Memoirs of a master forger

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"William Heaney is a fraud. A charming fraud, but a fraud nevertheless. He writes poetry so that a more attractive friend can pass it off as his own, he produces fake Jane Austen first editions so that he can fleece foolish and greedy book collectors. He can see demons. He drinks rather too much wine. This is his story. The story of a man who is living with regret. The story of a man who is prey to his own demon and who can see the demons of others: shadowy indistinct figures waiting, hunched, at people's shoulders. Waiting for a mistake, for a moment of weakness. And meanwhile William is waiting. Waiting without knowing he is waiting. Waiting for love. But until then, perhaps just one more drink..."--BOOK JACKET.