Month October 2015
In 2014 I flirted with #cheltlitfest, booking only one event. I took my mum to see Danny Baker. He was brilliant, but I was as captivated by the whole set up, and the oceans of books to browse, touch and… Continue Reading →
Nora Webster is a book about…. Well, I wasn’t really sure for a good while, except that it was patently about Nora Webster. The clue is in the title, but there was little else to give anything away on the… Continue Reading →
Eyrie tells the story of Keely, a washed up, middle-aged man who is self-medicating with alcohol and prescription drugs. The book is set in Fremantle, Western Australia, and the eyrie is Keely’s tenth floor flat of the Mirador building, where… Continue Reading →
So here’s the thing. Is it really the taking part that counts, or winning? This is the refrain that has been rolling around my head this week, ever since the gig race at the weekend. Race number two of my… Continue Reading →
On Facebook this week I saw a photo of the terrace at Casa Ana where we spent most of the sessions on our Literary Adventure. The scene looked familiar, but there was something wrong in the picture. It wasn’t us,… Continue Reading →