“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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05 September 2015

HELLYERS TWELVE SAVIOURS 63RD

This is the last drink I tickled before clutching up dreams upon my completion of 63 laps of the Sun ... Hellyers Road Distillery Tasmania Single Malt Whisky Original Twelve  Years ... untouched photo by Philip White, now officially 63 of agenesslessness [Earth years only] ... please forgive my sentiment and never look too deep into that nutso Death's Head

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