I’m delighted to have a story – ‘The Drop’ – in the newly published anthology of crime fiction from Run Amok Books – Jacked. There are some fantastic stories in here, from the funny to the deranged, the hard boiled to the strange. Vern Smith, a very fine writer indeed, has done a fantastic job […] Read More →
American football. I love the game. This seems to trouble some people, as if I’m indulging something with almost deviant undertones, like dressage, say. The complexity and the finesse, the occult vocabulary of Cover 3, zone coverage, read option…, a multidimensional game of chess the cliché goes. That said, the game looked ridiculous when ‘The […] Read More →
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of chairing the Oxford launch of Rebecca Ley’s debut novel, Sweet Fruit, Sour Land at Blackwell’s Westgate store. A fellow writer at the wonderful Sandstone Press, Rebecca had just been shortlisted for the Guardian’s Not the Booker Prize. That’s quite an achievement considering 140 books were on […] Read More →
Well the dust has settled on the Oxford launch for The Accidental Recluse, held at Blackwell’s fab new store in the Westgate. We left a trail of devastation; spilled wine, overturned chairs, the echoes of hollow laughter that followed my cheap gags, empty bookshelves, heckles from my three month-old son, utter confusion and no small […] Read More →
The Accidental Recluse is out today. And ahm pondering. See ahm lookin out an open window. Full of somesuch an 17 years old. A distillery landscape at dusk. Aw rain an incongruous industrial on the epic, sodden moor. Towers an steam an a smell never forgotten – pot ale. Drift. Driftin. Ma music too. Likely […] Read More →
As the years have passed less planning is needed. Timing remains crucial, but almost automatic after so much practice. Things just fall into place. In early October the catalogues arrive and I begin to make my choices. In these digital days I may be the only person left alive who buys from catalogues. I’ve kept […] Read More →
We hadn’t been hiking for a while. We chose Schiehallion, the ‘fairy hill’. It had been a while since I’d seen them. My first time here the fairies stole our water bottles. We found out half-way up, the hottest day of the year and the swines had hidden them in the boot of the car. Their laughter […] Read More →
Fun in the sun last night. Or not quite in the sun. More outside the sun, in a hot library. Andrew Bayliss, erstwhile head of Carterton Library (close to my home village) and promoter of all things local and literary booked me in for an event. And what a good turn out, given the beautiful […] Read More →
Tuesday night saw the launch of A Private Haunting at the fantastic Blackwell’s Bookshop in Oxford. More than fifty people came down to hear me read from the novel and ramble on about my writing. I was joined in conversation by Fiona McPherson, Senior Editor on the Oxford English Dictionary, who asked some insightful questions, […] Read More →