Someone Knows My Name: A Novel
by Lawrence Hill
W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.
And now I am old
{LONDON, 1802}
I SEEM TO HAVE TROUBLE DYING. By all rights, I should not have lived this long. But I still can smell trouble riding on any wind, just as surely as I could tell you whether it is a stew of chicken necks or pigs’ feet bubbling in the iron pot on the fire. Continue reading