I spent the entire weekend reading the newspaper and so. On
the growing place for non-fiction in the world of creative writing. In books dubbed
Eurocrime, continental slouths are all the rage.
An interview with Lindsay Nicholson whose new book
Living on the Seabed tells of losing first her husband then her daughter to cancer. I read an excerpt and found it really enlightening as to how you manage to have a life after tragedy. The excerpt is linked at the end of this article. On the rare
perfect ending in a novel- he cites
To The Lighthouse, which I agree with. On
aliens in the arts throughout history. And I didn't only read about books. On US sex offenders
access to free Viagra. Tom Cruise is
completely mental! I fear the Bob Geldof is losing it too. India Knight
raises a good point:
Now, Bob is either a bona-fide saint or a slightly misguided person with a good heart and an alarmingly simplistic take on Africa, depending on your viewpoint. Either way, good on him, at least he's trying. But I'm just wondering: if he can't afford to have bands that aren'’t stellarly successful, what exactly is he doing on the bill?
And finally,
a brilliant profile of eight African women and their expectations of the G8 summit.
And really, that's all I've done. Newspapers. Not that I'm complaining. Just apologising for being slightly boring.
