It was coincidental, but I read a lot about loneliness in March. To keep me company through the downpour that fell over Lisbon, there was the alienating grief in My Year of Rest and Relaxation, the solitary obsession with a complete stranger in Creep, the terrifying stillness that permeates Minor Detail, and the innate longing for home in The Haunting o…
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