I’m sitting here feeling disgusted, watching yet another black man murdered at the hands of police.
I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce my new short-story and poetry collection, Burn The Word.
‘I took the tube today just to see what all the fuss was about.’
‘In this context, the term deus ex machina was chosen too for the possible connotations of the translated words, which lead to questions seeking to determine what could be the ‘machine’, and the ‘god’?’
‘When did this become a country that took pride in putting ‘poor’ people on TV to be gawped at and labelled as ‘the problem’, and when did we become a viewing public that revels in arguing over who was the most awful scrounging scumbag of the lot of them?’
‘The beginning (unless you’re Kurt Vonnegut or perhaps Martin Amis) is invariably a strong position from which to start.’
‘Hilary Mantel’s successes lay as much in the depth of character she presents in her main protagonist, as in her unique handling of such famous narrative.’
‘I didn’t like him at first. John Williams that is, not William Stoner.’
‘Tragic, sympathetic, human and terrifying in equal measures. Frankly, I’ve never read a book quite like it.’
Reviews in brief of Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep, and others’
An unconventional, stylish stroll through north-west London with three wonderfully constructed, yet fundamentally flawed native thirty-somethings as our guide.
‘A confusing and unsettling journey into Spain’s criminal underworld guided by a unique and improvisational voice.’
‘A stunning and picturesque critique on the futility and irony of war.’
A stunning, no punches pulled personal account of the best manager England never had.