Category: Novels

Books I’ve Read This Year

Now that the Best of Year book list season is upon us, it seems a good moment to compile my own – a snapshot of my reading over the year. The trouble is that three books – the usual number in such round-ups – isn’t nearly enough. I started off with twenty, thinking I’d probably Read More

What’s in a name?

‘What’s in a name?’ asked Shakespeare – ahead of the game as usual – and it’s certainly a question I’ve been asking myself a lot recently, with regard to titles. Ah yes, titles… that most difficult of things to get right. Perhaps only naming a rock band is more fraught with complexities, and potential pitfalls… Read More

Living Your Life In Fiction

Novels don’t always stay within their pages. The revelation, last week, that the Swedish novelist and campaigning leftwing journalist Stieg Larsson, author of the best-selling Millennium trilogy, was instrumental in training Eritrean women fighters during that country’s civil war, might have come straight from one of his own novels. Nor are Larsson’s the only works Read More

Fiction Can Save Your Life

Flying back from New York a couple of nights ago, on the ‘red-eye’ – and never was an unaffectionate nickname more aptly bestowed – I found myself once more confronting the fact that a good book can save your life. I’m speaking figuratively, of course – although there are doubtless instances, from the bullet-stopping Bibles Read More

Writing Historical Fiction

‘I don’t like historical fiction,’ a friend said recently and, until a few years ago, I might well have agreed with him. I mean – what’s the point of setting your story in the past, when there’s so much about the present that’s worth describing? Of having to go to all the trouble of recreating Read More

Dog Day Afternoons

These are the Dog Days. Dies Caniculares, the Romans called them, attributing their peculiar qualities to the influence of Sirius, the Dog Star. Falling between mid-July and mid-August, they’re often the hottest days of the year: airless, stifling, sultry, days, when everything’s dried-up and dusty, without any prospect of rain to cool the air, or Read More

Writing about Sex

Writing about sex is hard, as everybody knows. Unless you’re as breezily unafraid of double entendre as Kathy Lette, or as secure in the knowledge of your own literary genius as Philip Roth – whose depictions, in successive novels, of liaisons between septuagenarian men and thirty-something women, are offered without a trace of humour – Read More

Rediscovering Undiscovered Country

For the past six weeks, I’ve been retyping one of my previously published novels – a task that might strike some people as entirely pointless. There’ve certainly been times when I’ve identified with the deluded hero of the Borges short story who, having transcribed Cervantes’ Don Quixote line for line, believes himself to be the Read More

On Not Being Stephen King

Stephen King and I have quite a lot in common. We’re both writers, for a start – although, admittedly, his sales are rather better than mine. We both have names that mean the same thing, and that begin with the same letter: he’s just before me on the shelf half-way along the ‘Fiction’ wall in Read More

Writing for profit and pleasure

Why do people write? Novels, I mean. Short stories. Plays. Poetry. It’s hard, unremitting and – with some much-publicised exceptions – financially unrewarding work. You get up each day, and are faced with a blank page – or screen – which you have to cover with words. Those words have to hang together, not only Read More

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