Mr Magenta by Christopher Bowden – a review
Who is, or was Mr Magenta? A bookish mystery set in South London.
A Veritable Bewilderment of Delights
I’ve always quite liked the style of old handbills: the erratic punctuation, jumbled type sizes and overuse of exclamation marks especially. If I produced a handbill for this blog, it would look something like this…
A dream of a bookshop: Topping & Company Booksellers, Ely
The Topping and Company bookshop in Ely is so good it’s almost laughable. This is the kind of shop that you don’t expect to find in real life; only, perhaps, in a lost Penelope Lively children’s book, or there to be sneered at for its too-good-to-be-true perfection in a Richard Curtis film.
Behind Bristol’s Closed Doors
A new way to go behind the scenes of some of Bristol’s most historic buildings.
I owe my life to a second-hand bookshop
Once upon a time a young woman opened a bookshop…
Why I love Twitter (a bit, despite the bile)
Nov 2022 Update. Now there’s a title I wouldn’t use anymore. But for me, most of the following still stands, ego maniac, conspiracy spouting billionaires not withstanding. One obvious caveat, I’m white, male and not at all famous, so attract bile and personal attacks rarely. So, I know my experience on the ‘hellsite’ will be different…
An ill-fated encounter between a pompous git* and a pram.
Why is it that a certain kind of person in this country finds it so hard to accept that children exist? It’s not as if they are a rarity. If you have or know children, you’ve probably encountered the type. They’re often male, but not exclusively, usually fairly well-off and long past their own youth.…
Richly Evocative 