In preparing to interview Octavia Bright, I had to remember where I left her book. It wasn’t on my bookshelf, next to Olivia Laing, and Deborah Levy, where I thought it was. It wasn’t in a corner of my bed, where it could have been. Oh god, did I leave it in London? No. It was definitely here, in LA.
I looked everywhere. In my flat, in my car. I texted …