Jon McGregor's If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things: Glints of Gold.In September I travelled to the cathedral city of Wells to speak at the Bishop’s Palace during the http://www.wellsfestivalofliterature.... Wells Festival of Literature. I was bursting with pride to be asked to do so. I had been...
Finding out, as a young man, by accident, from an Alzheimer's-ridden aunt in a moment of deadly lucidity, that you were actually adopted and that your real mother was an unmarried Irish teenager, might be enough of an event to upset you somewhat, and perhaps compel you to give the cold shoulder t...
What do we do now. We go with them and we stay with Robert and when someone fetches the doctor’s report we follow to see where they go. And we come to an empty room. Push our way in and sit at the back. What is this place. Long and narrow. Rows of soft blue chairs. A raised platform at the othe...
She pulled her chair closer, the metal legs scraping across the floor. She’d been here barely ten minutes, and already she wanted to leave. She should be praying now, she supposed. But she didn’t know what she would be praying for, if she were to pray honestly; whether she...