He trepans with the blunt screwdriver on his penknife: unripe figs require the touch of air on flesh to...
‘The special fate of the novel,’ Frank Kermode has written, ‘is always to be dying.’ In Britain, the terminal...
I first met Malcolm McNeill in 2007. He was in London to do some printing for an exhibition, and he showed...
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