Miss Congeniality: South African fiction

Authors’ incomes collapse to ‘abject’ levels. That’s what the headline on The Guardian said, and I was frantic to know more. Which authors? Was it me? Were my annual royalty cheques of R250 about to plunge to R50? Less? Usually I read like a millenial, which is to say I base my world view onContinue reading “Miss Congeniality: South African fiction”

Infinite Grey

Serial book-doer E.L. James has done it again. Grey has hit the shelves with a squelchy thud, and this time the world of not-BDSM, where non-people do not-plot things to and with each other, is told from Christian Grey’s perspective. Cleverly, the book is called Grey, because it’s about Christian Grey but it’s also fromContinue reading “Infinite Grey”

Losing my voice

For a few hours my voice was gone. The night had been cold, the conversation boisterous and shouty, and when I got home the only sound I could make was that of a bagpipe being stood on by an asthmatic warthog. It came back soon enough but it made me think about voice, the uniqueContinue reading “Losing my voice”