“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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21 March 2015

BEER-GUARDING POCKET DOG

Another page from the old notebooks, this one from 2002. When he lived in mining camps in the deep outback, my brother had a runt bull terrier cross that I think he bred himself. He had a famous little cross-bred bitch called Mince, who was the colour of minced  steak. She threw either very big indestructible blue dogs or very savage little ones. He called this miniature his pocket dog. It could fit in the pocket of his big coat. He'd put it on the bar beside his beer and wallet when he needed to attend the pisser or play pool. Nobody ever touched that beer or wallet. So there's a challenge for all you dog breeders. Beer dogs.


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