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Will Self’s Dorian

There’s a moment in Andrew McGahan’s Last Drinks where the most chronic of the alcoholics confesses to his shame regarding his wish to be cured of his disease. Initially there’s some confusion about this, it appears momentarily that he’s ashamed … Continue reading

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1988

1988 is a quiet novel. It does not shout, it doesn’t dance. It isn’t flash or big-noting. It is laconic and understated. It is full of the silent work of uneventful days. It is the antithesis of “look at moi, … Continue reading

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