Two families, both alike in infamy
If you’re reading this, it means we’re not all dead.
Read More Two families, both alike in infamyMichael Ruffles
If you’re reading this, it means we’re not all dead.
Read More Two families, both alike in infamyLooking for the next Song of Ice and Fire? Well, fret not, you’ve found it. Here are the forthcoming dozen violent, sexy and confusing time-travel thrillers starring the Tempus Fugitive himself, Justin Thyme. They’ll be written as soon as a publisher gets in touch and waves a massive advance my way.
Read More A Game Of Clones: A pitch to publishers everywhere.The Picture of Dorian Gray has always been, for me, a disappointing novel. Oscar Wilde is one of my favourites, and his importance should not be under-estimated, but there is a distinct dearth of great works from the man. (There are reasons or excuses for this, and he did die young, I know, I know. […]
Read More A few uncensored thoughts about Dorian Gray…If I were a dictator somewhere in the world right now, I’d be reading Terry Pratchett. I’d need all the help I could get, and I might as well get the best advice.
Read More Some advice for Gaddafi: read Night Watch …On one hand, this is a book I should hate. On the other hand, this is a book I should love. Naturally, it ended up being neither.
Read More The Art of Non-Conformity: an economist’s review*Quite a few of the free Melbourne Writers Festival (hereafter known only as #mwf) events are at Feddish, awkwardly located in part of that awkward part of the city, Federation Square. Plonked, I found myself this afternoon, on an unfortunately shaped, and disconcertingly high, wicker chair by the bar. Soda water with a hint of ginger […]
Read More By the bar at #mwf …To coincide with the launch of his memoir, Christopher Hitchens appears to be dying. For publicity purposes, this is something of a masterstroke. All things considered, however, being diagnosed with metastasized esophageal cancer is not a good thing. And not just for Hitch, either. Truly.
Read More Without a Hitch …Without warning, the rain fell as I was on my way to the designated target. The Wheeler Centre, to see John Birmingham on a cold and bitter Melbourne evening. But my wimpishness was only reinforced when, having braved a bit of winter rain on the arduous trek up the hill, the man otherwise known as […]
Read More The Birmingham issues …