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A couple of updates on topics of regular interest (yes, all right, of interest to me anyway): firstly, following the review of Killing Miste...

Killing Mister Watson by Peter Matthiessen. Welcome to the south-west Florida coast. A constantly-shifting landscape of sandbars, mangrove ...

I'm a busy man, so it's rare for me to explicitly note authorial deaths here that aren't the direct result of my book-blogging a...

The last post was a bit of a downer, wasn't it? Failure, frustration, fuckery: the three Fs. Not what you want. So it's fortunate t...

Remember the heady days of Wills-&-Kate-mania, back before his face started going all weird ? Believe it or not that (i.e. their wedding...

Love Is Blind by William Boyd. Meet Brodie Moncur. He's a tuner. What, a large pelagic fish of the mackerel family? Well, no. This guy...

It's been something like eighteen months so here's another whisky post . The main items of interest among a very gratifying selecti...

My elder daughter, as befits a massive Harry Potter fan who has read the entire novel sequence about nine times and has many assorted items ...

Let's do another one, this time involving actual people rather than delicious items of breakfast pastry and birds of prey. Here's Ro...

It was Alys's birthday a couple of weeks ago, and Alys is a big fan of cute wildlife of all kinds, and owls in particular, so one of the...

Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler. Meet Philip Marlowe: he's a maverick private investigator, who doesn't play by the book, b...

So you might have seen news of the death of Dick Fosbury a week or so ago, and you'll have been hanging out in the pub with your mate...

don't want to trample on the Book Of The Year blog idea this has just given me, but of the ones featured on the blog it'd be either ...

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead. Cora's life seems pretty sweet, on the face of it*, if by sweet you mean relentlessly shi...