Tuesday, 9 September 2014

The Masked Woman

Our Man has worn a mask like this one he just sketched. It’s a dust mask, not one of the flu or hay fever “surgical” masks that are commonly seen worn on the streets in these parts. The last time Our Man wore one of these was a couple of months after the tsunami, one day in May in 2011, in Ishinomaki, and then it wasn’t to ward off dust but to combat the stink of rotting fish, sea water and god knows what else that was fouling the land. But Our Man digresses. The various distinctions of mask play a role in his second Hana Walker novel and he needs a cover image. We’ll see if this or something like it cuts the mustard.

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