I’ve been titillating my insomnia with a local history book kindly provided by my dad. It’s called A Salmon for the Schoolhouse and charts the day to day concerns of a 19th century schoolmaster in the village where I grew up. Surprisingly, it seems that schoolmasters of yore were just as plagued by HM Inspectorate as [...]
Back in 1998 I was at university studying, among other things, philosophy. The philosophy department, perhaps aptly, was a dusty, rather antiquated place. At times it seemed to me like an old folk’s home for the terminally eccentric. Most of its long serving members were heading towards their dotage and were well advanced (it seemed to [...]
I did the unthinkable today.
I gave away all my books.
These are books I have been collecting for around 15 years – they include my university textbooks, my collections of Scottish literature and philosophy classics, detective novels, autobiographies of popstars and politicians, guidebooks to countries I have visited and might conceivably still visit, self-help books, how-to [...]
An interview with writer James Frey in this morning’s Guardian has irked me somewhat; not because I think Frey deserved all the flak he received for fabricating parts of his memoir, A Million Little Pieces, but because there are other ‘writers’ out there getting away with far worse.
As far as I can make out, Frey’s worst [...]