
May We Be Forgiven by A.M. Homes: Take a breath…
“‘Stay, I tell myself,” thinks Harold Silver, at the end of May We Be Forgiven, “…take a breath. Stay here, in the moment.” His somewhat cliched self-exortation takes place at a…
Read More“‘Stay, I tell myself,” thinks Harold Silver, at the end of May We Be Forgiven, “…take a breath. Stay here, in the moment.” His somewhat cliched self-exortation takes place at a…
Read MoreTime to blog is scarce these days but I must mention Margot Livesey’s The Flight of Gemma Hardy (2012), an homage to Jane Eyre set in 1950s and 1960s Iceland…
Read MoreThere comes a moment in a successful writer’s career when critics are tempted to stop comparing his or her work with any work other than his or her own. McEwan…
Read MoreDavid Shields is half-sick of shadows. Like the Lady of Shalott he no longer wants fiction’s embroidery but real life, or so he writes in Reality Hunger: A manifesto (2010).…
Read MoreSections of Colm Toibin’s new novella, The Testament of Mary, were first performed as a one woman play in Dublin in 2011. Given it feels like an extended monologue this…
Read MoreWhen Susan Barr-Toman (author of the beautiful When Love Was Clean Underwear, and the upcoming children’s book Mary Mulgrew, What Did You Do?) tagged me on her post to be part…
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