“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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31 July 2018

PǢAN TO THE GLASS HOUSE IN WINTER

"people who live in grass houses shouldn't get stoned" or whatever it is they say is on a level with instructing colourblind people to sort chillies, especially if you just surprised them with off-season hotties outa the greenhouse like these wee protonuclear dainties leftover from breakfast ... anyway, in my experience, fighter jocks breaking the sound barrier in jet aircraft, because they "couldn't help it" or "didn't know we were going that fast" meaning "no idea we had nearly so much sizzle on" have caused a lot more damage to the green houses of the Adelaide Plains than stone-throwers ever did

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