Tag: books

• The book of London

  There’s something strikingly reassuring about stepping into a bookshop. I suppose it’s the comfort of knowing you will be surrounded by one of your favourite things in the world – if there ever is a dog bar and bookshop – that’ll be my all-time treasured place. It might also be the feeling that, knowing there’s…

  Aug 6, 2025

• Three books earning shelf space

  It’s often said that in order to be a writer, one must make himself a reader. In essence, I think that’s a true statement – but in reality I feel I am a reader and a writer, sometimes they come as a bundle, but more often than not, I am one or the other. In…

  Jul 10, 2025

• The discipline of suffering

  There’s something about a writing deadline that gives you sudden, sharp focus. I think it’s the knowledge that you have a limited number of days, hours, and minutes to make the words as perfect as they can be. These deadlines come in all shapes and sizes. It might be your editor waiting for the text;…

  Jun 30, 2025

• Here came the sun

  The sun has been relentless and unforgiving this June across Europe. Living in Madrid, I haven’t escaped its punishment — nor have my dogs, who now get their playing time early in the morning and very late at night. In between, they live in an eternal siesta lull, broken only by a quick bathroom break…

  Jun 23, 2025