The Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon
Where is Pittsburgh? At any point while I read this novel, I could’ve looked it up. I didn’t, and I’mContinue Reading
Where is Pittsburgh? At any point while I read this novel, I could’ve looked it up. I didn’t, and I’mContinue Reading
I’m not at work, so I should be writing real prose, doing something creative, emailing pitches for articles through toContinue Reading
OK, so maybe I’m not the target demographic, but Jo the Witch Vet by Joanne Sadler is one of theContinue Reading
I thought I’d take a break from all of those depressing real life books and consume something a little bitContinue Reading
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Many people have told me that The Waves is Virginia Woolf’s best work. Many people have told me I should readContinue Reading
When I was young it was normal practice for supermarkets to fill the spaces around the tills – where peopleContinue Reading
You are in a wooden hut in the depths of Siberia, thousands of miles from the lands of your ancestors.Continue Reading
My new puppy hasn’t been very well. I’ve spent the day taking him to the vets and watching him sleep,Continue Reading
The intellectual and emotional vigour with which I’ve approached What is Art? by Leo Tolstoy has left me bawling in the street,Continue Reading
By the time I came to read the copy of The Quasimodo Gambit I’d bought on eBay at far more than itsContinue Reading
I’m on a bit of a time constraint with this post, as I have to leave the house in aboutContinue Reading
I haven’t cried this much at a book in a while. I haven’t cried this much at a non-fiction bookContinue Reading
I’m on a flight, heading eastwards for 36 hours in Bucharest[1]. Flying out of Luton at 10pm on a MondayContinue Reading
Usually, by the end of January I’ve read a novel I expect to influence my reading habits for the restContinue Reading
It is 1230am on a Friday night, I am (which is very rare for me) not at work, my girlfriendContinue Reading
Over the last month, Don Quixote has travelled a huge amount with me. He was with me for the tailContinue Reading
This is going to be short, because Book of Blues by Jack Kerouac is shit. I’m sat in Munich airport,Continue Reading
Many months ago, back when I had a regular social life, a friend of mine who works in publishing gaveContinue Reading
Please, sir, don’t send any flowers So ends one of the strangest books I’ve ever has the misfortune to encounter.Continue Reading
A few months ago I read Anne Carson’s recent, (rightfully) acclaimed Red Doc>, a narrative collection of poems about G,Continue Reading
I don’t know what to add to my previous comments on this series of comic books I’ve slowly been readingContinue Reading
About two months ago I spent a week in Finland, driving through the countryside from flea market to charity shopContinue Reading
This week, amidst the 21 hour shifts and the bottomless corporate bar tabs of a December in hospitality, I’ve foundContinue Reading
This is the 300th book review I have posted on this blog*, and it seems appropriate that its focus is aContinue Reading
fuck So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckContinue Reading
I read another one of those cute Penguin Little Black Classics, this one a collection of three short stories byContinue Reading
Flaubert in Egypt is ostensibly (though it isn’t) a book written by Gustave Flaubert about his hedonistic travels through EgyptContinue Reading
During the Summer I crossed a line in the sand I scratched out a long time ago and, accepting mortality andContinue Reading
I’ve been reading a massive book* since I got back from my holiday last month, and have only just reached its end.Continue Reading
I read the first volume of Preacher about a year ago, and really enjoyed its brash ridiculousness. This second volumeContinue Reading
Slowly, the land recedes. I am writing this on a ferry, pushing its way across the surprisingly flat Bay (orContinue Reading
Mr Darwin’s Gardener is a beautiful, modernist novella about the late 19th century inhabitants of the small village inContinue Reading
I’ve come down from my massive caffeine high of several hours ago* and have since spent a low, undersharing, eveningContinue Reading
Again, I am too caffeinated to concentrate, too buzzed up to stop typing for more than the fifteen minutes orContinue Reading
I’m caffeinated up to the eyeballs and on holiday in the backwoods of Finland, and have spent the last twoContinue Reading
Anyone who passes even a cursory glance over my website (the rude TriumphoftheNow.com) will realise pretty quickly that I like books. IContinue Reading
Evie Wyld is one of the successful graduates of my Creative Writing degree*, so I’ve kinda grumpily avoided her workContinue Reading
In England, Orwell’s two most famous novels are something everyone even remotely literary has thrust upon them when young. AnimalContinue Reading
It’s been a while since I’ve read any poetry. Life, I find, often gets in the way. Life, which isn’tContinue Reading
I’m writing this on my phone, stood in the queue at the Apple Store where I’ve gone to replace myContinue Reading
Marie Sarita Gaytán is an American academic (an Assistant Professor of Sociology) and ¡Tequila!: Distilling the Spirit of Mexico is anContinue Reading
midlands novel and a road trip into childhood
A couple of weeks ago, I got a strange email from a small publishing house, Zoilus Press. They said thatContinue Reading
There’s something both lower-case romantic and sweetly anachronistic about a husband-wife literary collaboration. What makes this one, Dotter of herContinue Reading
The Vegetarian by Han Kang is an odd book. I bought it for myself on my mad, wild, Foyles birthdayContinue Reading
Iran. Who knows much about it? We’ve all seen Argo, we’ve all heard of nuclear weapons, we’re all aware thatContinue Reading


















































