One of the most beautiful stories I have read is called 'Mr Potter' by the author Jamaica Kincaid.
This is a novel about a woman returning to her home island of Antigua after her father, Mr Potter has died. The main character barely knew her father, and she barley knew her home country.
Kincaid presents the character's state of mind and emotional turmoil by repeating details, thoughts and descriptions of the landscape. Many things in life are not tangible.
'The mind's eye ... is the geography of the almost'
I am fascinated by the differences and similarities of our stories - the journeys made by the individual and the journeys made by our ancestors.
