Opening a Vein

After The Lost Child was published, a friend approached me in a slightly embarrassed way and said: ‘If it’s not a dumb question, how do you begin writing a novel?’ I assured her it was actually a very good dumb question and I probably said something sensible and...

Nicky and Me

Last night I dreamed of Nicky Reiwoldt. Apologies to Nicky’s wife but we were at some kind of singles weekend and, in the way of dreams, although we were both married, we were also single and available. Nicky was his young and luscious self and—don’t laugh—I was forty...

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