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Elevation

Major bummer alert. Elevation by Stephen King is a kooky short story set in a small, conservative town about a nice fat bloke called Scott who is losing weight but still looks exactly the same, and the initial fractious engagement with his lesbian neighbours. …..I know….. Sigh. Several pages in, there is still little attributing

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Self Help ?

Self help really can enable some of us to develop, change, or discover our ‘true selves’. Personally, I am finding that self help books are nothing but a load of old bollocks. Do the self help, ‘experts’, truly offer any practical tools to implement these changes? Is there anything already written that hasn’t already been

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Lanny

Max Porter’s debut novel, ‘Grief Is The Thing With Feathers’, was beautiful and brilliant but had me crying for hours. In a similar vein, ‘Lanny’, was all mischief, myth and mind bending poetry. In ‘Lanny’, Max Porter marries the profound and the pettiness of a small rural English village by weaving folklore and the mundane

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What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Authentic, precise, tight writing in which timeless characters are as real as the people you know. Or rather, the people you think you know. There are few writers that make me feel like I’m eavesdropping, but Carver is one of them. You know you really shouldn’t….but the subject matter is more absorbing than your probable

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Do I Come Here Often?

Throwback perusal through, ‘Do I Come Here Often?’, with the mordant, miserable and entirely loveable Henry Rollins. Rollins is an insightful man. His writing depicts an interesting and unusual paradox between intense masculinity and profound sensitivity. Emotionally eloquent throughout, the ‘Black Coffee Blues’, journal trilogy is well worth a read, especially if you’re tired of

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The Finger

Life has been exceptionally difficult of late. Two stints in hospital. Abnormal ECGs. Overworked and underpaid kidneys. A savage muscle biopsy. The subsequent infection. Morphine night terrors. And the ever predictable and unwavering mortality crisis doing jazz hands in the limelight…..ad infinitum…..compulsory-mind-wank……yawn…. Whenever unwell and vulnerable, our ability to distinguish who might actually be whom

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