If theatre, if music, if learning to grasp the very essence of life, is your thing, then this is your kind of book. That is, once having been given The All-clear. Responsibilities, most people call them like, i.e., looking out for his son, whom, as it so transpires, Phillip’s unable to visit until the ex-wife sees fit or, say, the rekindling of a love-affair with his psychiatrist, who’d been waiting patiently at home and let’s not forget that returning to England entails completing his undergraduate studies, they being the very basis of his year in Nancy in the first place. Save he, Phillip, the actor, didn’t take it, the permanent gig, given the many holes to be refilled back in England. For theatre has become his one true raison d’être and not since the days of Northern Soul has he been imbued with such a passion. Well, it wasn’t too many months ago Phillip Rowlings was living in France, in Nancy – was indeed a Nancy Boy, for one year only – by the end of which he obtained une carte blanche, or a permanent gig: the chance to tour the country on a professional footing, forming part of an acting troupe. (book 3 of The Rowlings Years, novella 1)
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