Question 7 by Richard Flanagan
phenomenal stuff from an acclaimed writer I’ve never previously encountered
phenomenal stuff from an acclaimed writer I’ve never previously encountered
what I was watching in July, August, September 2025
what I was watching in May 2025
some life updates, some political commentary and a reflection on an unsubtle Arthur Miller play…
what I was watching in May 2025
probably the greatest book of flash fiction ever published
I WOULD HAVE SOLD MY DIRTY SOUL TO WRITE THIS BOOK: a four-post special series begins
what I was watching in April 2025
an intriguing prose and poetry collection that is deceptively simple or simply deceptive
you can read this map by the light of a thunderstorm: Carson on Camino
a dystopia from the nineties reads too much like social realism…
five early novellas (in one book) from Nobel winner Doris Lessing
it was a fine year, yes it was [in my personal life]
before a month of all new all poetry reviews, check out a selection from the TotN vaults!
an excellent novel; in footnotes my concluding thoughts on the TV series The Affair
i cannot read myself happy
if u see a dead racoon at the side of the road
my year was deathly dull, which in 2020 counts as a good year
the building i live in got on fire in lockdown
some inevitably biased hagiography
a lovely fucking novel
an enjoyable but intellectually presumptive novella
Reviewed by Karina Bush
Review by L. Tumbleweed Parker. CW: ableist language
mainstream literary fiction that I very nearly love
very very good Argentine poems
new article & award attention elsewhere
Fantastic Mr Fox is an ode to adventure capitalism. My life is an ode to wine.
Can I write about writing about race without discussing race? No.
In America alone, 281 pounds of pig shit is produced for every one person per year. I don’t know if that’s a lot as I don’t know what a pound is.
Have you ever had a dream? Have you ever dreamt a day, a week, a month, a year? Have youContinue Reading
I don’t know where this book came from. I know I bought it, I’m pretty certain I went out ofContinue Reading
A lot of people don’t read poetry. A lot of people who read a lot of books, don’t read poetry. AContinue Reading
This is my first blog post in a while, and even then it’s still happening a little earlier than expected.Continue Reading
Long before James Frey was breaking Oprah Winfrey’s fragile heart by fictionalising his time in addiction therapy and the behaviourContinue Reading
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
When I read the first volume of Elena Ferrante’s lauded Neapolitan Novels series, many of the conversations being had about itContinue Reading
I’m an abyss filling up with regret and alcohol at equal measure, like a really wet martini.
My new puppy hasn’t been very well. I’ve spent the day taking him to the vets and watching him sleep,Continue Reading
I’m on a flight, heading eastwards for 36 hours in Bucharest[1]. Flying out of Luton at 10pm on a MondayContinue Reading
fuck So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckContinue Reading
Flaubert in Egypt is ostensibly (though it isn’t) a book written by Gustave Flaubert about his hedonistic travels through EgyptContinue 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
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
Big books. I have an odd relationship with ’em. The idea of big books, to be honest, I have aContinue Reading
I like Biblical novels. So much so that I wrote one*, and so much so that after reading about ten/twenty,Continue Reading















































