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Reading Authors Who’ve Recently Died

In his joint review/obituary of Denis Johnson in the NS, Chris Power makes the obvious point that ‘It is hard, when considering the final works by dead artists, to escape the death and get a clear view of the thing itself.’ Late works ‘become ensnared in the biographies of their creators’,…

Two New Poems

All Change, All Change The trains still arrive when they want, It’ll get colder yet before it thaws. We should do this, do that, There are contacts to contact, And efforts to be made, and rhythms And routines to be resisted. Before it’s – already – too late. And the same people…

Keep the Booker Prize Open!

This was first published at BookRiot. The Man Booker Prize has a history of stirring up the literary scene. Last month it made headlines again when 30 publishers urged trustees to reverse their decision to include American authors. The letter cites falling sales in the U.S. by writers from the UK…

‘Hunger’

In keeping with our snowy visitor from the East, here’s a jolly little story about cannibalism I wrote last year.  Hunger The first time the boy hears hooting, he ignores it. He thinks he’s imagining things again. But the second time, squinting into an ice-white sky, he sees a row of…

‘Man Up’

Here’s my first attempt at flash fiction  – very pleased that it was longlisted in the quarterly Flash 500 competition. ‘Man Up’ I became a man when I answered the phone one evening. The babysitter panicked and called mum. When she got home I was writing a letter on my bedroom…

Mark E. Smith: R-uhh. I-yyarrr. P-eahhh.

In 2005 me and my contemporaries were going through a weird state-change into not-quite-adulthood, where the old accepted ideas of ‘cool’ had mysteriously died and everything was in flux. The neat categories in which we had formerly defined ourselves were fraying – chavs, grungers, ‘boffs’ (that be me), et al. Previously, social status depended on how…

‘The Great Wave’

Trust me to fall in love with Halil Çelik. Halil. Çelik. The boy who made my first two years of high school one long, slow, undignified retreat back into my shell. Who made me and my friends eat lunch everyday crouched at the edge of the playground. It’s not like…

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