Review - In Our Mad And Furious City, by Guy Gunaratne This is a truly wonderful book, I really urge you to read it. The writing is beautiful, portraying the violence and love of lives pulled into awkward, sometimes impossible shapes by a mad and furious city that seems to demand all and offer little in... Continue Reading →
This is the micro-fiction (very short story) I entered for the Stirling Prize. I was really pleased to get third place and to be included in the anthology coming at the end of the year. I was also delighted with the judge, novelist Lesley Glaister's comments: "Some beautifully observed detail in this story which really captures... Continue Reading →
It is a sad time. A time known to most of us in one way or another, of saying goodbye. It helps to think with words and pictures, and perhaps, later, to elaborate.
My grandfather died of a broken heart six weeks after my grandmother. He had not expected to live without her, instead had meticulously planned for her comfort and security on what seemed to him to be the predictable certainty of his own death from a heart attack. But cancer doesn’t like predictions. Cancer, with its... Continue Reading →