“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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01 October 2014

FARMYARD LIFE: THE BIG EYE-OFF

Not long ago, vineyards round here were blitzed with Monsanto Roundup herbicide: a mindless ritual. Now sheep turn the weeds into little pellets of organic fertiliser and roundup means something completely different ... Peter Fraser's dogs. These good dogs don't bark, but they want to work, and they're perfect at roundup ... photo Philip White

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