Monthly Archives: December 2008

Tiny Deaths by Robert Shearman

What a powerful and wonderful book this is. In deliberately toned-down and undemonstrative prose, Shearman takes the lives of average people, suburbanites, office-workers, the patiently married, the mildly disappointed, and, with one single fundamental shift of perspective (for want of … Continue reading

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Intimacy

Some weeks before Christmas, well past the watershed, RAI2, one of the Italian state TV channels, showed Brokeback Mountain. Well, actually, it didn’t. It showed a version of Brokeback Mountain shorn of its moments of intimacy. Brokeback Mountain without intimacy is another … Continue reading

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Hohum

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Warped!

A very interesting review of The Scent of Cinnamon, by literary blogger and novelist, the Gay Recluse (aka Matthew Gallaway), compares me with Keith Banner, a favourite of mine as regular readers of this blog will know, but someone whose work … Continue reading

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21

I’d like to welcome a new online literary journal, entitled 21. Produced by Edge Hill University, it describes itself as : “a peer-reviewed, online critical journal exploring contemporary and innovative fiction. We are interested in cutting edge fiction from the … Continue reading

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What Lawrence might have called a pansy

You can find the first poem of mine to be published  in the last few years – by anyone other than me, that is – on Fiona Robyn’s endlessly delightful site, a handful of stones. Thank you, Fiona, for rescuing me from … Continue reading

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C’est si bon

http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ5VaBgXzuM&hl=en&fs=1One of the great television moments of my childhood was watching Eartha Kitt being carried onto the stage of the London Palladium, slinkily curled up on a leopardskin-clad chaise longue borne on the shoulders of muscular men in loincloths, to … Continue reading

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