‘Where have you been?’ no one actually asked, but I shall tell you anyway! Easter and summer might mean the holidays, but they also mean final university deadlines. The big ones. The last few weeks I’ve spent desperately scrambling a story together and today is the day that I handed it in, which means freedom for a few days before I start frantically compiling an essay, and then you know, it just a short 15,000 words until I’m officially done. But, in my writer’s panic I let the blog slide. So I’m using these few days of respite to write up some lovely posts ahead of time, so I won’t go missing for too long again! Continue reading “BOOKISH FINDS: Animals & Absence”
In an attempt to keep to my word, I’ve started to pick my way through the towering to be read pile that’s taken over the space beneath my bed. We’re not going to mention the two books that accidentally fell into my bag at a charity shop last week- that didn’t happen. The first books I’ve chosen are short story collections I bought at Waterstones during a university trip. Yes, my Masters course took a trip to Waterstones as a lecture and it was magical. The reason I chose them was because they felt like they had something in common with my own writing and as they are the first collection by each writer, I thought I might pick up a few things.
Both collections are routed in place. Lucy Caldwell’s stories take place on the streets of Belfast while Thomas Morris depicts small town life in Caerphilly but both these places have well established identities and the characters in the collections face difficulties when they don’t fit the mould. Continue reading “REVIEW: Multitudes by Lucy Caldwell and We Don’t Know What We’re Doing by Thomas Morris”