‘War is a narrative: it might almost be said to embody the narrative principle itself.’
Every so often, for offences actual or hypothetical, my mother and father stop speaking to me. There’s a funny phrase for this phenomenon in England: it’s called being sent to Coventry. I don’t know what the origins of the expression are, though I suppose I could easily find out. Coventry suff…
‘I dream about Ian, not the same dream, different dreams, but they're all sort of similar. Like, we're getting on a train, me and him, and I put him on with all our bags and then I get off because I want to buy a newspaper or something and next thing I know the train's pulling away with me still on the platform and Ian looking at me through the window.’
‘He merely desired to unpick her from the snag of what seemed vaguely to him to be her femininity.’
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‘War is a narrative: it might almost be said to embody the narrative principle itself.’
