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Visiting the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales.
Visiting the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales.
I’ve accidentally grown a goatee and as a result of this I now look like a sex pervert*. This wasContinue Reading
Well, as some of you may be aware, I’m off having adventures. Yes, again. After an 18 month stint inContinue Reading
Once he had said, ‘If you want to choose, you must be a goddess.’ That was when she had wantedContinue Reading
Fitzcarraldo Editions is fast becoming my favourite publishing house. Simon Critchley’s Notes on Suicide was one of the best books IContinue Reading
I haven’t read a comic book in a while, and after taking almost three weeks to read my last book, IContinue Reading
When I read the first volume of Elena Ferrante’s lauded Neapolitan Novels series, many of the conversations being had about itContinue Reading
I shouldn’t have read this. CONTEXT: I walk a tightrope, emotionally, one that has become longer and looser ever sinceContinue Reading
Open Pen is a free literary magazine that publishes new writing. It is distributed in various bookshops both within (andContinue Reading
Ros Barber was one of my lecturers when I did my Creative Writing MA, and Ros Barber is one ofContinue Reading
The Cold War is a period loved by fiction. The world at that time was cast into blurry, grey-stained, blackContinue Reading
What next? I thought I’d go with something a little different, a little rounder, wider, more fictional and less harrowing.Continue Reading
I’m an abyss filling up with regret and alcohol at equal measure, like a really wet martini.
Recently, I’ve been trying to cut down the massive piles of unread books in my house. By reading them, notContinue Reading
A Cup of Rage is a Brazilian novella by Raduan Nassar first published in 1978 as Um Copo de Cólera. InContinue Reading
One of the good things about a sober evening is the mental energy to read. This is the only way IContinue 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
It’s taken me a few more days than I’d hoped, but I’ve just finished reading the fifth book of KarlContinue Reading
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


















































