"When I started to grow old, my life took on a strange pattern. Rather than moving towards peace and stability, I began to think about murder," writes the author of this curious and... More > compelling work, C. A. R. Hills.
He continues: "Olinda is a place in Brazil, and I saw a picture of an angel in my hotel there, which seemed like an emblem of the utterly ambiguous mesh of feelings I was in when I contemplated murder. I could never return to the angel, the feelings, or the book. But I hope it might interest you to read what I succeeded in writing."< Less