My new book has just been published! I am so delighted to introduce Meet me in Gaza to the world: there is much celebrating to do – this has been a long hard beautiful journey to publication – but I will write again very soon. In the meantime, there have been some cracking reviews – from […]
In which silence speaks for herself
As a writer I travel for work, for pleasure, but most of all out of curiosity. I’ve just returned from my first trip to Morocco, a two-week holiday filled with sunshine, surprises, and moment of intense solitude. I was travelling alone, and after a few days in the tantalising souks of Marrakech, I left the […]
in which I ponder Marrakesh, Shenanigans and the pull of the Palmerie
Sometimes, I am such a bloody slacker. This blog has needed / demanded / screamed to be updated – so appologies to anyone who has returned, only to read about MTs funeral shenanigans again. Shenanigans, now there’s a good word that can be used to describe, for example, mischief, funereal eulogies – and many fun things in […]
In which I muse on Ironmongery, Central Africa and Guerrillas
There were always going to be eruptions of ire, anger and glee when Margaret Thatcher died. Last Monday I was in an Oxfam bookshop in a posh corner of London, buying a collection of short stories from a middle-age man in a luminous pink pullover, when he was suddenly distracted from the job in hand […]
