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The Waterfall by Margaret Drabble. Jane Gray - no, not that one - is having a mixed time of it. A published poet - hooray! - but not writi...

A bit of an end-of-year tidy-up of unblogged stuff here, in particular this photo which I came across when looking at some stuff on Google P...

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.  Our unnamed narrator is a woman in her early twenties, carrying out a menial and pretty unrewarding job as pe...

Obviously I can't leave that link at the bottom of the last book post hanging, so here's an updated version of the list in that 201...

The Dinner by Herman Koch. Well, you know what they say - you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your relatives. So when Pau...

No sooner has a respectable period of mourning and scythe-sharpening elapsed after the death of Hilary Mantel than the Grim Blogger strikes...

Days Without End by Sebastian Barry. Tom McNulty is just a simple Irish country boy in the mid-19th century American west. And what is ther...

A bit of background for this first one, although I suspect you'll be ignoring it as you'll already be mesmerised by the photo. I...

On Her Majesty's Secret Service by Ian Fleming. The name's Bond; James aaaaahh well you know the rest . Hush hush, double-0 status,...

It's been a while, but evidently the Curse Of Electric Halibut has been biding its time, like a coiled python drowsily digesting its las...

Another series of tenuously-linked thoughts, if you'll permit me. Firstly, someone retweeted this tweet into my timeline the other day: ...

A couple of related things following the sudden death of rugby pundit and journalist (and former Wales rugby captain) Eddie Butler . Firstl...

The Road Home by Jim Harrison. Meet the Northridges - they're a twentieth-century family. From the state of Nebraska, they are living ...