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“A bare monochrome terrain with two distant block houses” – Richard Makin, WORK (Chapter IV)

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As Iain Sinclair has observed, Makin’s “writing is that it is. This is prose you must learn to experience before you begin to interpret […] the pages in their beautiful and delirious abstraction are ordered poetry.” Richard Makin’s Work continues the “work” of Mourning by taking stock of “the minutiae of the view, the dissenting details,” … Continue reading →

Chapter Thirty-Five: WarZone 2008 (excerpt from MENTAL SHRAPNEL, by Phillip O’Neil)

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Equus Press is proud to announce the forthcoming publication of MENTAL SHRAPNEL, a novel by Phillip O’Neil. From the pre-publication blurb: “Chris Mahler was a top psychologist, but that was before the war in Bosnia. Something happened to him during that war – it left him too traumatised to remember. Jasmina was the love of … Continue reading →

“Please have your kidneys ready at the barrier” – Richard Makin, WORK (Chapter XXXII)

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As Iain Sinclair has observed, Makin’s “writing is that it is. This is prose you must learn to experience before you begin to interpret […] the pages in their beautiful and delirious abstraction are ordered poetry.” Richard Makin’s Work continues the “work” of Mourning by taking stock of “the minutiae of the view, the dissenting details,” … Continue reading →

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