George Szirtes has commented at PooterGeek a couple of times, not always to agree with me. I was going to write an enthusiastic review of his collection An English Apocalypse here, but I’ve lost the copy of it I got from Amazon only a fortnight ago.
Just order a copy. What I’d read of it was excellent. I’ll write about it in more detail here when I find it again and can quote from it.
Since I am a regular reader, and since I don’t have email for you, Damian I respond here in the full glare of Pooterlight. I am delighted you liked An English Apocalypse. Send me an address and I’ll replace the old one. This is an exlusive and unique offer, as I stress should anyone else read this, for if all of my nine readers send at once telling me they have lost their treasured copies, I shall be bankrupt and end on the streets, and it will all have been your fault, Pooterites.
ps put a ‘c’ between that ‘x’ and that ‘l’ in ‘exclusive’. It reads better that way.
That is very kind of you, George, but I am going to do my damnedest to find the thing before I take you up on your offer. Watch this space.
Thank you for reminding me, Damian. I bought another George Szirtes collection this morning as a result of your message.
Blimey O’Riley. Would any more prize-winning writers reading this ‘Blog like to make themselves known? Is Ian McEwan out there perhaps? Carol Ann Duffy? Or are you really my dad having a bit of a literary joke at my expense?
Check with Norm, he’ll tell you it’s no lie.
I’m a writer and I’ve won awards. It’s just that none of them are literary ones.