What a long August it was. It stretched out like a temporal cat in the sun from 28/7/2019 to… right now. Space and time was purred at in a…
I’m going to have a break. I recently noticed that Laura Olin’s newsletter takes August off, and as every book I have picked up recently has burst into flame in the heat, I have decided to do the same. It’s a bit of a hitzefrei. When I return, refreshed and full…
Michael Akuchie’s You Are The One God Forgot uses a Russian doll of imagery to convey…
No real newsletter this week as I have been wandering around the highlands, or the mythical wandering kingdom of Foglandia, as it sometimes seems. I’m very pleased to have seen a lot of hyper local signs off one-track roads which…
Lydia Davis has a new piece in the New Yorker called Everyone Cried. Like a lot of Lydia’s work, the story picks at the little…
What is the point of any of committing something to a text? To remember without memory is one, to transmit an idea without being present to speak an…
There are certain texts that grip you from the first instance — an arresting opening line, a surprising set up, an unusual voice…
The Anonymous Diary, an essay in The Paris Review by Kathryn Scanlan is a kind of confession about using…
It’s an arresting opening line.
High Spirits: A round of drinking stories is a short story anthology revolving around drinking, drunkenness and featuring alcohol more…