Capsule book reviews in 255 characters or fewer. Ish. A reading diary (1st Jan 2019 onwards) by Eamonn Griffin.
Reflections on perceived dwindling fame and airline loyalty schemes. We don’t really have humourists in the UK; maybe we should. Anyway, this is a funny, melancholy and perceptive look at Hollywood and other places thanks to Hodgman’s temporary access to the outer parts of the inner sanctum.
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My own books are here, if that’s your thing. Newest is noir thriller East of England.
East Yorkshire-based poet Wilson’s fourth collection: almost 80 short poems on longing and men, on charity shops and bus rides, on doilies and knick-knacks. Charming without stooping to whimsy, a touch melancholic, and both northern and working class.
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My own books here, if that’s your thing. Newest is noir thriller East of England.
A man on a pub crawl; he might write a book, might not. Tremendous stream-of-consciousness/tone poem/scabrous pop culture reference-littered journey through a long dark night out on the piss of the soul. Splendidly observed/experienced; like a half-pissed James Joyce cadging a smoke outside a Preston Wetherspoons.
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My own books here, if that’s your thing. Newest is noir thriller East of England.
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