A Wet Week! Not outside. Outside was warm, some days hot, London sitting under sifting air redolent with fried viruses, some still kicking and looking for a home. A nice cosy home within which to breed. Idiots! If they get…
Apologies for the blog gap. Afloat still in the Pandemics, wind-buffeted, I thought I’d send you an update. Be nice! Email me an update about you. There’s more of you than there are of me. Hello dear friends. Hey guess…
Part Two of Cannibals and Christians…. I am a gambler, a victim of blackmail and protection rackets, and so are you. Have been for years! Blackmail, protection rackets and gambling, addicted I am. By law. And so are you. First,…
Norman Mailer is dead. This is not his fault – probably. He has been dead since 2007, apparently. In his time he was a terrific novelist, a great essayist, and frequently a crashing bore. Reminds me of me. Except for…
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Another mass shooting! Like you, I went through all the stages of bereavement – from horror, pain and sadness right through to anger. Then the search for someone to blame. And another bruising Twitter battle with gun-supporting Americans, some of…
An Agent I met at a writers’ workshop this weekend sighed, picked her pert nose and said, “publishers just don’t take risks any more!”. The main reason being, of course, digital publishing. Kindle, Mobo, Ibooks etc. Even though a recent…
Extract from a novel in progress by JON ELKON Alfredo Capodimonte came from a family considered amongst the aristocrats of the opera in Italy. As producers directors and managers at the Scala in Milan, at Rome and Verona they had been…
Sally’s Road – the paperback – is mere weeks away. So here for you, beloved friends, is a sample to whet your appetite. Hopefully! It is a tale of cancer and the defeat (?) of cancer. From the stifling suburbia…
I have no potatoes. I have tomatoes lumbagos tornados and excuses instead. My new novel, the Ragazzo (working title until I Google it and find some illiterate bastard has stolen it years ago) is happening, a few sentences at a…