I Have A Healthy Appetite For Solitude.

Political Activists Of All Stripes Are Usually A Wacky Bunch, And Never More So Than In A System Like Britain's, Where Power Is Effected Via The Quiescence Of The Electorate As Much As Its Convictions.

The Future Continues To Preoccupy Me As A Reliable Source Of Hopes, Fears And Anxieties, But Increasingly The Present Seems To Have No Outstanding Qualities Of Its Own, Being Merely A Way-station Through Which Events Travel To The Vast Shadow Lands Of The Past.

Continuous Present Is All We Have, And Stream Of Consciousness - Which In A Novel Is Arguably Just As Artificial As The Stilted Dialogue That You Get In Most Conventional Novels. They're All Stratagems To Try To Get Closer To The Texture Of Lived Life.

In Our Benighted Age, When Films About Amusement Park Rides And Electronic Fidgets Scoop The Honours, Perhaps Hollywood Redux Is The Best We Can Hope For.

I Think I Now Understand Why It Is That The Young Are So Very Nostalgic. They Have So Little By Way Of Personal History That They Polish It Up And Make It Shine Like A Treasured Heirloom.