“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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17 July 2018

MORNING WALK WITH IBIS FLEEING STORM

Today we have freezing, abrasive blasts of air from the Bight and the Great Southern Ocean. As clean and chill as a whistle, but no rain in it yet more than a bit of a spit. We need a few days of rain. The creeks are dry. It is winter ... photo Philip White

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