“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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06 December 2015

DAWN OVER IRONHEART COTTAGE

from my kitchen window while I brewed the first coffee of today ... those baby bush vines are learning to live in hard stone, but they're good at producing a bunch or two of incredible flavour each year now ... they'll get there ... brave little buggers ... photo Philip White, who's lucky to rent a living ironstone cottage window like this on Yangarra ... sure beats TV

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