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Review – Hothouse by Brian Aldiss

Review: Hothouse by Brian Aldiss Look, I persevered. It is no doubt an interesting book concept. And I came away from it with a clear and unsettling feeling that I had just spent a week in overgrown and hostile jungles, amongst the sticky, sharp, cloying, impenetrable vegetation of Aldiss’s future...

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Beware of Pity – Stefan Zweig – review

Beware of Pity – Stefan Zweig Pushkin Press (July 13, 2011) Review: Zweig’s masterpiece is ultimately over-long and rather pointless. It is just before the outbreak of World War I and young Austrian officer Anton Hofmiller is stationed at a Hungarian outpost. He befriends a local rich family, the Kekesfalvas,...

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Country of the Pointed Firs – Sarah Orne Jewett

Review: Perfect for a holiday read – or for dreaming about being on holiday. It’s not very often that I finish a book and immediately want to read everything else by that author. It happened with Tove Jansson, Elizabeth von Arnim and now again with Sarah Orne Jewett. An unnamed...

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Brittle Star Magazine

I’m very pleased to say that my short story “Pharaoh’s Daughter” has been published in Issue 35 of Brittle Star Magazine. I’ve been kicking this story around for ages, finessing and reworking it dozens of times. It’s nice that I can now finally consider it done and it has a...

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An A to Z of Women Writers

Like many people, I like to create rituals or impose odd limitations on myself in order to get stuff done. For instance, I recently went to Bristol to work on my novel. Yes, Bristol. It seems like an odd choice, but if I’d stayed in Zagreb I probably would have...

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Reading Women

Quite by accident this year I’ve almost entirely read books only by women. * Many internets-people have declared 2014 to be the year they read more women writers. Some are even going so far as to say they’ll only read women writers. Having usually been someone who says “I only...

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Little By Little

The conductor walks up and down the small train – just one car – clipping tickets, nodding to old acquaintances, selling tickets to those who get on at the small stations. Every day he travels from Karlovac to Bubnjarci and back again, following the river, passing under the castle on...

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Trollopey Women

I have a bit of an on-again-off-again love affair with Anthony Trollope. I recently completed what could only be called a Trollope marathon, smashing out a Palliser novel every 1-2 weeks. I’m not even sure if I enjoyed them, I just had to get through them. But they did make...

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Google’s Specs

No matter how connected you are, do you ever sometimes get the impression that Google just doesn’t get you? It’s no secret that I love books. I love them so much I frequently fall asleep with one on my chest, under the pillow, on the floor, over my face… sometimes...