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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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Electrolyte Roulette

Routine Stand. Move. Collapse Drink potassium Collapse. Correct the hypo Sweat through the calcium Piss out the potassium Sleep off the magnesium Fight for oxygen Trick the renal distal tubular Drink from a rock pool (St Mark’s Solution) Correct the pH of the blood Assuage the disgruntled and flickering heart Collect 15mg of codeine and

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The Old Man And The Sea

There is nothing quite like another hospital admission to make you re-evaluate your priorities. Now home, juggling glucose and electrolytes like knives, I am shuffle walking into a new phase of my life. I have no idea how to plot my path, or even where I’m going. It is all and only one breath after

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The Light In The Dark

When I was unwell and unworldly, my life was teeming with those who took advantage of my good nature until there was no good nature left. I turned off the tap and all the wordless people went to drink elsewhere. Even though I knew this would happen, I was still so surprised. Few remained who

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