REVIEW: Tenth of December by George Saunders


DSC_1105 (2)

Why was it, she sometimes wondered, that in dreams we can’t do the simplest things?

George Saunders, Tenth of December (2013)

The ten short stories of George Saunders’ Tenth of December reside in the not-too-distant future where there is a growing pressure to conform – to think, and feel, and act a certain way- and there are drugs to help you do it. Worryingly, it’s a world that doesn’t seem that far away from our own. It’s a world driven by money, appearances and material gain. Doesn’t that sound all too familiar?

Continue reading “REVIEW: Tenth of December by George Saunders”

5 Short Story Collections I’ve Read

DSC_1079DSC_1135 (2)

In my humble opinion, short story collections don’t get half the recognition they deserve. Perhaps the fact I write my own short stories makes me biased, but most short story collections I have read I’ve loved.  Here are 5 I’ve particularly enjoyed (in no particular order):

  1. No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July
  2. Dubliners by James Joyce
  3. Saints and Sinners by Edna O’Brien
  4. The Woman and Her Little Dog and Other Short Stories by Anton Chekov
  5. Pieces edited by Stephen Chbosky

Continue reading “5 Short Story Collections I’ve Read”

BOOKISH FINDS: Blood Work and Rupture

DSC_1077DSC_1111 (2).JPG

Poetry, I’m afraid to say, is a writing form I’ve disregarded in the last few years. Part of it is down to the way it was taught in school, but largely it’s to do with the fact that I’ve prejudged poetry based on my own cringe-worthy attempts as a teenager. Luckily they are all buried in the abyss known as ‘Documents’, and I’ve come to realise that just because I read two or three drab poems in a classroom, and wrote a hundred more angst-ridden ones in my bedroom, doesn’t mean that all poetry is the same. It’s like saying every novel is the same. It’s ridiculous.

I’ve been introducing myself gently through poetry events at The Bluecoat, which I didn’t just tolerate, I enjoyed. I bought the books to prove it.

Continue reading “BOOKISH FINDS: Blood Work and Rupture”