The Villager, With Tom Cox
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I’ve called my Substack page The Villager, partly as a little joke only a few people will get. My first novel was actually called Villager and would have been a very different book if it was called The Villager but, despite this, a lot of people insist on calling it The Villager. At the same time, that’s undeniably what I am: I live in a village now, grew up in a village and have, during less than half a century on the planet, somehow managed to reside in a grand total of eleven other villages. I love to explore the countryside and write about it but I’m interested in innumerable other things too: these range from 1970s Habitat Catalogues to crumbling architecture to old Ladybird books to records to interdimensional portals. Sometimes, I think I’m chronically interested in everything, which is also probably the reason I’ve not yet managed to become an expert on anything. Source
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New writing on landscape, music, books, folklore, psychedelia, the natural world and other misty magical things outside the mainstream. · Over 39,000 subscribers By subscribing, I agree to Substack’s Terms of Use and acknowledge its Information Collection Notice and Privacy Policy “Tom Cox's writing brings the reader to a profound understanding of human experience through biting humour, technical mastery and a delicious blend of the absurd and the pragmatic. He is almost obscenely talented.
The True Stories Behind The Photographs In The Habitat Catalogues Of The 1970s
This is a piece I wrote a while ago but I wanted to make it free to read again because most of you won’t have seen it, and a couple of people recently told me - to my surprise - that it was their favourite thing I’d written on Substack. I wrote it during the very early stages of planning for my novel 1983 when a memory popped up of wandering around the Nottingham branch of the furniture store Habitat with my parents.