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Index: Serial: White Ivory

from White Ivory, chapters 17 & 18

< chapters 15 & 16 A Fortnightly Serial. By ALAN WALL. • Chapter Seventeen. The Return ill gave Paul Quinto his drink and sat down on the sofa opposite him. Paul stared at him in silence for minutes, not touching the drink, and Will finally couldn’t take it any more. He thought he was going […]

from White Ivory, chapters 15 & 16

< chapters 13 & 14      chapters 17 & 18 > A Fortnightly Serial By ALAN WALL. • Chapter Fifteen. Absent Voices, Absent Faces ILL GOT BACK to his flat in Oswestry that Friday to find the light on his answering machine flashing. ‘It’s Paul.’ He dialled 1471 and for the first time was […]

from White Ivory, chapters 13 & 14

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from White Ivory, chapters 11 & 12

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from White Ivory, chapters 9 & 10

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from White Ivory, chapters 7 & 8

< chapters 5 & 6    chapters 9 & 10 > A Fortnightly Serial By ALAN WALL. • Chapter Seven Readings he first thing Will did when he got back home was to take his one remaining copy of Kicking Away the Ladder from the shelf. He stood by the window and turned it over […]

from White Ivory, chapters 5 & 6

< chapters 3 & 4        chapters 7 & 8 > A Fortnightly Serial By ALAN WALL. • Chapter Five Will’s Lecture E HAD FASTENED up on the wall, as usual, his reproduction of Francis Bacon’s painting of Miss Muriel Belcher. And alongside it his Head VI of 1948, one of those human mouths […]

from White Ivory, chapters 3 & 4

< chapters 1 & 2     chapters 5 & 6 > A Fortnightly Serial.   By ALAN WALL. • Chapter Three The Blues Y THE TIME Will’s train was half way to London the following morning, his son Charlie was entering his supervisor’s room in a large concrete block. She had the typescript of the […]

from White Ivory, chapters 1 & 2

chapters 3 & 4 > A Fortnightly Serial. By ALAN WALL. • Chapter One. Attraction WO CARS ARE moving towards each other on a winter night. It is a country road and there is no roadside illumination. Only the carlights. These beams swerve and shudder and prod the tarmac, the grass, the trees. Occasionally they […]