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Book reviews
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Nobody Hurt In Small Earthquake – Michael Green
Towards The End Of The Morning – Michael Frayn
A Crooked Sixpence – Murray Sayle
Monday Mourning – Kathy Reichs
The Group – Mary McCarthy
Fear And Loathing In Fitzrovia – Paul Willetts
The Daughter Of Time – Josephine Tey
The Man Who Wasn’t There: A Life Of Ernest Hemingway – Richard Bradford
The Maltese Falcon — Dashiell Hammett
Hemingway: The Postwar Years And The Posthumous Novels – Rose Marie Burwell
To Have And Have Not - Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway: a biography — Mary Dearborn
The True Gen - Denis Brian
For Whom The Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway
Running With Bulls — Valerie Hemingway
The Sea — John Banville
Mrs Hemingway — Naomi Wood
Saturday — Ian McEwan
Berlin Game — Len Deighton
Decline And Fall — Evelyn Waugh
The Colour — Rose Tremain
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Film reviews
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Once Upon A Time In The West
Mulholland Drive
The Gentlemen
A Time To Kill
The Irishman
The Revenant
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Friday, 21 September 2018
In which I learn that blog entries like lemonade can also go flat. Still. . .
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Three Queens Hotel, Burton-on-Trent – Sunday, September 16. NB This post was begun five days ago, an irony given what I write. Oh, well, y...
Friday, 14 September 2018
I feel the itch, so let me scratch a little more (though whether you are in the slightest bit interested is neither here nor there. You are probably far more concerned with your own sodding itch)
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That bloody itch to write, often nothing more than the obsession of a barroom bore to hear the sound of his own voice. And sadly I suffer fr...
Monday, 10 September 2018
History isn’t bunk, Mr Ford, and I wish I knew far more of it
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What with one thing and another - leaving Britain in June 1959 when I was nine to go and live in Berlin (after my father was posted there by...
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Off to a concert in Fowey...
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Fowey – Tuesday, August 21 at 18.30 local time. I’ve arrived in Fowey for a chamber music concert at a St Fimbarrus church (the town churc...
Thursday, 16 August 2018
OK, I’ll come right out of the closet: I am a pro-semite and have been for many years. There, I’ve said it, now condemn me. As for anti-semites, there are plenty around, but I don’t think Corbyn is one, he’s just a chap who doesn’t seem to have grown up much (and there are plenty around just like him)
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Looking at the list of countries in which live those who have visited this blog recently live, the chances are that some reading this haven’...
Sunday, 12 August 2018
My dilemma: how to you patch things up with a stepmother when you really don’t give a fuck whether or not things are patched up? It would only be for her sake.
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Although this blog is the descendant of a diary I once kept for about 15 years, it differs in at least one respect in that I have so far avo...
Thursday, 26 July 2018
As luck would have it . . .
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Given that this blog had its origins in a diary I kept for many years in the pre-digital days when the world was still in B&W, it would ...
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Sunday, 15 July 2018
Bit by bit by bloody small bit this hopeless guitar player is becoming just a little less hopeless. Onwards and upwards (or whatever cliche you prefer, you know what I mean. Never stop trying, something it has taken me a little longer to learn than others)
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NB Included in this post are some tunes which your browser should be able to play, though sometimes certain browser/OS combinations cannot. ...
Saturday, 30 June 2018
Was he or was he not? Who knows? Who cares? Well, not me particularly, but it is interesting. Then there’s the matter on which I shall say nothing, nothing at all...
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In a previous entry , I promised to conclude a - rather long-winded - account about why I think it more likely that my father, who I had so ...
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