It is not the Sword of Damocles that hangs over the boy/man/writer of these tall stories (it would be fatuous and easy to call them short): it is the atom bomb. The boy/man/writer in this off-kilter Bildungsroman looks up and sees not the looming atom bomb, but a huge juicy nipple. This is what the…
Posted on 29th May 2012
Posted on 6th November 2011
On a trip to one of my favourite small bookshops recently, my attention was drawn to a small display of books from a new, local publisher I had not heard of. As I like to support publishing initiative, I decided to buy one of the titles (I had actually already spent that week’s book allowance)….