this is not a review: ‘1979’, by ray robertson

  I’ve said this before but am always happy to say it again:  my favourite books are those where nothing happens, except that whole worlds change. Ray Robertson is brilliant at this seemingly nothing but really everything  approach to storytelling, most recently in his novel, 1979. In a nutshell, the book is about a year in the … Continue reading this is not a review: ‘1979’, by ray robertson

this is not a review: what happened later, by ray robertson

  My favourite books are always those where not much happens except entire universes quietly change. Both the characters’ and mine. Ray Robertson’s What Happened Later is such a book. I read it twice last year. Each reading brought me deeper into the language with layers yet to be discovered. It’s all about the sentences. Written in … Continue reading this is not a review: what happened later, by ray robertson

this is not a review

I don’t review books. I read them and sometimes I write what I think about the book or what the book makes me think. I write pretty much what I might answer if you were to call me and say: so how’d you like that book? But I rarely answer the phone, so please don’t call… … Continue reading this is not a review

new books

Am writing from somewhere under a stack of books received over the holidays and enjoying a moment’s pause with each as I (no rush) make my way to the top where I’ll choose a place to begin reading for real. The stack: The Collected Stories of Joseph Roth (translated by Michael Hofman); I’ve been slightly nuts about Joseph Roth since reading What I … Continue reading new books

this is not a review: malarky, by anakana schofield

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: my favourite books are the ones in which nothing happens, except that whole worlds change. Anakana Schofield’s Malarky  fits the bill perfectly. The world in question belongs to a middle-aged widow as she speaks to a counsellor, this after having become ‘confused’ or possibly temporarily off … Continue reading this is not a review: malarky, by anakana schofield