Writing and Art: intertwined and side by side, they speak so closely to one another it’s almost as if the two whisper – sharing ideas and pages, characters and settings and style. Flashes of delight in the mind and a residue of thought. There’s always been care taken when it comes to cover design, but […]Read more "Inspired by the Writing of Virginia Woolf"
A new Murakami is a strange and wonderful thing. A tome, destined to be read by millions and perfectly formed as a material object – bound in circles, that seemingly constant shape that seems to run throughout his work, and echoed across dust covers and paperbacks alike. How does one begin when writing about the […]Read more "Killing Commendatore"
I finished rereading A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book. Last time I read it I wrote myself a hangover cure: visit the V&A museum, take up pottery, frolic in the English countryside, read Peter Pan, drink tea, sleep. So, behold, a collection of cures for that book that made you suffer: the best of the reading remedies. Normal […]Read more "Reading Remedies (Part IV)"
It began with her face in marble mosaic, walked upon by thousands each day, in the entrance hall of The National Gallery. Next was Durga Chew-Bose’s title of her essay collection, lifted from the her Diaries. And then it was that twitter account – Vita & Virgina Bot – serving tweet sized samples from the […]Read more "On Youth, Woolf, and The Man Booker Prize"
Back to work after six long weeks of doing nothing but reading – I would laze in bed and emerge only when I’d turned the final page. Or I took my coffee into the patch of morning sun and shift my body, hot and sleepy, across the room as it rose and turned into a […]Read more "Summer Reading (a reflection of sorts)"
Pixel Picks – occasional links from around the web: interviews, articles, essays, poetry, fiction and non. This one brings cures and clothes, poetry and podcasts. Enjoy. Recently devoured Sophie Mackintosh’s The Water Cure and have been internetting anything about her I can. You can see echoes of the novel in this story of hers. Women and clothes and […]Read more "PIXEL PICKS. XVII"
Laying low with a migraine and looking past the hazy globes of light that mar my vision and thinking about looking at the shelves of other people. It used to be only when I walked into the home of someone else, or their office, or in glimpses of strangers (cracking the spines on the train, […]Read more "Our Shelves are Our Selves"