The Atrocity Exhibition by JG Ballard
This is the first book I have ever read by JG Ballard. I haven’t read any of his famous ones,Continue Reading
This is the first book I have ever read by JG Ballard. I haven’t read any of his famous ones,Continue Reading
Wow. I just finished reading this long collection of themed poems, and found it pretty impressive. Birthday Letters, Ted Hughes’Continue Reading
Will Self’s 2012 novel Umbrella, shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize that went to Bring Up The Bodies, is a sexy, war-y, JoyceanContinue Reading
I’ve decided that from now on I am going to self-identify as a Catholic. A couple of days ago IContinue Reading
I’m reading less because I’m busy, yeah, I have a life and whatever. Today I read 77 Dream Songs by JohnContinue Reading
The Skating Rink, or La Pista Del Hielo, was Roberto Bolaño’s first novel. It was published in Spanish in 1993 andContinue Reading
Something clicked in my head while I was away this Summer. I don’t know if it was something I ate,Continue Reading
When I learnt about the recent republication of David Foster Wallace’s 1990 academic text about hip-hop only days after fallingContinue Reading
So, I’ve been back in the UK for three weeks. What have I been up to? Where has the streamContinue Reading
I saw the film version of Watchmen a couple of years ago and hated it. I saw it when my alcoholContinue Reading
Malcolm Lowry died in 1957, having published only two books (both novels) in his lifetime: the youthful Ultramarine (1934, myContinue Reading
Wow. Fuck a diddle wank, David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest (1996) is a full blown literary compendium of joy. Deeply philosophical,Continue Reading
Right. My blog is back in business, back to books. (As I’m sure you can see, my hair is far,Continue Reading
I’m pretty certain, as I sadly sit at my faithful kitchen table back on England’s silage strewn shores, that somewhereContinue Reading
Twenty five is not, in itself, a significant birthday. However, it does mean that one has distinctly reached an ageContinue Reading
‘Please,’ she said, wiggling her arse in apparent desperate need and pulling her red and black one piece to theContinue Reading
My second day in Athens I woke up, fully dressed, contact lenses in, on the floor. A chair I mayContinue Reading
I woke up at five thirty on my final morning in Palermo. I’d spent the evening before being highly irritatedContinue Reading
My last morning in Tunis was dedicated to finding myself a new bag, a new, large, bag in which toContinue Reading
My five day trip to Tunis was a colossal series of fuck ups. My baggage lost by the airline, myContinue Reading
Joseph Conrad was notorious for being unable to write women. Actually, no, less that, he was more notorious for veryContinue Reading
Despite dandling no one on my lap, my time in Tunis (so far) has been a highspincycle of emotion. ThereContinue Reading
Casablanca felt very different to the other Moroccan cities I visited. Very European, actually, in terms not just of architecture,Continue Reading
Now, being pedantic w/r/t* geography, Marrakech is in CENTRAL Morocco. But it’s further south of everywhere bar the desert IContinue Reading
I’m pretty certain, as I write this on the minibus back to Marrakech, that I have sand inside my anus.Continue Reading
Over the last few days I have made a series of unforgivable travel booboos. Yesterday I nearly gave myself heatstroke,Continue Reading
Desperately needing some cooler weather and a low pressure environment in which to cold turkey from the anti-depressants I’d beenContinue Reading
Spent two nights in Marrakech, ran into most of the people I’d met before, had a pleasant time, but I’mContinue Reading
I’ve tried recreation, Reading until late at night, train rides And romance. from ‘Worsening Situation’ by John Ashbery As IContinue Reading
In the Rif mountains, a little under halfway between Tangier and Fes, is the beautiful blue town of Chefchaouen. ItsContinue Reading
In the southernmost tip of Western Europe is a small beach resort town called Tarifa. Full of hostels, kite-boarding schools,Continue Reading
Now, I’m not going to claim that the Alhambra isn’t a stunning and borderline must-see architectural wonderland. The Alhambra’s great.Continue Reading
Seville is fucking beautiful. Take the Giralda for instance, the 12th century minaret turned belltower. Quite the pleasant monument, no?Continue Reading
Well, I’ve been away four days and have already completed my first read of the trip. Roberto Bolaño’s HUGE TheContinue Reading
Right. Well, here we are. Day two of my travels. Yesterday was quite mediocre: Woke up before 4am, travelled toContinue Reading
Right. I am finally taking my own titular advice to heart and heading off for a little bit of living.Continue Reading
When asked his occupation, or for any kind of self-identification, B. S. Johnson would reply that he was a “poet”.Continue Reading
Today I have returned to the British Library in order to read more out of print books by Bryan StanleyContinue Reading
Emma Jones’ debut collection, The Striped World, is an evocative and image-fuelled foray into contemporary America, sunken wrecks of transportation shipsContinue Reading
It’s hot, I’m sweaty, it’s almost late. I’ve just read a little novella by Gabriel García Márquez (Colombian, Nobel Laureate, octogenarianContinue Reading
Ben Lerner’s recently published first novel, Leaving the Atocha Station, is a great read I’ve recommended to several people (ReviewContinue Reading
The day began with a shock. Pascale Petit, the poet, sent me a series of angry tweets about the reviewContinue Reading
Another original book from my local graphic novel publishing house, Nobrow, Destination X is a short science fiction piece about interstellarContinue Reading
Albert Camus was (according to the blurb of this 1960s Penguin edition) active in the French resistance during the NaziContinue Reading
This is a scene that may or may not appear in a forthcoming (when? who knows…) musical about my alter-egoContinue Reading
Pacale Petit’s fifth poetry collection, What The Water Gave Me, is a verse biography of the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. EachContinue Reading
This is the last of the lovely old books I bought whilst in Hay-on-Wye a few weeks ago, a charmingContinue Reading
Warsan Shire was born the same year I was, 1988, so reading this excellent collection of intelligent, though-provoking and matureContinue Reading
Kazuo Ishiguro’s first novel, A Pale View of Hills, doesn’t quite pack the emotional punch of his later, more famous, The RemainsContinue Reading
Malcolm Lowry was a tragic figure. A hugely talented writer, yet an alcoholic of such self-destructive proportions that he diedContinue Reading
















































