I hardly know where to begin when it comes to describing a single object in my writing room. We’re talking the literary equivalent of Francis Bacon’s studio here, for the room is a dusty, mildewed slew of stuff, a terminal moraine of yellowing paper, and a slurry of tat. The walls are covered wi…
Subject+Object: The fount of all smoky wisdom
Will Self
‘To explain what I now feel for the pipe I must paraphrase the writer Robert Stone’s remarks on hard drugs: I admire it from afar.’
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40 years of Granta
The Silkworms
Nothing to see here!
Peace Shall Destroy Many
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
Blue Sky Days
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
Vladimir in Love
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
The Transition
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
