The Goldsmiths Prize shortlisted author discusses the value of risk, the challenge of proportion, and the role of builders in contemporary thought.
As your children keep changing, so does the job of bringing them up, each different phase bringing its own specific concerns, which vanish as new ones arise.
Tom Humberstone’s weekly comic.
It’s as if two sixth formers had watched a few old DVDs – The Dick Emery Show, Rising Damp, the odd episode of Bottom or Alan Partridge – then written down the first thing that came into their heads.
Mark Lawson’s Critic’s Notes.
It’s hard to care about the future of civilisation when we meet so few members of it worth saving and most of those behave like they know they’re in a movie.
The production is alienating, and not a in a sexy, Brecht kind of a way.
Consumed doesn’t read as a novel by a man who has spent most of his life writing screenplays – except, perhaps, that it reacts in the opposite direction, towards an art-house pacing.
Poetry Notebook is primarily a defence of apprenticeship and craft in pursuit of the elixir of memorability.
As I sat in the cavernous and entirely empty dining room, delicately abstracting flesh-flakes from my perfectly poached cod, my only desire was that I could stay longer. Much longer.
What does the term mean, other than that the wine is big, probably red, and certainly unaffordable?
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