R2E Excerpt #56: I am a Bad Houseguest and Even Worse Novelist

OK if I spend a few nights at your house? I need someplace to hide my typewriter. WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE

When the mood strikes, I run excerpts from A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG NINCOMPOOP, my coming-of-age-travel-memoir-with-funny-drawings. (The first entry is here. Most recent one is here. If you become a paid subscriber, you can access the complete archive here!) It details the story of my road through Paris, London, and god help me, Zagreb, in search of the ultimate destination: a life worth living. The story so far: Young Peter arrived in Paris, occupied a dorm room at the Alliance Française language school, tiptoed out onto the Boulevard Raspail and the Paris Metro, and made the first steps on the road to elsewhere. Then, on to Olde England, to check out where that Shakespeare guy was from. In this excerpt, I’m visiting the home of a former professor, in the south of England. This will teach you not to invite me over any time soon.