Unless Ernest Hemingway was doing a few bars of ‘A Clean, Well-Lighted Place’, it’s extremely unlikely my word-weary bookshop owner would be enticed into a karaoke bar; however, it has been known, after a slow chardonnay afternoon, reading Roberto Bolano, he has attempted a rendition of ‘The Weight’ while making coffee. Something about pulling into Nazareth, isn’t it?
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