Josephine, her agent, lived on St Clements, in the old Missionary Hall. She had the top flat. Solenne arrived there at 10.34. Josephine began by talking about the novel. There's just one problem.
Death is old hat.
I don't mean stupid ghosts that traipse about the stage tripping over ridiculous costumes. Josephine was quiet. Then she said gently, 'You can't just write about life and death any more. The old rules don't apply. And you can't talk about 'consciousness' without saying what kind, what level of consciousness.