The return of the book

I arrive late back at the house. It is already dark. The usual reassuring things are there: unopened mail, the … More

Guest Post: How I put The Art of Falling together, by Kim Moore

How I put The Art of Falling together In May 2012 my first pamphlet If We Could Speak Like Wolves … More

Ordinary morning sounds from outside drift into the room where I am working. Birdsong. A car being parked. The noise … More

‘What are you waiting for?’ the book says. ‘I’m not ready,’ I say. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I’m not ready. … More

I am having a clear out. I am putting my notebooks, drafts and scraps of paper into a box file. … More

‘I love this time of year. Easter, the Masters. My birthday.’ ‘Does that mean we can expect the traditional order … More

The book is already seated at the desk when I enter my office. Papers and books are strewn over every surface. … More

The book is unwell. It sends its best wishes to all readers who have been asking after it. It may … More

‘I’m going away for a bit.’ ‘Can I come?’ says the book. ‘I was hoping to leave you at home,’ … More

‘Wake up!’ The book is shaking me by the shoulder. It is very dark, no sign of light at the … More

‘People are talking you know.’ It is mid-afternoon and I have crashed out for a nap. The book has come … More

I wrote a book with my coat I wrote with the coat of my childhood and I wrote with … More

‘Did you miss me?’ ‘It was only a couple of days.’ ‘Yes, but did you miss me?’ ‘Barely two days.’ … More

I am minding my own business, gazing out of the window, when the book appears. It looks as though it … More

‘I think we’re done,’ the book says. ‘Are you leaving?’ ‘I think so, yes.’ ‘So you’re going then?’ ‘Yes. I … More

‘Have you thought about acting?’ ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘Acting. You’re good enough. Bit of training and you’d be away.’ ‘What?’ ‘Or … More

I have given myself the afternoon off. I have sat for hours in good faith at my desk, all in … More

I am watching a particularly bleak episode of Wallander when the book pops its head round the door. It stands … More

I have not left the house in days. I can hear the book pacing around upstairs, but neither of us … More

I have made the book a peace offering. I snuck out while it was sleeping, found my way back to … More

It is my turn to go out for a walk. The book has slept late, and, not for the first … More