The full title read "A novel once called Disgrace and badly written by an untalented politruk whose name history has not recorded, now substantially reviewed, fixed and improved by yours truly and actually worth reading for the first time in its existence", but it ran long.
It's not just that I've not sought the permission of the hack in question to modify his work. It's that I am firmly convinced the original is exactly that -- work -- and that I see no reason either the original or its author should be remembered.
I'm engaging in literary genocide, if you will, a sort of black-on-white holocaust. You should try it sometime, it's fun.
I intend to publish the result feuilleton-style over the course of however long it takes me, but for the reader's convenience I will eventually collect all the chapters in a list here below :
- Disgrace - For a man of his age
- Disgrace - Yet neither he nor she
- Disgrace - What he throws together
- Disgrace - He pauses. Blank incomprehension.
- Disgrace - Does she know what
- Disgrace - Never mind. Note that we
- Disgrace - It is raining.
- Disgrace - You say you have not
- Disgrace - At first they do not
- Disgrace - Don't the dogs get
- Disgrace - Well, you're welcome
- Disgrace - The house is just as
- Disgrace - The sign outside the clinic
- Disgrace - Are they all going to die
- Disgrace - Three men are coming
- Disgrace - Lucy returns
- Disgrace - Before they set off
- Disgrace - Katy is coaxed
- Disgrace - In spite of all that
- Disgrace - Petrus has invited us
- Disgrace - He glances across at Lucy
- Disgrace - The whole day Lucy
- Disgrace - He buys a small television
- Disgrace - The dogs are brought
- Disgrace - Petrus shakes his head
- Disgrace - But he is not satisfied
- Disgrace - His spell with Lucy
- Disgrace - Years ago, when he lived
For the stat collectors, it went from 4`560 lines / 67`049 words / 355`343 characters to 66`991 words / 374`397 characters ; and from nothingness to wholedom.
Three days, with time to spare.
