‘What’s it about? That’s the only question in the world worth asking.’ ‘What do you mean, what’s it all about?’ ‘Not all. Just what’s it about. What’s it all about’s a different question and it’s too big’ This is the question lying at the heart of James Robertson’s short story collection ‘Republics of the Mind’ … Continue reading
In the few seconds after the crash, something strange happens. There’s a sudden change in the atmosphere of the material world. And in nearby Evanton the light flattens so anything unbeautiful becomes sinister and pretty things seem slightly surreal. Usually, I dislike novels about rebirth. I dislike self-pitying and indulgent diatribes about people rebuilding their … Continue reading
Some weeks ago, whilst pulling more books I don’t have time to read out of the library, I happened to glance up and notice this novel. It was the author’s name that caught my eye. I’m a sucker for foreign or unusual sounding names. I had until that point never heard of Antal Szerb, or … Continue reading
I know nothing. I am tabula erasa, a blank sheet of paper, an unhatched egg. I have not yet become a woman, although I possess a woman’s shape. Not a woman, no: both more and less than a real woman. Now I am as mythic and monstrous as Mother herself; but I cannot bring myself … Continue reading