Note

November 17, 2008

by Suzan Abrams

I have indulged in the sore neglect of my ghost stories. The publishing house is still waiting patiently for me. The in-house editor is wondering where I got to. I will have to finish everything in less then a fortnight since I'll be abroad again. At the moment, the Middle-East or rather the invitation I received to re-visit Jordan is what stays foremost in my mind. I've been recalling the quiet intriguing bookshops with vast amounts of translated Arab fiction and poetry, sidewalk cafes, the beautiful desert sand and heavily-clad but highly decorative Bedouin tribes, The Dead Sea, The Red Sea, Amman, all.