‘Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps.’ (Yesterday, today, tomorrow.)

Next day. Same time. Same place. Saw Sean Mathias' production of Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot last night. Woke up sad that it was yesterday and it's over. It (so knowingly) passed the time. I really enjoyed the production, particularly the physicality of it - the gestures, the slapstick. When they said 'calm yourself', they would … Continue reading ‘Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps.’ (Yesterday, today, tomorrow.)

Guest post: Allison Browning on Alice Sebold’s Lucky

It was in an impassioned conversation with Miss Angela Meyer on the floor of a particular writers' festival venue, relishing the taste of ginger beer, that I expressed my love for the sparsity of Chloe Hooper's writing in The Tall Man. Angela and I continued to chat about those writers who have an understated way of inciting … Continue reading Guest post: Allison Browning on Alice Sebold’s Lucky