Virginia Woolf: I miss London life. Leonard: This is not you speaking, Virginia. This is an aspect of your illness. V: It’s me, it is my voice! L: Not you. V: It’s mine, mine only… L: It’s a voice you hear. V: It is not! It is mine. I am dying in this town. L:…
My book recommendation of the week. I’ve just read, finished, and straightaway re-read if nobody speaks of remarkable things by Jon McGregor which Jenny gave me because it reminded her of my blog. Fine praise indeed. It’s one of those books with a story that reels you in and drags you forward and makes you…
I couldn’t sleep the other night so I reached out my hand and grabbed The Poisonwood Bible. It’s so familiar, so loved, that I reckoned I’d be fine to read a couple of chapters and not have to see it through. But it pulled me back in and sure enough I was ensnared yet again…
It’s a book I avoided reading last year on the grounds that everyone else was reading it. Ten years ago I’d have lapped it up and loved its short chapters’ claims to neatly tie up complex issues of suffering, hell, and the exclusivity of Christianity. Now I’m not so sure. But it’s a book that…
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