Posted on 19th June 2014

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All the Birds, Singing

There’s a heat that permeates Evie Wyld’s  truly wonderful second novel: a beating pulse of brutality that accompanies the story of Jake Whyte, a woman living alone on a sparsely populated British island. Upon reading the first sentence—“Another sheep, mangled and bled out, her innards not yet crusting and the vapours rising from her like a steamed…

Posted on 19th September 2012

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Entertaining Strangers

Confession: until now I didn’t believe there was such a thing as a funny novel. I may have smiled wryly at a Wilde witticism or an arch Fitzgerald epithet, but nothing in fiction had ever given me the unrestrained belly laugh of my favourite stand-ups or had the immediate mirthful quality of a well honed…

Posted on 21st May 2012

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The Quiddity of Will Self

It seems somehow inevitable that Sam Mills’s The Quiddity of Will Self will polarise its readers. Some will bemoan an example of literature eating itself, while others will delight in the dining experience and gain succour from Selfian synonyms as they gobble, gorge and gormandise their way through this darkly comic intertextual feast. In trying…