Extollagy!

In Kent there is a Cambry, and in Cambry there is a crypt, a crypt I know to have been built under Archbishop Anselm and his prior from 1099, and which Russell Hoban knew to be a dark heart of beauty and strangeness with enough power as a building to form the terrifying centre of a post-apocalyptic work of fiction. No other work than the resulting Riddley Walker gets closer to the emotional heart of the complex, subjective, powerful, …. spiritual dimensions of the buildings and places my work and life are so deeply committed to. Goodbye then, Russell Hoban, and my Eustach be with you.