Maybe, if we cry at books, we cry because we just don’t know what else to do.
Cocker is an unlikely radical in some ways, but at bottom the book he’s written – however measured, equable and intelligent – is a call for revolution.
The weight of the prevailing aesthetic – today favouring the brooding and sublime, the sensitive, the straight-faced – is as heavy as ever.
“Brainwashing” is, above all, a process. It’s not about telling people stuff that’s not true until they simply start to believe it. It twists control dials at a far deeper level than that.
The framing of this debut collection by Dublin-born Hayden is insistently absurdist.
For David George Haskell, the forest never really ends.
The moors are a tinderbox, parched and crisped by weeks of dry summer heat.
Railways, like Romans, prefer to take the direct route. Tom Jeffreys, trekking on foot from London to Birmingham along the putative course of the HS2 high-speed line, is more of a rambler.
There’s more to the lives of wild things than survival and death.