![]() ![]() ![]() Perhaps that is the best way to understand his present state. ![]() Perhaps he is free, he thinks, as he sits there and waits for the drug to have its effect. Sumner inhales, closes his eyes, and downs the concoction in one long gulp. He unties the chemist’s package, takes out one of the bottles, and dispenses half of it into his glass. He asks for rum and takes his glass into a scruffy side room with a fireless grate and an unpleasing view into the adjoining courtyard. Instead of returning to the V ol un t e e r, Sumner turns to the left and finds a tavern instead. It has started to rain, and above the residual smell of horse dung and butchery there is a fresh and clement tang to the air. He writes criticism and fiction, and his stories have been published in Chicago Review, The Paris Review, and elsewhere. ![]() He is the cofounder and codirector of the University of Manchester's Centre for New Writing. Ian McGuire grew up near Hull, England, and studied at the University of Manchester and the University of Virginia in the United States. The following is from Ian McGuire’s novel, The North Water. ![]()
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