Talking about the Internet with Margaret Atwood, Titiou Lecoq, and Tao Lin by Adam Biles

The Salle Carlos Fuentes is Festival America’s bunker. A windowless, underground hall, it feels like a final bookish refuge from the zombie apocalypse (AKA smartphonageddon) overrunning the streets above. Festival-goers were asked to check their skull-caving implements at the door….

Barely a Note by Linda Fallon

We are a bookshop full of musicians (I am not one of them, barely a note in my head, but I love music) and we are always curious when musicians turn their writing skills from songs to books. David Byrne…

Judging the 2014 Man Booker Prize by Erica Wagner

I admit, there were times when I got confused. One hundred and fifty-four books? One hundred and fifty-six? Well, no matter: the round number is a lot. One of the things which distinguishes the Man Booker Prize from many other…

In a hotel room in New York we make old love new; in a hotel room in New York where the drapes are the colour of wet pavement and the sheet the colour of baked mud and the writing desk…