She appeared to be a slight and graceful person, handsomely dressed; and her hair was arranged like that of a young girl of good family. ‘O-jochu,’ he exclaimed, approaching her, ‘O-jochu, do not cry like that! … Tell me what the trouble is; and if there be any way to help you I shall be …
I love writing about landscapes. I’m probably guilty of finding them far more interesting to write about, at times, than human beings. That’s because I think so much of humanity is defined by the natural world we emerged from (and I include the weather as a part of that). For so many thousands of years …
She opened her eyes. The headlights shimmered across nests of boulders and trunks of stone on either side. No grass, only slates splitting under the weight of the car, each time with a noise like a handclap. Eyes closing, opening. The clock moved on in leaps, not ticks. Either side of the road were trees …
We think of ourselves as land animals, but in truth the air is our element. We live on the seabed of a gaseous ocean, and just because the air we inhabit is invisible to us that does not mean it does not exist. What is invisible to us is so often what is most important. …
Happy New Year, my dears. I hope those mince pies were piping hot and that mulled wine was topped up with enough brandy to make you giddy. I’m going to be at Blackwell’s Broad Street, Oxford, at 7pm on Tues 17th January to talk about The Man who Rained with the fabulous Roma Tearne. It …
In Conversation at Blackwell’s Broad Street – 17th Jan Read More »