Women, men, writers, bodies, and metamorphosis
Dear Ren, I don’t even know where to start. When I worked as a teacher in Germany in in 1980/81, Anna (Oscar’s godmother) and I wrote each other letters that… Continue Reading
Dear Ren, I don’t even know where to start. When I worked as a teacher in Germany in in 1980/81, Anna (Oscar’s godmother) and I wrote each other letters that… Continue Reading
Sometime in 1989, I was sitting at my desk at work, exhausted after yet another day of internecine warfare instigated mainly by the management consultants I was working with at… Continue Reading
Well, I say campaign trail (of which today was the first full day), but I’ve actually not done much more than I usually do, which is walk around the village… Continue Reading
When Dead Men was published in 2012, and after my publisher’s miniscule marketing budget had run out, one of my hobbies became carefully placing Dead Men advertising cards into other people’s… Continue Reading
I got an offer yesterday, from a small ebook publisher in the US, to publish one of my as yet unpublished novels, Bee Bones. The offer came as a result… Continue Reading