Showing posts with label Kazuo Ishiguro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kazuo Ishiguro. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 January 2026

Reading in the gaps: Why we return to books that broke us

Why We Revisit the Books That Broke Us
There are books we finish and put down, and for a while, we are unable to speak. These are books that pull the air from our lungs. That leave us raw, like skin rubbed thin. And yet, somehow, we return to them.

Not immediately, of course. Often, we need time. Months. Years. Distance to recover from the ache they left behind. But they are on our minds, and the pull is there. Like gravity drawing us back to earth.

Monday, 8 December 2025

The death of genre? Why writers are dismantling old labels

Blurring the Lines: How Writers Are Dismantling Genre Boundaries
It used to be so simple. You wrote a crime novel, or a romance, or a dystopia. Bookshop shelves were helpful about such things: spine out, genre in. Literary fiction sat in its elegant corner, cool, aloof, unbothered by the commercial hustle elsewhere. Genre fiction was the grafter, busy, popular, and a little bit suspect.

But something is shifting. Writers are slipping past those borders, and readers are following them. In fact, they’re relishing the trespass. Literary novels are embracing dragons and time travel. Crime writers are reaching for unreliable narrators and experimental prose. Romance authors are crafting love stories that refuse tidy arcs. In 2025, the lines feel not so much blurred as beside the point.

Tuesday, 19 August 2025

Why we keep coming back to the same books over and over

A vintage copy of a novel resting open on a well-worn chair, hinting at a beloved story returned to again and again.
There are books I’ve read two or three times, and picked up more times. Not out of duty, but from a pull I can’t quite explain. 

They’re not always my favourites in the traditional sense. But they know something about me, or I know something about them. That's the power of rereading. 

Thursday, 20 February 2025

Six novels that demonstrate why “show, don’t tell” is worth getting right


When I wrote about “The art of showing, not telling” recently, I realised how many great examples of this technique exist in literature. Some authors take it to the next level, showing us emotions, relationships, and tension in ways that draw entirely us into the story without a single line of “telling.” 

I thought it might be useful to look at a few of these standout examples and the writers who have mastered the art of showing so well that their stories linger long after you’ve finished reading.