Fictionalised Again
Whilst at one level featuring in what will probably be the defining work on English Hoodoo is flattering, it is also mildly disturbing. Glimpsing reflections of yourself in print is like having to watch yourself caught at the most unflattering angles on breakfast TV (again, something that belongs to my former life). As Jonathon Hadleigh is a literary ghost of a long dead past who will be haunting an exceptional book, I do not feel I can really object to his existence. Especially as I find it hard to argue with Stephen's claim that at one point I was: 'a mad fictional Constantine-like character who would turn up in a cloud of magic and then disappear into the night again.'
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Did someone open that book and did you fall into it? Where are you???
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