“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)


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17 August 2014

MISS ELIZABETH HOWELL HITS 70

Libby Howell and a hundred or two good mates pumped the floor of the historic Adelaide Bowling Club last night. In a quiet acknowledgment of her completion of seventy laps of the Sun, Snooks La Vie and Proton Pill did the sonics [super; recommended!], an A-list of Adelaide bohemia did the moves, and most of 'em helped me with the absorption of refreshments. Shit it was good ... photos by Philip White


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