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You might recall, if you follow me on Twitter/X, and why in the name of God would you, that I have occasionally - as a twisted means of expr...

Masters weekend has just been and gone, and as usual provided some memorable golf as well as a few memorable incidents. I mean, nothing as...

The Boy Who Followed Ripley by Patricia Highsmith. Meet Tom Ripley. Well, actually, we don't need to do that as we've already met ...

Lila by Marilynne Robinson. A child is sitting on an exterior step, by the front door of a house, having been banished from the house. It...

So Long, See You Tomorrow by William Maxwell. Our un-named narrator is a young boy on the cusp of his teens living with his father and sibl...

Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Meet our narrator, Casaubon. Why is he called Casaubon? Or, more accurately, why has the author dec...

I have two for you today - now in theory I could parlay that into two posts in a pathetic and transparent bid to bump the blog stats up, pos...

You'll recall my frustration at being thwarted in my plans to do a long circular walk in the Black Mountains back in May of last year. ...

Been out for a couple of walks recently that seem worthy of note (hey, it's my blog) so here's the first. It was my birthday a coupl...

Red Bull Formula 1 head honcho Christian Horner, currently *cough* in the midst of some, erm, personal issues , and Scottish comedian and i...

I'm sure that you, like me, are a deeply tedious and unappealing person to be with at parties owing to your propensity for offering up ...

2023 was a pretty average year for The Curse Of Electric Halibut, although there was a brief flurry of activity in the summer when Cormac M...

The Reader by Bernhard Schlink. West Germany, the late 1950s. Not such a bad place, though there are a few things brewing on the horizon, i...