What can YOU say in six sentences?
During that hot summer of 1976 - where troops of invading ladybirds clung to the stinging sweat on our skin - Nan spent her final days looking for images of Christ in the woodwork. She finally found him in the bookshelf; neighbours came from doors around to view the apparition, but they all agreed with callous candour that it looked more like the mark left by a fly that had been swatted. Nan was devastated, but out of awkward reverence, she removed the dusty copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover…Continue
Ballerinas of flesh curl up the blade as it trawls through skin. Shirt sleeves hide guitly pleasure: a secret affair with the knife. Press the wound against faceless secretaries, to inhale pain and cheap perfume. I once built a hospital from Lego - and imagined myself, dying, in there. From what blocks built this bedsit? I shall not die in here - from my window I can see the River Thames.
An incision is made from hip to hip just above the pubic area; another incision is made to free the novel from the surrounding skin. My surgeon was delighted with his handiwork, almost smug, as my novel was the first he had extracted in pristine condition and I sat in my favourite chaise lounge, trembling, ready to devour the life time work at the heart of my imagination; oh the horror, the bloody horror! I was expecting a Faustian fireball of suburban subversion, a bildungsroman of…Continue