Notes on Suicide by Simon Critchley
Slowly, the land recedes. I am writing this on a ferry, pushing its way across the surprisingly flat Bay (orContinue 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
I read every other novel by Jonathan Franzen during a period of about 18 months after really, really enjoying FreedomContinue Reading
So, as I periodically do, I decided to take a book off “serious” fiction and have a bit of aContinue Reading
This is a late novella of Tolstoy’s, and one famous for espousing a narrative rooted in his late-life, anti-sexuality, opinions.Continue Reading
Psalms and Songs is an odd book, a collection of short stories by Malcolm Lowry (some previously published, others unfinished),Continue Reading
Whales. What are they? Who are they? And why did humans stop killing them just before their extinction was finallyContinue Reading
As many of you may have noticed, after the UK recently democratically elected a right-wing government, I shaved off myContinue Reading
Malcolm Lowry, secret hero of these blog posts, fell into a deep depression after the publication of Charles Jackson’s TheContinue Reading
Almost two years ago to the day, I read Arthur Koestler’s Arrival and Departure*. That, unfortunately, didn’t really thrill meContinue Reading
Rosamond Lehmann is not a widely-read novelist any more, though in the middle of the 20th-century, she was both popularContinue Reading
The first Cormac McCarthy novel I read was 2006’s The Road, and it is by far and away his best.Continue Reading
Big books. I have an odd relationship with ’em. The idea of big books, to be honest, I have aContinue Reading
Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a big, serious novel all about big, serious things. It is intelligent, articulate, humaneContinue Reading
Jeff Lemire’s Lost Dogs is a graphic novel first published in 2006. It is a dark, terrifying and immersive pieceContinue Reading
Iris Murdoch is one of the handful of writers who I return to with regular irregularity. Like Graham Greene, VirginiaContinue Reading
Until yesterday, when I read the last 100 pages of Jesse Armstrong’s Love, Sex & Other Foreign Policy Goals, IContinue Reading
As I continue to read through the (surprisingly) ever-expanding oeuvre of the alcoholic, depressive, late-Modernist writer, Malcolm Lowry, I amContinue Reading
So, am back in London and have a little over an hour in which to wash, shave, iron clothes, cleanContinue Reading
I don’t really understand what is the fucking point of this dull novel. Ursula Le Guin’s The Dispossessed is aContinue Reading
Last night, as I wandered between bars and cafes in Taksim, North of the Golden Horn, I read most ofContinue Reading
I’m writing this on an aeroplane to Istanbul, off for a “mimibreak”*. Treating myself to a trip, all on myContinue Reading
I haven’t read a play for a while. I used to read plays all the time, it was one ofContinue Reading
I picked this up a while ago from a secondhand bookshop somewhere, shortly after reading Jonathan Coe’s Like A FieryContinue Reading
I hadn’t read a graphic novel/comic book in a while, so thought I’d have a go with one of theContinue Reading
Well, it is good. It’s good. It’s possibly great, but it’s definitely good. Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend is basicallyContinue Reading
I’m going on a trip to Russia in about six weeks, so have begun my travel research. Unlike normal people,Continue Reading
I know I should be spending my free time writing something that isn’t this blog. I know I should haveContinue Reading
I decided to read another one of the tiny little Penguin Classics. This one, How To Use Your Enemies byContinue Reading
Sometimes I read novels where I can’t really see why they were written. Novels that say very little to meContinue Reading
I often state that me taking more than a week to read anything, irrelevant of size, is a sign thatContinue Reading
Eimear McBride’s A Girl Is A Half-formed Thing was a surprise critical smash in the heady days of 2013/14, atContinue Reading
I haven’t read a novel by the “other” Murakami for years. In my long and distant and pre-blogging past, IContinue Reading
A few weeks ago I went for a day trip, alone, with Karl Ove Knausgaard’s Dancing Is The Dark. Here’sContinue Reading
I don’t know if anyone else likes little books as much as I do, but I’ve been particularly charmed recentlyContinue Reading
I like Biblical novels. So much so that I wrote one*, and so much so that after reading about ten/twenty,Continue Reading


















































