“It’s a kind of reincarnation without death: all these different lives we get to live in this one body, as ourselves.”
“When I try to imagine the addresses of the houses and apartments I lived in before my grandparents kidnapped me, I can’t remember anything.”
“How rich and diverse, how complex and non-linear the history of all women is.”
“All that matters is that you are making something you love, to the best of your ability, here and now.”
‘As Barry follows John’s strange journey, the boundaries between fact and fiction, author and subject, past and present morph. Dark, trippy and comic, Beatlebone is a heady exploration of creativity and identity’
Francesca Wade
The Telegraph
‘If the novel loses innovation it’s f****d’: Beatlebone wins the 2015 Goldsmiths Prize.
Goldsmiths Prize
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‘Al Aswany is above all a superb storyteller and creator of characters: 50 pages in, there is no turning back … A remarkable and devastating portrait of a deeply unhappy society, in the guise of a novel that is at once funny, perceptive and affectionate’
Caroline Moorehead
The Spectator
The full text of the sermon by Jeremiah Wright – ‘The Audacity to Hope’ – from which Obama took the title of his book.
Jeremiah Wright
The Atlantic
“Today it’s widely regarded as a classic of American literature. But Fante’s masterpiece has not always enjoyed such prominence. In fact, its journey to its current status has been long and highly unusual…”
Rob Woodard
Guardian
How To Think Like Sherlock Holmes - Mastermind - Maria Konnikova. From Practical Psychology
‘It is exhilarating to witness this method operating in non-fiction too. Stitching and collaging odd fragments and genres together, Laing goes beyond reparation to offer something beautifully integrated, original, compassionate. She does not pose as a professional expert; her very subjectivity, her own suffering, confer her authority because they are so enmeshed with her powerful intelligence’
Michele Roberts
The Independent
“How art helped me see the beauty in loneliness…” An edited extract of The Lonely City
Olivia Laing
The Guardian