I fail her. We are at war. A war that fuels us both. We are as necessary to each other as air. Twins locked in battle. 378 more words
I am currently sat in a decent pub in Oxford, with a good range of beer, and smart, nicely re-upholstered seating.
For all its pretense, and for all the shininess of the pumps, and the smartness of the seats, there are, just to my right, two figures who seem taken out of a novel by Samuel Beckett. 325 more words
A GIRL IS A HALF-FORMED THING By Eimear McBride Text, $22.99
Every so often, you come across a “first book miracle” – the novel, turned down by every publisher, that is finally picked up and becomes an international sensation. 1,111 more words