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Very belatedly - even more belatedly than last year , it turns out - here's the post-Christmas whisky round-up. I was lucky enough to ge...

A couple of other thoughts in the wake of the House Of Leaves post: There is a bit in the acknowledgements page at the front of my copy o...

House Of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski. Where to start? Well, let's start with Johnny Truant. As the desperately hip (and doubtless ...

Just a quick update on the kitchen light bulb situation, as I know you've been positively moist with anticipation . You'll recall I ...

Picture Palace by Paul Theroux. Maude Coffin Pratt is a photographer. Seventy-ish, she is semi-retired but currently assisting a younge...

Lanark by Alasdair Gray. Where do you start with a book like this? Well, it's subtitled "A Life In 4 Books" so obviously y...

Surface Detail by Iain M Banks. Life, as they say, is a bitch, and then you die. And then, if you're a prudent Culture citizen and h...

Just as with the William Shatner one from a month or so ago, today's headline pretty much picks itself (with the caveat that I haven...

A couple of book-related things, firstly one related to the last book review. My copy of Imaginary Friends was acquired, or so the label on...

Imaginary Friends by Alison Lurie. Roger Zimmern is a newly-qualified professor of sociology at Corinth University (fictional, but appa...

Not much competition for this title today: it pretty much has to be this one. It's unclear from the article whether Shatner just e...

The Affirmation by Christopher Priest. Peter Sinclair is twenty-nine. Or is he? He lives in London. Or does he? He's been spending ...

From Twitter , and not a crash blossom for once, this is just a bit....well, see for yourself: It definitely has a bit of a Day Today...

Two motivational celebrity quotes for you today. The first is from the great Bill Hicks, whose views on the desirability of exciting and div...