January was dark. In January I spent the days looking for the light and counting the clock ticking a minute more of daylight for days on end. In January Olivia and I read Her Body and Other Parties, pulling it apart thread by thread on her bedroom floor. We marvelled at her terrifying articulation of femininity and […]Read more "My Year (in books)"
What I am reading whilst I (impatiently) wait for Ali Smith’s Spring (because we’re not even at the solstice yet), a list: The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot: is there a more iconic first line in poetry? April is the cruellest month. But is it? A month of riotous greens and pinks that shines light on just how […]Read more "Waiting for Spring"
I saw Call Me By Your Name twice. Once, after work in a near empty cinema with a bag of caramel popcorn and no knowledge of what I was about to see. I cycled home in the rain, buoyed by the heady images of an Italian summer: arts and classics and introspection and lust and swimming and […]Read more "Books to read after watching Call Me By Your Name"