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Supporting the Arts
I’ve never been over-fond of bailiffs, or burly men with clipped moustaches generally, so I applied to a fund for struggling writers. Some weeks later the phone rang. ‘I shall be travelling up from...
View ArticleMusings and Trossachs
The doctor peered at me over a pair of steel-rimmed spectacles which sat in a case on his desk. ‘You need a break,’ he slurred. ‘Like all great artists, you’re in danger of becoming a figment of your...
View ArticleFathers and Genius
A trinity of ordinary Glasgow folk rise off the ground and into the clouds one dull spring day. This extraordinary event infuses Chris Dolan’s first novel, Ascension Day, with a sense of how the...
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