Oh happiness! I’ve got that joy joy joy joy deep in my heart. Clap clap. Ian McEwan’s The Child in Time is tucked in my backpack. The library delivered. Thank you Seattle Public.
Ian, circa 1983, gazes out at me from the inside back cover. He wears glasses. His hair is shimmier. A sheaf of bangs is tidily clipped across his forehead. Ian’s author bio tells me Ian became a writer at age 22. He has four children. He lives with them and his wife.
He looks wise and owlish, even then, but maybe a little less certain. Maybe still taken aback by the renown already his.