Pixel Picks – occasional links from around the web: interviews, articles, essays, poetry, fiction and non. This one brings Ali Smith (always), angry females, libraries and trees, literary movements, and walking tunes. Enjoy. One of my favourite lit mags, Five Dials, published an Ali Smith short story titled The Female Gays. I’m a hoe for anything Ali Smith, […]Read more "Pixel Picks. XVI"
As I was leaving work yesterday, I bumped into a friend. The sun was setting ahead of me so I couldn’t see who had called my name, but as I wheeled my bike closer, there she was, a manifestation out of the syrupy sunshine. She had just gotten off the bus, and had a book […]Read more "On Place and Space in Literature"
A collection of thoughts after re-reading The Goldfinch (transcribed from marginalia): Theo’s mother dies on April 10th. April 10th is the 100th day of the year. I think Donna Tartt hides herself in her male characters. “I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember […]Read more "Transcribed from Marginalia: The Goldfinch"
January was spent grief-stricken from the death of my Grandfather. The rest of my family amassed on the other side of the world to celebrate his life; every morning was peppered with updates from my siblings, parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles. I wanted to be home with them. But I wasn’t. I was at work. […]Read more "My Year (in books)"
The world is quiet here, in this wee corner of the internet, but not because I’ve stopped writing. Sometimes a blog feels like shouting into the void, especially because platforms such as wordpress or blogger don’t cultivate a sense of community as places like instagram or twitter do. So although I love my blog, I […]Read more "Recently"
I didn’t realise until the last page was turned, but the second time I read Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life was exactly two years after the first. And two years ago, once finished with the tome of a novel, I swore I would never read it again. Despite loving it, it was too harrowing to read again. […]Read more "On rereading A Little Life"
I went ‘wild’ camping in the Scottish Highlands and it was nothing like camping in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It was a tall order, thinking I could wild camp for ten days in the Scottish Highlands. I’ve been camping before – as a child, with friends, or at festivals – but I’ve never been […]Read more "Muggles go Wild Camping"