This week I went to two literary events which could hardly have contrasted from one another more starkly. The first one quiet and concerning the birth of a book. The second one huge, and cacophonous, and mourning the absence of books-to-be.… Read More Jon McGregor and Terry Pratchett
and: Back in Scotland for the first time since moving to London in the New Year. and: Sitting in Henry’s Coffee in Dundee. and: Opening a brand new notebook. and: Searching through the black oil that lines the line of my pen.… Read More Snippets of Scotland
I remember sitting in the car, or at home, snorting occasionally with laughter, and reading out the good jokes. There were so many good jokes that my family must have grown sick of my voice suddenly interjecting with a quip about witches, or sheep, or cats. I don’t know that I even checked whether anyone… Read More Terry Pratchett
I don’t think my monkey brain was built to be a filter. Maybe it’s inappropriate to ask whether the human brain has evolved for the situation which confronts it now. The mechanics of evolution demand that the situation comes first, and then those monkeys best adapted to it already, through genetic accident, are the ones… Read More The Filter: What Happens When There is Too Much?