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Whalesong
Lucinda Hawksley’s quest to see every species of whale has an unexpected conclusion. Lucinda Hawksley is not the first writer…
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Susan Barker – Why I Write
I wrote more to occupy my time and because writing was an activity suited to my hyperactive imagination and love…
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Poets Of The Ghazal
Mimi Khalvati, Debjani Chatterjee and Basir Sultan Kazmi explore the ghazal. Julia Copus is joined by poets Debjani Chatterjee, Basir…
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Miranda Miller – How I Write
Writing fiction belongs more to the sleeping, than the waking world, so I try not to surrender myself to the…
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A Carnivorous Hotel
Researching a novel about a grisly hotel led Michelle Lovric to a grislier reality. The murderous hotel that Michelle Lovric…
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Rob Chapman – Life-changing Literature
As the years went by ‘Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush’ evolved into my own private Arcadia, so much…
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Caroline Moorehead, part 2
Caroline Moorehead speaks with Carole Angier about courage and the importance of silence. Caroline Moorehead speaks with Carole Angier about…
Mary Colson – Why I Write
I write because I don’t do fashion, or fortune, or fakery. I write because I don’t serve or service, or…
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No Pastiche
Novelist James Wilson tries to conjure history by giving it voice. istorical novelists always risk accusations of pastiche, and never…
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Pippa Little – Why I Write
Though I never told him so, I write because of my father; unusually for that time he was the parent…
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James McConnachie & Sanjida O’Connell
James McConnachie just dares us to snigger, and Sanjida O’Connell explains that writers can’t help it. James McConnachie just dares…
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Caitlin Davies – Letter To My Younger Self
Typing away with two fingers late at night with no idea of plan or structure, not noticing as characters came…