After four chastening days here at the Freedom Camp, one of the new communities just set up by the government, the writer, worldly as he considered himself to be, was forced to admit that he'd never experienced anything like this before. The shrill pitch of the screams. Bodies falling to the ground with that dull final dense thud. Flesh and bone embracing the earth in a dark ritual marriage. It was all new to the writer. THE WRITER unfolds like a Borges story, spellbinding, enigmatic, a door into the unknown.