Achiltibuie (un)revisited

Achiltibuie (un)revisited

Are a fire of blue, a pulse of power, a beat In energy, the sea dissolves,And I too melt, am timeless, a pulse of light. from ‘Achiltibuie’, Nan Shepherd The Sir Duncan Rice Library appears as an intrusion in the landscape, or at least as an intrusion on my imagining...
Reading Ferrante: a masterclass in storytelling

Reading Ferrante: a masterclass in storytelling

In early 2016 I went to Bali for a friend’s 40th birthday. I was to meet a group of friends from all over the world for a week of sun, sea, seafood and Bintang. I went over early, renting an Airbnb villa on the outskirts of Ubud for a few days – some...
Book review: Just Kids

Book review: Just Kids

Part elegy, part bildungsroman, Patti Smith’s Just Kids, winner of the National Book Award for Non-Fiction in 2010, recounts the formative years in the lives of Patti and Robert Mapplethorpe, lovers and friends, muses and makers. In 1966, while studying teaching at a...
Goodbye to all that: on Mad Men and Joan Didion

Goodbye to all that: on Mad Men and Joan Didion

I want to talk about Mad Men and its Didionesque gaze. The gaze has always been there, most obviously in the series’ sidelong glances at California, where the warm golden light and desert haze renders everything hyperreal. And critics have, at times, alluded to this,...