Beckett
A Sunday afternoon ramble around the ramparts of authority
I hadn't taken much note of Andrew Keen's The Cult of the Amateur . From the reviews and blogs, I had…
I hadn't taken much note of Andrew Keen's The Cult of the Amateur . From the reviews and blogs, I had…
His is among the most recognizable of contemporary styles: time and again he evokes the restless subjectivity…
Tense, unnerved, and close to madness before writing - and when I read what I've written it looks so calm…
Mark Thwaite reviews Aharon Appelfeld's All Whom I Have Loved in the Daily Telegraph. Michael Roloff co…
Michael Roloff continues his essay of McDonald destruction , this time discussing the literary side of the Am…
It is but the latest, albeit crudest and most ignorant and distorted, baffled as much as baffling self-righte…
Less than a week before Gabriel Josipovici gave his talk in London, the novelist Hilary Mantel gave a lecture…
The first part of Peter Handke's Repetition presents the memories of Filip Kobal's early life. It en…
According to a German site (new to me) dedicated to Peter Handke , the greatest living Austrian writer had a …
In preparation for the summer publication of Krishna Winston's translation of Peter Handke's Crossing…
The blog Short Term Memory Loss offers a substantial Books of the Year list. To my surprise, two Peter Hand…