Turns out, that ‘jangle’ I can hear is the sound of screeching tyres as they start to straighten and pick up traction post turning that metaphorical corner.
Six months to the day after we moved to Liverpool and my first review for the brilliant Bido Lito! was published. It was a fitting flourish to celebrate our happy milestone.
Learning more about the eating disorders Scarlett Thomas raised in her novel, I was struck by ‘orthorexia’ and how the echoes of this fear-focused disorder reverberated around recent approaches to food and diet.
Having switched up my new year reading list order, I took up Scarlett Thomas’s Oligarchy. Unfortunately, the thin book revealed a thin plot and the real issue at the heart of it all was harpooned and left to waste away.
I am feeling angry and aggrieved in a way that I haven’t for a long time. In the history of our civilised evolution there have been leaps forward and stumbles back, and our current time feels like a whip-lash inducing move into reverse.
Celebrating Chinese New Year in my new city got me to thinking. When you’re in a rut and trying to find your sense of self it’s important to remember: expectations kill, curiosity creates.
Food has become more than mere sustenance for me. As I dip my toe in the culinary delights that Liverpool has to offer, I am encouraged to swim deeper into the currents of home-cooked recipes and to see if I can replicate such wonders at home.
Thanks to a bumper Christmas crop and a handy half-price sale, I know exactly how my 2020 reading list is going to kick off. And I’m extremely excited about each and every one.
It’s New Year’s Eve 2019. I’m revving up the resolutions engine and letting 2020 be led by the heart. And in the process hoping I know what all that really means.
Understanding art as a way to accurately communicate something that would otherwise remain locked in your mind. The filter is what colours experiences as your own, not what stops you communicating it to others.