“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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04 March 2018

ARCHIVE: LIFE AFTER FRINGE

On a rare visit to the big Smoke, en route Berri to Kangarilla, I called at The Ex for a quick one with George and say howdy to my mate Danny Moody (above) and in came Silver John Howell, who I'd not seen for far too long. Which led me to dig out the following photograph from the old East End days. That's Tyrrell Talbot, left, with John at his former wife Libby's 70th at the Adelaide Bowling Club. Watch the bodyguard with the beer. John's 82 now. There IS life after The Fringe, see? It seems to have a deeper reek ...

 

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