Simon Demetriou

By Simon Demetriou We are told early on in Bullwinkel’s terrific debut novel that it ‘was not as if women’s boxing was, or ever had, or ever would ...

As so often, I am late to the party on this one; The Empusium is my first Tokarczuk read. The party I anticipated was a big one: a novel by ...

There are times in life when what you really need is an expensive psychic to tell you ‘This is bigger than you and your silly heteronormative daydreams, Jane. This is ...

It seems a little uncharitable towards a book in which the professedly at-least-semi-autobiographical narrator uses writing, and is using this writing specifically, as a kind of coping mechanism for PTSD, ...

Everybody knows that Arthur is the once and future king of Britain. The premise of Lev Grossman’s latest sprawling fantasy is to explore what happens in the early part ...

The very short version of this review reads as follows: If you haven’t read High Fidelity, read that. If you like High Fidelity, read Good Material (after watching the ...

Dave Eggers has been a big name since the publication of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, which I saw around but never bothered to read since the title was ...

If you’re going to tell a story that even your narrator acknowledges is unoriginal, you’ve effectively got three methods of ensuring your story is better than other, similar ...

If Wikipedia is to be believed (and what kind of a world would we be living in if we couldn’t make our way with this one certainty to hand?), ...

I’ve never really been a fan of parades. A long stream of people and things marching past with seemingly the whole point being made up of waiting for the ...

Given the splash Joseph O’Neill made with Netherland and the 10 years that have elapsed since his last novel, there is a tendency in the critical media to want to ...

At the very end of Rufi Thorpe’s fourth novel, her narrator and eponymous protagonist declares, ‘…that’s all art is, in the end. One person trying to get another ...

There are books that leave a few lines imprinted upon you when you’re done. I’ve already annoyed the unfortunate souls that live with me by my constant repetition ...

Can a fast-paced slow-burn be a thing? If it can, then that would be helpful as it’s really the only way I can explain what reading Thomas Grattan’s ...

For eight hours a day (ish), I am a teacher, and so I find myself implicated in an ongoing struggle for direction. It is assumed, and schools and parents do ...

Some recent trends: novels about corporate corruption; novels about sham tech start-ups; cosy mystery novels. For her second novel, Emma Rosenblum has decided to jump on all three of these ...

There’s something exceptionally satisfying about a writer getting a simile right. When you read, you know that every piece of phrasing is a precise judgement, but there’s something ...

If a historical murder mystery set in Sicily and featuring badass women across multiple generations doing it for themselves in spite of convention and circumstance sounds good to you, then ...

If you’ve ever sat down with the Hallmark Channel on in the background (whether because this is the case, or because you’d rather not confess to ever having ...

Towards the end of The Cemetery of Untold Stories, Filomena, the great-souled and semi-tragic cemetery-keeper, says that ‘All stories are good stories if you find the right listener’. That an ...

If you’re a corporation that wants to convince your customers that you’re a company on the up, and that the absence of workers on the shop floor is ...

‘…if you don’t have… the right skin colour and you don’t have the right geographic background, you’re fucked.’ Reading this, most would assume that ‘right’ would equate ...

I’m tempted to start this review with a reference to Charles Lamb’s exhortation to retain our childishness always, so that we never lose the capacity to respond to ...

When I reviewed Aug Stone’s novel The Ballad of Buttery Cake Ass, I found myself returning to, not to say butting against, the coolness of the book that didn’...