Writing is child’s play

Posted on May 24, 2013

I think a certain amount of boredom and lack of supervision as a child serves to fire the imagination. I recently read J.G. Ballard’s marvellous autobiography, Miracles of Life. He writes about his bicycle rides around wartime Shanghai as a boy, exploring the city, while his parents played bridge at the dreary clubs in the demarcated territory from which the colonial English seldom ventured forth. He claims that readers recognise trademark images from that time in his...

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