Pixel Picks – weekly(ish) links from around the web: interviews, articles, essays, poetry, fiction and non. This week brings literary wardrobes, writing tips, dream lands, bad reviews, and bad sex. Enjoy. Bad Sex: The inaugural Bad Sex in Fiction Prize Nominee’s are here!! Here’s a taste from Men Like Air by Tom Connolly: “He watched her passport rise […]Read more "Pixel Picks.XIV"
“It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times” begins Ali Smith’s prophetic newest novel Autumn. A grave echo of Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, Smith’s musing holds no humor. A novel set in a post-Brexit world, and read during the fateful 2016 presidential election, Autumn is the first in […]Read more "Autumn: when politics permeate prose"
Moving to a new city (country! continent!) means you leave everything behind and have to begin again. It’s not just the the places and spaces that are new, but new people, routines, habits, traditions. And new book clubs. It’s no secret that I love books clubs – I am a self confessed book club slut. […]Read more "Book Club Slut: The Vegetarian"
A few weeks back I contributed a curation of reads for Bibliofeed – the wonderful Instagram based book club of readers and writers alike. One of my selections was T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. About it I wrote this: I love this poem because it is so epic and because it is so confusing. It is so […]Read more "The Waste Land and Literary Meltdowns"
“The Tempest within The Tempest within The Tempest” explained the perfectly poised Margaret Atwood as she stood in the centre of the cathedral, with eyes from all sides on her. She was, of course, speaking of her new novel Hag Seed – a retelling of Shakespeare’s last (solo) play. Fanfiction at its finest. With a loyal […]Read more "Margaret Atwood: In Two Acts"
I seem to be reading The Goldfinch once a year – returning to Donna Tartt’s hallowed halls, antique stores, and New York streets is a luxury I will never tire of. But. This year I began the novel just before I flew half-way across the world. Just before I uprooted my life. I read the first few […]Read more "On why I haven’t finished The Goldfinch"