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Starling City: March 2012
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 26 March 2012. Many of the societies at Southdown put weekly or monthly bulletins on the noticeboards, and they weren't all political. But SUCSOC seemed to come from a different dimension. Who were these people who spent their university days cultivating cacti and succulents? One was called Tim and another Julian. Every bulletin ended with the words: If you'd like to know more about SUCSOC, please see Tim or Julian. Little known uses of opuntia. And then the report the next ...
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Starling City: February 2012
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 27 February 2012. Since Christmas everyone had been afraid. Sunday, 19 February 2012. Novel: The Mirror Stage. I was not well equipped to do a PhD, being incapable of reading a book from beginning to end. I had a pile of books on the dressing table in front of my huge mirror: The Worst Journey in the World. Home of the Blizzard. In the Land of the White Death. I hadn't read any of them, not even The Worst Journey. And teeth, chattering. That's what those guys would have said...
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Starling City: May 2012
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 7 May 2012. Novel: No Such Thing as Snow. I thought I was ignorant,' Rob said, 'but you take the biscuit. And you're supposed to be doing a PhD. Personally I'd kill to do one of those.' He picked up the copy of The Maximus Poems. From the seat beside him and leafed through it again. 'It all comes down to language, doesn't it? Well, of course,' I said, 'I know that. Is the right word, I suppose. Not that something. I thought it was fifty words for snow.'. Count, come to that?
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Starling City: Novel: Hiccup
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 16 April 2012. Rob said, adjusting his body on the chair to work his fingers into the pocket of his jeans and draw out the squashed packets of Rizlas and Golden Virginia in preparation for the finciky process of making one of his roll-ups. '(I have to be Imogen for the moment, seeing as she's not here. Want one of these? You really have to smoke, Daniel, if you want to be a proper student.) Three. That's very restrained of you.'. Were the relationships satisfying? I was thin...
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Starling City: Novel: Non-Sequiturs
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 30 April 2012. Afternoons, according to Rob, were not much good for anything. Just when lunchtime had worked up a head of steam and seemed to be well on the way to evening, it suddenly stopped, leaving you with this continuation of daylight which was, frankly, unnecessary. 'I mean, why is there so much daylight? You can see perfectly well at night. Daylight just seems exaggerated, a bit literal-minded, if you know what I mean, Daniel.'. Oh, so you're extra happy now, are you?
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Starling City: June 2012
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A Novel in Blog Form. Thursday, 28 June 2012. Bless you,' someone said for the seventh or eighth time that evening. Have you got a cold? She said,and there was something in her voice that made it sound like an accusation. It's your rabbit.'. My birthday present,' she said. 'Her name's Rosa. Unless she's a boy, in which case her name's Leon. They. I've got nothing against them. They just make me sneeze. Or this one does, anyway. It must be an allergy.'. You're not sneezing now.'. Sunday, 24 June 2012.
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Starling City: Notes: Dream Books
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 4 June 2012. Working on a critical book. Maybe I'll write some poetry, too. The less time I have to write, the more I fantasize about writing. And it tends to be dream books, rather than projects that are actually under way. In the last few days, I have dreamed up two novels, a collection of poems and a collection of linked short stories. Maybe one or more of them will actually be written some day. Most of the books I have. My name is Sir John Mandeville. 9 June 2012 at 19:46.
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Starling City: Novel: Baby Marxist.
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A Novel in Blog Form. Thursday, 28 June 2012. Bless you,' someone said for the seventh or eighth time that evening. Have you got a cold? She said,and there was something in her voice that made it sound like an accusation. It's your rabbit.'. My birthday present,' she said. 'Her name's Rosa. Unless she's a boy, in which case her name's Leon. They. I've got nothing against them. They just make me sneeze. Or this one does, anyway. It must be an allergy.'. You're not sneezing now.'. Starlings Over West Pier.
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Starling City: Novel: No Such Thing as Snow
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A Novel in Blog Form. Monday, 7 May 2012. Novel: No Such Thing as Snow. I thought I was ignorant,' Rob said, 'but you take the biscuit. And you're supposed to be doing a PhD. Personally I'd kill to do one of those.' He picked up the copy of The Maximus Poems. From the seat beside him and leafed through it again. 'It all comes down to language, doesn't it? Well, of course,' I said, 'I know that. Is the right word, I suppose. Not that something. I thought it was fifty words for snow.'. Count, come to that?
