I’m reading Graham Greene’s Brighton Rock for the first time – it’s actually the first time I’ve read any Greene, and I’m really loving it. Greene is a descendant of a tradition arguably invented by Charles Baudelaire, which I call the poetics of seediness. It’s an attempt to find a poetry in the seedy materialism Read more…

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I’m in Faro tonight, on the south coast of Portugal, staying the night in a hotel on the harbour, after a great wedding of my friend Mike and his bride Anna. It was in a town called Serpa, about two hours north from the coast, where Anna grew up. It’s a fairly small town, only Read more…

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