The story of Anna now told by Fynn took place some thirty years ago. Fynn, aged nineteen, when roaming South East London's dockland one foggy November night picked up, literally from the gutter, a filthy, bruised, battered and terrified little girl. He took her home to his Irish Mum³.
Anna's main occupation in life was being a personal friend and helper of Mister God. She knew the purpose of being and the meaning of love. At six years she was a theologian, mathematician, philosopher, poet and gardener. At seven she died after a terrible accident with a grin on her beautiful face, saying: 'I bet Mister God lets me get into heaven for this.'
Fynn writes of himself and his first meeting with Anna: My name is Fynn. Well that's not quite true; my real name doesn't matter all that much since my friends all called me Fynn and it stuck . .. Standing about six foot two, weighing some sixteen stone odd, close to being a fanatic on physical culture, the son of an Irish mother and a Welsh father . .. My great delight was to roam about dockland in the night-time, . particularly ifit was foggy. My life with Anna began on such a night. I was nineteen at the time, prowling the streets and alleys with my usual supply of hot dogs, the street lights with their foggy haloes showing dark formless shapes moving out from the darkness of the fog and disappearing again. Down the street a little way a baker's shop-window softened and warmed the raw night with its gas-lamps. Sitting on the grating under the window was a little girl. In those days children wandering the streets at night were no uncommon sight, I had seen such things before, but on this occasion it was different,'
This story of Anna, superbly illustrated by Papas, is so strange and so enchanting that the reader finds it hard to believe that it is a story about real people
Illustrated Hard Cover with dust cover
Contains some natural foxing

Condition: Good