Blake Morrison
Blake Morrison is the author of several books, including And When Did You Last See Your Father?, As If, the essay collection Too True and Things My Mother Never Told Me. He lives in London.
Publications
Blake Morrison on Granta.com
Essays & Memoir | Issue 143
Court
Blake Morrison
‘One by one they’re led into the box. They swear their oath. They confirm their name, their employment, why they were where they say they were, what it was they saw.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 143
God and Me
Blake Morrison
‘My hopes weren’t high, even to begin with, so I felt no bitterness when He didn’t reveal Himself’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 143
When I Last Saw Him
Blake Morrison
‘When young, we were impatient with our parents: now we want to atone for our callowness, to take measure of them, to understand which parts of them live on in us.’
Fiction | Issue 143
Have You Decided To Love Me Yet?
Blake Morrison
Crownhill, Plymouth 20.1.43 Dear Agnes (Gennie in future), Just a line to let you know...
Essays & Memoir | Issue 143
Baht ’At
Blake Morrison
‘I'd already begun to suspect that sex brought misery or death, and now I knew.’
Fiction | Issue 143
Doctors and Nurses
Blake Morrison
‘Skirtless, jumperless, she lies on the floor, her hair settling about her like a silky parachute.’
Fiction | Issue 143
Bicycle Thieves
Blake Morrison
‘Late June, scorched grass and sprinklers, the sky as if scuffed and beaten. Too hot to work, too lazy to think.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 143
When Did You Last See Your Father?
Blake Morrison
‘When did you last see your father? Was it when they burned the coffin? Put the lid on it? When he exhaled his last breath? When he last sat up and said something? When he last recognized me? When he last smiled? When he last did something for himself unaided?‘
In Conversation | Issue 31
Salman Rushdie | Interview
Salman Rushdie & Blake Morrison
Blake Morrison interviews Salman Rushdie in 1990, one year after he was placed under fatwa.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 4
Poetry and The Poetry Business
Blake Morrison
‘If there is one image that has dominated our notion of English poetry since 1945 it is that of restraint.’