I find myself increasingly wanting eventually to write something that includes India. What I consider a major hurdle, however, is I have never been there.
I stumbled on this by British author and historian Leanda de Lisle on Twitter yesterday:
Some local English lore for a Friday. A road name. I’d thought a prominent family named “Coward” might have once lived on, or their farm perhaps bordered, what is now the nearby Codicote street of that name:
After an hour or so working in the office yesterday morning, I looked at the PC clock and thought, “Right, I’ll stop for a bit, go downstairs and have a quick shower…”
She was the first (after my wife) to see the rough draft of Passports. I had written it in secret – and, it seemed, usually at “4 o’clock in the mornings” – during 2012-2013…
Another weekend is upon us. The wider world out there is, as always, full of happenings none of us probably
In the last few days I’ve seen a currently mega-popular male writer pop up in my Instagram feed repeatedly praised
Amidst calls recently in the context of the Confederate statues debate to stop publicly screening Gone With The Wind, and