“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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23 October 2014

THE VINEYARD IS COMING OVER THE HILL

I put the little Sony on the table at the local boozer, The Royal Oak at Clarendon, pointed it across the road, pushed the button, and got this snap of the vineyard coming over the hill. There'll be no more green after this; just in the last two days, everything's turned brown.

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