Meant to be a Monday morning Penguin, but this is how I roll:
The Joyous Invasions by Theodore Sturgeon. First published 1965, Penguin edition 1967.
From the biography inside the front cover:
Marion, beautiful jet-tressed wife to Theodore Sturgeon, maintains that the author has no biography, he being born anew each morning. He professes recollection of children, not less than four nor more than six, aged not more than 24 nor less than 4. He is at times aware of residence in an impulsively rambling house in a village a hundred miles from New York City, which latter he avoids as a species of unreality…
Whimsical fucker.
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