from Miles and Mabel, a novella ___ Tate Britain was crowded. Mabel and I weren’t the only citizens that had come out to look at an artwork the artist described as possessing the qualities of nothing. “It’s more powerful than I was expecting,” I said. The room was shady, as though […]
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Landfall, Autumn, 2006; The Roads Ahead (Tindal Street Press, Birmingham) 2009 ____ “Is she blonde?” “No.” “What colour’s her hair?” “Black.” “Oh well, she might like to dye her hair later.” Hugh smiled. “Does she speak English?” “As far as we are aware she doesn’t speak at all.” “Oh.” Hugh […]