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Webs of Fiction
Emma Glass
‘The complexity of stories is not singularly reliant on an abundance of words.’
The Bank Manager
Charles Glass
‘In the south of France, at the edge of a cove that cannot be reached by road, lives an old woman from England.’
Second Mother
Sinéad Gleeson
‘The cortex shrinks where the cells used to be. The spaces in between expand. Islands in the sea of the mind. An archipelago of the former self.’ Sinéad Gleeson on Alzheimer's disease.
Blue Hills and Chalk Bones
Sinéad Gleeson
‘One day, something changes; a corporeal blip. For me, it happened in the months after turning thirteen: the synovial fluid in my left hip began to evaporate like rain.’
Fugee
Hawa Jande Golakai
‘Now we’ve fizzled into a ridiculous unsaid, a flaccid tale of love, or lack thereof, in the time of Ebola.’
Doing the Paperwork: Life in the aftermath of a violent death
David Goldblatt
‘If the pressure of their life didn’t kill her it made the fight too hard.’
Best Book of 1967: Ice by Anna Kavan
Eli Goldstone
‘What a writer, and what a vision. What a perfect book to read in preparation for the end of the world.’
On Jesus’ Son
Eli Goldstone
‘Jesus’ Son is a song, a glorious clear hymn, full of the notes of bad decisions, of rotten fucking luck, of causing real and lasting damage to yourself and to the people around you.’
Martin Goodman | Notes on Craft
Martin Goodman
Martin Goodman on why it took him twenty years to write his latest novel, J SS Bach.
