We thought we’d add something different to the cycle of Saturday blogs. You’ve had libraries, writing huts, shelfies and writer’s homes. What about what is central to them all?
It was a question no one had ever asked me, and one I had neither ever asked myself…
Words. How we love them here at Prose. Writers, too and all there is about them. And then thee’s famous writers and where they bled on pages. The homes of the people that we have revered, respected and read throughout our lives. So without further…
The supreme novel Nineteen eighty-four, written by George Orwell in 1949, was met with warm but not unanimous acclaim. Whilst most described it as a book of high quality, its true profundity was not yet observable, since…
Once more we open the creaky doors of the gnarly and wonderfully rustic, as well as the opulent and grand writer’s huts of famous writers through the years. Enjoy wishing you had one.
We continue our regular feature of the reviewing the books that the Prose Partners and interviewees urge people to read before they shuffle off their mortal coils. As…