Special offer

The header says it all. Yep, that’s right – a real good deal here. Runs for just two weeks. Click here to get One Green Bottle free and pre-order Perfume Island at 99… Continue reading

Thank you, Dan

I didn’t quite realise when setting out that in terms of difficulty, promoting a book is like stopping strangers in the street and asking them to buy a photograph of your baby. Not… Continue reading

Cats of Kyoto

About a month ago, I drove to the Aix en Provence TGV station and there was Ingrid Jendrzejewski. Now, you might not know the name, and if you do, chances are that you… Continue reading

12 Augusts a year

Î’m usually in two minds about special days or months, like Don’t Drop Litter Day or Be Nice to Your Neighbour Day, because such behaviour should happen every day. But since it doesn’t, awareness days do… Continue reading

I have Eno Flight

Shall we talk about ‘otherness’ in Othello? No? How about ‘flux’ in The Wild Palms? Doesn’t appeal either? Oh, well. It’s true they’re hardly topics for a natter on the phone, nor even… Continue reading

Seeking Link Testers

As the release date for Perfume Island approaches – mid-September, most likely – I’m trying to get organised. Still a long way from marketing-savvy, but one thing that will happen is a two… Continue reading

In the beginning

In the beginning, Zucker said, ‘Let there be Facebook,’ and there was Facebook. Zucker saw that Facebook was good, and He separated profiles from pages and said, ‘Go figure, you schmucks.’ And verily… Continue reading

Merci, Mayotte Hebdo!

It was a fairly quiet week in Mayotte. No strikes, riots or barricades, no visiting French politicians promising to stop the flow of boat people from Comoros, not even a luxury cruise ship… Continue reading

Back the other way

There’s plenty worse: I could be in prison, in hospital, shipwrecked, a hostage, or trapped in a lift with Vladimir Putin. Instead, I’m on my way to Perfume Island, aka Mayotte. But still,… Continue reading

Off on a journey

From where I was, buried in the sand, I couldn’t hear much. Just a few muffled voices. ‘She’s stuck,’ said one, and another replied, ‘She’ll die if she stays out here.’ Someone else… Continue reading