Midway through David Mitchell's novel The Bone Clocks, author Crispin Hershey is caught up in a heated phone conversation with his agent.
"Crispin. Are you trying to tell me that you’re writing a fantasy novel?"
"Me? Never! Or it’s only one-third fantasy. Half, at most."
"A book can’t be a half fantasy any more than a woman can be half pregnant."
I doubt th…
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