To write a novel is to inhabit a dream. A dream that can last months or years, that transpires in everyday life; a dream that sometimes takes place in its very ... Read more
How would you describe the appeal of Cesare Pavese’s books?
I think the appeal of Pavese’s work comes from the same place most writers’ appeal comes from: th... Read more
You are earth and death.
Your season is darkness
and silence. No living
thing is more remote
than you from the dawn.
When you appear to wake
you are onl... Read more
Vanishing Act
Only two out of ten people die in Abu Dhabi, the rest
simply fail to have their visas renewed; they are bagged,
tagged and placed on the next a... Read more
I’m grateful for the new pub, and on a Sunday afternoon my wife, two sons and I will while away a few hours watching soccer on the at-screen TV, drinking a pint... Read more
I.
To wind up here of all places,
sometime after the war –
a fighter pilot husband from the base
on Hong Kong killed in a car crash
on leave. Widowed, coma... Read more
The callousness of Brexit; the empathy of poets. By Martha Sprackland
Brexit feels personal. In my late teens I lived in Madrid, the solar plexus of the body of main-land Spain. I spend my life returning to it, now, an always-retu... Read more
I have heard that Italian cuisine is the most popular style of cooking in the world. I don’t know if this is true, but what I do know is that Italian cuisine do... Read more
I bought Just Kids in summer 2010 at Waterstones, in Notting Hill, London. My copy is the British first paperback edition.
The book is so full of love, warmt... Read more
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