The novel is (not) dead

I noticed Will Self‘s tired article on the death of the novel a couple of days ago but, having skimmed through it, I felt it really was not worth reading but a tired rehash of the old story, not least the idea that the idea of the novel being dead really meant that people aren’t … Read more

Rosemary Tonks

I was sad to see that poet and novelist Rosemary Tonks had died. She was famously reclusive. She wrote five novels, of which I own a couple. Naturally, I have always been meaning to read them but have never got round to it but, now that she is dead, I may push them up the … Read more