“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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30 November 2011

ARCHIVE: MICK ECKERT: WOODWIND SOLO






MICKEY ... EN ROUTE TO BREAKSBAND GIG, STIRLING HOTEL CARPARK,
APRIL 1975 ... MICK TASTES UNIRRIGATED WRONG COLOUR VIRGINIA ON A RAW OLD WORN-OUT MONDAY MORNING OR THEREABOUTS ON THE T-BONE WALKER EMOTION BUT TUESDAY'S JUST AS BAD... LOVE YOU FOREVER YOU PERFECT DUFFER AND RESPECT photo PHILIP WHITE


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