“Seeing your name makes the hairs on my back stand on end. And there’s manifold reasons for that: because I know you; because visually the letters sit so well, phonetically because the cadence is so present. Pronouncing your name stops at a point where Humphrey Bogart’s off-kilter delivery used to start, the same way Sinatra - when he was really young and sharp - could sing just off the snap to Nelson Riddle. I still feel your name is the one Martin Amis should have taken for one of his Money characters. Maybe the lack of an ‘h’ on Sara precipitates an unrelenting thrill of the chase in saying your name.”
— Excerpt from an email written to me by a friend who lives and writes from a tiny corner of the world 8,000 very long miles away.
