James PeppercornTender Is The Love: Aftersun, Fathers & MemoryThe air is still. A light breeze rustles the trees through the valley. On both sides, an array of trees and undergrowth climb steep…Mar 1, 2023Mar 1, 2023
James PeppercornSunday Morning, Coming Down: Hungover Sundays and Malcolm LowryTo say my head hurts would be an understatement. It is pulsating, probing, scampering across the carpet, jumping out the window and begging…Feb 19, 2023Feb 19, 2023
James PeppercornThe Banshees of Inisherin — How We Confront Our Absurd WorldAll the great Irish writers — Samuel Beckett, James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, Iris Murdoch — attempted to make sense of an absurd and…Feb 17, 2023Feb 17, 2023
James PeppercornLiving Life Through ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’A whirlwind takes hold. It laps you up, takes you under, throws you up against the wall and ruins you. You are filled with an avalanche of…Nov 6, 2022Nov 6, 2022
James PeppercornContemplations on Kurt VonnegutI am sitting at my desk, the sun is pounding at the tall windows of my Bristol flat. A fox scurries along the grass across the road from…Jun 15, 2022Jun 15, 2022
James PeppercornOn Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Nebraska’I am driving at 100kmph down a highway. I’m in a state of mind numbing movement where nothing passes me and nothing grips me. I have spent…Jun 5, 20221Jun 5, 20221
