Literature abounds with enviable rooms of every stripe, and I have always had my favourites. The attic in Little Women, for instance, where I was entertained by the plays written…
I have been quiet on this blog for a longish while, and every so often I have remembered this with a ping of regret, even guilt. But then I have…
The desire for praise sinks its claws into us early. Swinging upside down on the monkey bars we squeal: Look! Look at me! With maturity, the squeals become less shrill…
I have just spent a day in the company of a passionate breadmaker, and I learned more from her in seven hours than I could have gleaned on my own in…
With at least one Oscar for best screenplay to his credit (The Crying Game) Neil Jordan is better known for his filmmaking than his fiction. But his recent novel, the moody and…
Constant uncertainty, and contemplating the edit without end, those are the writer’s chief modes of being. If I wore a mood ring it would always be coloured a smoky, indeterminate grey.…