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Review: The Stranding by Kate Sawyer
arts The Stranding is the exceptional debut novel by Kate Sawyer, which begins with the end, but then explores what happens thereafter. Whilst this is a story that launches from an apocalypse, the overriding focus is on a theme of hope and human connection. We can relate to the characters we meet, despite not knowing what it would be to share their reality; they are grounded, resilient and appear able to place value only in what truly matters to them.
‘Grief can make people see things in a very odd light’ : Body on the Island by Victoria Dowd
arts One whodunnit recently resolved by this sleuthing scribe, was the intriguing case of the ‘successful sequel’. A conundrum precipitated by the advent of a rather delightful debut entitled, The Smart Woman’s Guide to Murder. Our culprit had undeniable form. My case notes were presented for our readers last year in the guise of a review. Oversized, ivory-handled magnifying glass in hand, this mystery did not prove to be an enigmatic seven-pipe problem.
It's All Greek To Me !
arts Greek and Roman myths are suffused with a colourful cornucopia of libidinous Gods and Goddesses, by turns cantankerous and disconcertingly blood thirsty when out of sorts. Vengeance, jealousy, betrayal and amore animate their magical doings, with occasional departures into the Elysian fields of wisdom, benevolence and justice.
Review: A River Called Time by Courttia Newland
arts Courttia Newland’s debut novel, The Scholar was birthed to enormous acclaim. His latest novel A River Called Time was eighteen years in the making and is a truly epic bildungsroman come sociological touch stone, deriving its coruscating brilliance from astonishing intellectual rigour, meticulously rendered world-building and an imaginative scope only eclipsed by its polysemic richness and profoundly absorbing narrative.
Syllogomanie : "J'accumulais les objets pour me protéger du monde. Puis, le monde a changé"
Aussi loin que je me souvienne, j'ai toujours été bordélique. J'ai maintenant la trentaine, mais quand j'étais petite, je vivais dans une jungle de désordre : mon lit entouré de vêtements, de maquillage et de chaussures, de cassettes et de CD. Sur les murs, j'avais des affiches et des coupures de journaux, des autocollants recouvraient chaque centimètre de l'armoire.
Review: Lightseekers By Femi Kayode
Caroline Spalding Features Correspondent 12:19 PM 17th February 2021 arts Lightseekers is a compelling debut novel from the clinical psychologist turned advertiser and now upcoming literary star, Femi Kayode. Set in Nigeria, the novel moves at pace through an environment which poses the question of where reality stops, giving way to fiction.
Review: Lightseekers By Femi Kayode
Caroline Spalding Features Correspondent 12:19 PM 17th February 2021 arts Lightseekers is a compelling debut novel from the clinical psychologist turned advertiser and now upcoming literary star, Femi Kayode. Set in Nigeria, the novel moves at pace through an environment which poses the question of where reality stops, giving way to fiction.
An Interview with Alice Ash - Author of Paradise Block
Paul Spalding-Mulcock Features Writer @MulcockPaul 10:54 PM 12th February 2021 arts Dante Alighieri ultimately transported us to Paradiso, the third and final part of his Divine Comedy.
‘ …Really Real Poor People, Surviving Alone Together’: Paradise Block By Alice Ash
Paul Spalding-Mulcock Features Writer 10:15 PM 10th February 2021 arts Books can transport us to Heaven or Hell. Similarly, they can serve as imaginatively conjured portals into the lives of others. As if by magic, the variegated panoply of humanistic individuality can be witnessed within their diverting pages. The dramatis personae of mankind’s story are as varied and unique as they are enchanting or repulsive.
Forgotten History, Contemporary Truths:The Tainted By Cauvery Madhavan
arts Rousing myself from slumber, I often attempt to connect the diaphanous, multifarious strands of a recent dream, its plot and events an indistinct byzantine blurring of impressionistic feelings and thoughts. Certain details emerge from the cognitive fog, others remain subsumed beneath dense banks of cumulonimbus-like ignorance, assumption and self-edited omission. I think I remember the dream, my understandings tenuous but acceptable, then move groggily into the full consciousness of my day.
Hoarding Made Me Feel Safe From The World. Then The World Changed
For as long as I can remember, I have had problems with clutter. I’m now in my early 30s, but when I was a little girl, I lived in a swamp room, my bed fenced in by clothes, make-up and shoes, cassettes and CDs. On the walls I had posters and newspaper clippings, stickers covered every inch of the wardrobe. Teachers and other adults were very kind and considerate, I was a mousy, slightly smelly girl, wearing thirteen plastic necklaces and carrying a bin bag full of teddies.
The Stranding
We have updated our Privacy Policy Please take a moment to review it. By continuing to use this site, you agree to the terms of our updated Privacy Policy. Brilliant and original, THE STRANDING illuminates the beauty and fragility of humanity with a story so immersive and tender; I was surprised to find myself still in familiar surroundings when I surfaced from it.
Rot Beneath the Surface
Rot Beneath the Surface Fire has started in Flat 4 of Paradise Block. The young girl in Alice Ash’s story ‘Eggs’ watches with her mother, younger brother, and neighbour Min from outside the building. ‘The smoke,’ she tells us, ‘pours out from our downstairs window like a black tongue’. It stains the rooms of Flat 4, and dresses absorb the smell until they are hung outside to ‘shriek around like ghosts on the washing line’.
Gros Homard -
By Alice Ash. I notice that a light moss has begun to form on my rockery, the spot where I prefer to spend my nights. I am surprised when you do not see it, my love, as the thin grey curtain of filth is pulled slowly to obscure my view of your living quarters, where you used to spend your days in stimulating thought, writing, and playing host to your interesting friends who would coo over my tank and marvel when I waltzed, sometimes leaping clear of the water, clicking my ginger claws.
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