My review of Jonathan Lethem's 'The Ecstasy of Influence' may have been quite little, but the thoughts it sparked were a quite big. So hop on board this train of thought about influence and intimidation.
Finally I can offer a little review of Jonathan Lethem's 'The Ecstasy of Influence' because I have at long last finished it. It only took me two and a half years.
A pub in Wales pointed out that halfway to nowhere is exactly where you need to be to move forward with a little meaning.
The less you write, the less you are a writer. But when you keep worrying about what's happening next, there's no time to expand upon what's happening now.
Seamus Heaney died this week, and with his poem 'Blackberry-Pickings' he has reminded me of the importance of honesty and the danger of influence when experiencing the disappointments of life.
Gershwin and his oysters got me thinking about popular culture, artistic merit and the gifts we get from kindly creatives.
The New Yorker in the bath, writing gloves, Greg Proops and all the things that do and will have one particular thing in common.
In order to be a better writer, you have to be psychotic. That is, a person who needs multiple identities in order to give the impression of an erudite whole.
Chuck Palahniuk, cheesecake and a sofa...does it get any better?
Arresting. Emotionally wrenching. Gripping. Brilliant: my first venture outside the 2013 book bubble.
Making a non-New Year's resolution to step boldly outside of my literary comfort zone.
A belated farewell to Nora Ephron, which describes the invaluable lessons her work offered to this writer-in-waiting.