Welcome to The Vagus Nerve Reset.
The first thing I do when I arrive on the island is change my name.
In the next town over, a man had killed his family.
Will you go alone?
It’s All Hallows’ Eve in London, and the street that stretches before her is empty, quiet except for the soft thud of her boots on the sidewalk and the rustle of autumn leaves plucked by the wind.
There was a moment in 1940, the bleakest year of the Second World War with the Wehrmacht carrying all before it, when Winston Churchill made the French government a curious offer.
I sit with my back to the wall, my pillows flat.
Rising at 5 am, I checked my email as I usually did, and saw this newly arrived item in my inbox:
Macbeth was the reason I went into the theatre.
Summer 2019 - Reasons Why It’s Good I’m Not With Jen
While procrastinating from a quite important deadline, I often find myself doing what I always do when something really, really needs to get done...
In the winter of 2012, against my better judgement and for reasons that were not entirely to do with writing—much as I said they were—and which even now are not clear to me, I visited the site of Ohama Camp, Japan, where my father had once been interned.
Gin has a long and sometimes rather murky past.
I once went to kill a man.
I fled to that country because I would have gone anywhere, done anything, for one last taste of green sharp enough to pierce the caul of my life.
‘Why have you got two birth certificates? Are you adopted?’
'What if I never love myself?'
The most popular books were from this series called Commando Crocodile, and no matter how many copies she bought, Ms. Masie couldn't keep them on the shelves.