“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)





18 May 2015


photo Philip White

Rear view 

When she drove she spent so 
much time watching her arse
she made me nervous.
Leaning into the wheel with

her chin leading, mind you,
but the eyes always in the mirror
watching for phantoms from
behind. "Look out the front!"

I'd say, secreting my fear, thinking
such advice made sense, given our
direction and the passage of time.
But now I know that I too show

unseemly interest in the past,
hoping it don't come too fast. 

Philip White


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