“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





16 October 2012


If you are driving a motor vehicle, at the speed limit, or over it, at which most appear to drive, how can you possibly absorb all this horrid friggin signage? If you dared read it, you'd be killed, or you'd kill others. This is just one side of the main street of McLaren Vale.  It gets worse down the other end.  Somebody should purge all this tasteless useless clutter. I wonder how that could happen? Get a Virgo in, please ... photo Philip White

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As a Virgo, Philip, I resent the suggestion that we should clear up other people's shit.

Rob Walls