Andrew Martin – In My Bottom Drawer
My interest in Venice dates from the mid-seventies, when I watched Don’t Look Now on late-night TV. My interest in…
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My interest in Venice dates from the mid-seventies, when I watched Don’t Look Now on late-night TV. My interest in…
My reading is profligate, promiscuous, a hopeless addiction that has grown chronic over the years. My reading is profligate, promiscuous,…
Literature festivals can be like jazz — it’s a known song, but each singer makes it sound so different. No…
With the exception of some very big names and some airport novels, there is simply no money in books. With…
I found myself creating narratives to go with the photographs. Who did those abandoned shoes belong to? I found myself…
Letters, notebooks and diaries testify to an ability to write with tolerable coherence without prior planning. Everything else has me…
Self-isolation has become so ingrained as to be virtually indistinguishable from addiction. You gravitate to the periphery, outside but looking…
Unfinished poems, beginnings of stories, ideas for plays, an abandoned novel, pieces for radio which never were aired, articles which…
A friend was so incensed at being sacked from a daily newspaper that she was inspired to write a bestseller.…
There were no clear routes for becoming a writer. Degrees in creative writing had not yet mushroomed at the universities;…
I was once drowsing through a press brunch at Claridge’s in my days as a consumer journalist, when the late…
‘Kill your darlings’ is high on my list of unhelpful comments about writing, almost as bad as Connolly’s dismissive ‘pram…