I’m pretty sure Harold Bloom will insist on my public beheading, but if I had listened to The Brooklyn Follies without knowing the author one of my first guesses would … Continue reading
…As Consciousness is Harnessed to the Flesh by Susan Sontag …Mapp and Lucia by E.F Benson …What we talk about when we talk about love by Raymond Carver
After you have counted the left-handed, those wearing glasses, calculated the boys to girls ratio and taken bets on who will be the first to ask for more paper and … Continue reading
…Remainder by Tom McCarthy. This is just brilliant and you should either read or listen to it immediately. What excited me the most was a main character I didn’t like. … Continue reading
…Scarp by Nick Papadimitriou I saw Nick at the Edinburgh Book Festival and it was the link to psychogeography – and the presence of Will Self as the chair – … Continue reading
Wendy MacNaughton is a wonderful artist and I absolutely love this story of the San Francisco Public Library. Keep scrolling down for the whole story. San Francisco Public Library by … Continue reading
The Panopticon by Jenni Fagan and Midnight’s Children by Salmon Rushdie. Quite the pairing. Having seen and heard Jenni at a recent Edinburgh Reads event where she was paired with … Continue reading
…There but for the by Ali Smith You can read the brilliant keynote speech by Ali at this year’s Edinburgh Writer’s Conference from the Style vs Content event via the … Continue reading
It is not just writers showing their talent at the book festival. The illustrious, multi-coloured, gluten-free Chrisdonia, Scotland’s literary paparazzo is once again official photographer. There are some interesting shots … Continue reading
It must be nice to look out over a book festival audience and think, “Well, at least this many people have read me. Everyone sitting in front of me has … Continue reading
Owing to some impromptu work that I could not turn down, I missed Matt at the Book Festival today. You can read his brilliant story on the City of Literature … Continue reading
It’s worse than waiting for Christmas, but infinitely more rewarding. The wooden walkways, the yurt, the bookshop, the author sightings, the vastly inflated prices in the cafe. I am always amazed and … Continue reading