A child in trouble

Oddballs of Las Vegas

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a

MINNIE MACMILLAN sat at the kitchen table before her typewriter, pecking away at the keys. She was making a new copy of the short story she had been labouring on for the past week. Her method was to f

Novels, for me, have come from somewhere I wasn’t looking. In my twenties I was carrying an idea about a woman wandering around Ireland on a quest she didn’t understand and I sat in the Reading Room o

He was a loving father, but w hat was he hiding?

L If they’re ever looking to recruit spies, forget handsome, fit, blue-eyed Bonds. Forget gym-buffed Daniel, impossibly good-looking Tom and danger magnet Matt. Look instead for a middle-aged woman in