So I’m back in Mayotte. Arrived a few days ago actually, but whereas I thought I’d be getting back to routine after the summer, things have in fact been hectic. At the end of the…
About a month ago, I drove to the Aix en Provence TGV station and there was Ingrid Jendrzejewski. Now, you might not know the name, and if you do, chances are that you can’t pronounce…
The header says it all. Yep, that’s right – a real good deal here. Runs for just two weeks. Click here to get One Green Bottle free and pre-order Perfume Island at 99 cents.
Shall we talk about ‘otherness’ in Othello? No? How about ‘flux’ in The Wild Palms? Doesn’t appeal either? Oh, well. It’s true they’re hardly topics for a natter on the phone, nor even a dinner…
In the beginning, Zucker said, ‘Let there be Facebook,’ and there was Facebook. Zucker saw that Facebook was good, and He separated profiles from pages and said, ‘Go figure, you schmucks.’ And verily Curtis tried…
It was a fairly quiet week in Mayotte. No strikes, riots or barricades, no visiting French politicians promising to stop the flow of boat people from Comoros, not even a luxury cruise ship in the…
There’s plenty worse: I could be in prison, in hospital, shipwrecked, a hostage, or trapped in a lift with Vladimir Putin. Instead, I’m on my way to Perfume Island, aka Mayotte. But still, it’s an…
From where I was, buried in the sand, I couldn’t hear much. Just a few muffled voices. ‘She’s stuck,’ said one, and another replied, ‘She’ll die if she stays out here.’ Someone else said she…
On behalf of my client, Mme Carole Borde, I hereby inform you that she has lodged a complaint against you for the usurpation of the title of psychotherapist. ‘Does it mean I’ll go to jail?’…
You may find a curious anomaly in this string of words pursuant to my introduction. Gallic? Truly it is, but that is not my point, which is plainly a particularity most odd. Do you spot it?…