Happiness of Fish by Fred Armstrong
ON A SNOWY WINTER NIGHT, GERRY ADAMSON HIDES FROM HIS FAMILY IN A LAID - UP SAILBOAT. PUSHING SIXTY, HOLED-UP WITH A LAPTOP, HE'S TRYING TO MAKE A NOVEL OUT OF THIRTY-ODD YEARS OF COMPROMISED AND BETRAYALS THAT HAVE SEEN HIM GO FROM YOUTHFUL ERRATIC PASSION TO LATE-MIDDLE-AGED DITHERING. HE'S MAKING ONE LAST EFFORT TO MAKE IT MEAN SOMETHING.
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