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An entertaining commentary on where physical and virtual worlds collide, does Shukla’s second novel hit the bullseye of the great Here-and-Now dartboard?
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Latitude: An Interview with Nathan Filer
Nathan Filer’s debut novel, The Shock of the Fall was released to critical acclaim in May. We managed to grab a quick word before he headed down to Latitude Festival.
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Latitude: Who to Watch for Lit Lovers
For book-lovers everywhere, Latitude Festival in Henham Park, Suffolk, offers the most comprehensive of all literary events in the world. We take a look at the must-see performers and shows.
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Book Review: The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer
What is most shocking about The Shock of the Fall, Nathan Filer’s debut novel, is how it transforms the stereotypical conception of the novel into something new, saddening, breath-taking and, ...
Book Review: Idiopathy by Sam Byers
Idiopathy‘s hilarious prose, which is at turns terse and sharp and sprawling and circular, is reminiscent of David Foster Wallace at his most entrancing.
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Novel: A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
One hesitates before calling A Tale for the Time Being a “novel of ideas”, which presupposes an imbalance toward themes over character, but it would be impossible to truly enjoy ...
Novel: The Flame Alphabet by Ben Marcus
“What is it called when the landscape mirrors the condition of the poor fucks who live in it?“
Ben Marcus is not a novelist but he is trying to be. The Age ...
Novel: If This Is Home by Stuart Evers
About half way through Stuart Evers’s cinematic debut, If This is Home, it becomes clear that the author has pulled one over us: this is not only an old-fashioned mystery ...
Martin Amis defends his new novel, Lionel Asbo: State of England.
Martin Amis cut a composed, thoughtful figure as he sat above the gathered masses at London’s Bloomsbury Theatre last Tuesday. He was there to talk about, and defend, his latest ...
Horns
I mean, if I just stop thinking for a second and let the lack of silence wash over me, in what I imagine would be an orangey wave of dust ...








