[HEY FOLKS, 3 months on this post is suddenly getting a lot of hits from all sorts of countries, I’d be happy if you could briefly let me know why! Many thanks] “And of course I’d lie to myself, telling myself there was still time, it wasn’t too late, there were novelists who didn’t get […]
The liminality of those places of parting, those dingy back rooms and midnight industrial areas! Something travelled through, passing from gap to gap … . It is not a tiger. It is not just appetite and the transfer of energy from one creature to another. It is not an alien maw descending from the ceiling […]
The Goodies represent to me a chunk of my late childhood, early adolescence. We came across it accidentally and laughed all the way through (I think it was the episode with the giant kitten: Kitten Kong, broadcast as a special on Channel 2 / ABC, so it was after 1972), and we were delighted a […]
For Good Friday. To anyone inclined to think, in a happy wafty muddly way, that nature is God, nature replies: have a cup of pus, Mystic Boy. Unapologetic by Francis Spufford p104 Mr Spufford made me spit my coffee. Well done.
Read Kirsten Krauth While Andy Griffiths is now a global phenomenon for the wildly popular and hilarious books he writes with illustrator Terry Denton, it took years before his work reached an audience. Nick Cave was a particular inspiration. “He’s been lucky to do his own thing. And that’s probably what I value the most […]
I ate a decaying cow. It had fallen down a hill, and was stuck between rocks, its head twisted round. It had been there some time. I tore at its distended belly, made an exit for the gases. I stuck my whole head in, felt it deflate until its innards pressed against me and I […]
(Be patient, I do get around to recommending stuff to read somewhere in here eventually …) Candice Carty-Williams is spot on, at least for me, when she warns re self-isolation: 1) Don’t go out and buy a thousand books. Much like holiday reading, you almost certainly won’t get through them all. Your to-be-read pile will […]
Some Corner of a Dorset Field that is Forever Arabia
1. His shame was exposed, the scar where a shell splinter had torn through his groin and ripped away his manhood. Albert no longer cared. He was counting the moments until he died. A deep sucking followed the crack of bone. The slurping of marrow, the fluid dripping from her jaws, the varied noise of […]
A cop vibe first, then, no: junkie. Both? Whatever: the guy gave off weird. Then he proved it by waving a naked stump at Tati, the melted remnant of his handless arm clubbing the air near her face. Ahh, prescription pain killers, and now she was all ready for a confab, to compare notes, when […]
