Novelists, if rumours can be trusted, are lonely beings, locked up in dark towers, plunking away at their typewriters, maybe drunk, sometimes bored to distraction, always driven by sordid imaginations and the horrible spectre of writer's block.
Ellen Bryson's The Transformation of Bartholomew Fortuno has been called 'an inspired drama' with a 'rich tapestry of romance, illusory science, criminal trickery and human intrigue.'
