By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept by Elizabeth Smart
I’m not at work, so I should be writing real prose, doing something creative, emailing pitches for articles through toContinue Reading
I’m not at work, so I should be writing real prose, doing something creative, emailing pitches for articles through toContinue 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
Jean-Paul Sartre is another one of those hip, nihilistic-type novelists than whiney, depressive young men read in-between bouts of binge-drinkingContinue Reading
I’m going to be honest, I did not get what the point of Molloy was. Oooh, it was Beckettian; itContinue Reading
Like most pretentious teenagers who go on to study English Literature as an undergraduate then sink into an unhappy morassContinue Reading
I’ve read a lot of old religious texts over the past year* and have enjoyed many of them. I’ve readContinue Reading







