All fiction offers escape, some from thought, some into it.
Ross Feld s third novel, Zwilling s Dream , is of the blessed second type. The one who has walked away in this case is Joel Zwilling, a middle-aged writer living quietly in Cincinnati. He appears to have recanted everything he wrote during his younger days, but especially a little story called Prague Spring, offered in its entirety in the first few pages. I would take a room, settle in, turn the air conditioner down, and sit on a short hard chair in front of the writing desk that bridged a pair of dressers beneath a wall mirror. . . . We all tell ourselves tales, and the story I then was telling myself was that I would use this room to try to write in.