It’s been years since I read fiction seriously- not as a fly-by night affair punctuating ‘real reading’ but fully awake, pencil in hand. The novel is Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall, set in Tudor England, focused on the ascendancy of Thomas Cromwell, the minister who got Henry VIII his first divorce (and lost his life after the fourth). I shall put up a proper (if terribly elliptical) review, but the novel has made me powerfully nostalgic for the rhythm and nuance of fiction: the most vivid non fiction cannot match the pleasure of an intricate plot and interesting people. I thought a miss-list might help exorcise my system and lead me back to histories and polemics. It didn’t, but here it is anyway, in no particular order, with excerpts for every mood.
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Field of Magnetic Impulses.
Borges and I
Conversations with Dead Folk
Of Nativity
Of Nativity
we apologise for the inconvenience.
Lately Said
Homage to Catalonia
Death and the Poet
tis black/outback
Pitching SpaceTime
The Step Between
The Step Between
The Cult of the Big Book.
Divine Malarkey
Training Trapeze Artists.
Res Ipsa Loquitor
Res Ipsa Loquitor
Chaosbogey’s Politics.
Deluded Democracy
Anarchist Ahoy!
A Whiff of Scandal
Library Daze
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It began with him.
