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Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at City St Georges, Uni of London. I curate the short story project apersonalanthology.com. Novels are Randall or The Painted Grape and The Large Door. Poetry is Spring Journal. https://linktr.ee/jonathangibbs
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🔥 Dostoevsky 🧵 full of writhing and self-flagellation. Get in!

A thing about loss. www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

W.G. Sebald‘s writing table now sits in my study. It was a gift from my neighbour Gordon Turner, a longtime friend and UEA colleague of “Max”. Gordon remembers stripping the pine top with Ute, Sebald’s wife, in the 1970s. The rather battered legs are still painted in a chipped black gloss.

Copying this from a post on twitter: We're into the last few days to respond to the UK government's consultation on AI & copyright. If you care about British creators, please respond 🙏 Draft responses here: docs.google.com/document/d/1...

We watched Wings of Desire. I did the ironing, had a lil snooze (Nick Cave woke me up) and a cup of tea. So much to admire, and even love, but the utterly creepy way the angels are presented benignly snuggling up to and basically stalking the poor unknowing mortals mean it can't get more than 3.5*.

My question for the AI bros is, the average person will be more productive than the most productive person in the world today, but they’ll be producing… what exactly? AI can *produce*, alright. It’s a producing machine. That’s what it does. But it produces dreck.

On vinyl this is a pleasant enough listen. Live, Personal Trainer are another prospect entirely. I’d encourage you to catch them on tour right now if they’re near you.

Brilliance from @privateeyenews.bsky.social !! @bas.ac.uk ❄️🥼🧪🌊

A nice surprise to be on this bestseller list a day after publication. Thanks to all who pre-ordered the book! www.hive.co.uk/books/bestse...

Ever since I first heard this gorgeous track from the Rachel's album Systems/Layers ('Last Things Last') it's been nagging away at me that it sounds like something else. Any suggestions gratefully received! youtu.be/2FGL9V1HE_4?...

And off it goes, Jayne Marshall’s Personal Anthology, rambling about the Moorish halls, following Camille’s departure as intently as a human being, fishing up a magazine from the floor and idly opening it, phone pressed to its dirty ear, playing the shy boy, trying to be something, anything else…

It's Thursday already and I haven't told you about tomorrow's Personal Anthology! It comes from Jayne Marshall, and it's a doozie. I was going to send it last week cos it's got love stories in it (and non-love stories) but I forgot. You get it tomorrow. You'll love it. Sign up 👇

Hate that the epigraph to Glamorama is now something other than a sly, squint-eyed piece of provocation.

Maki Namekawa played Philip Glass like a beast at Wigmore Hall this evening. One of those performances – actually Personal Trainer were the same – that puts a county mile between itself and its recorded version. Nothing mechanical, nothing inhuman, here. The mechanics were all superbly human.

A superb metaphor

Happy Birthday to Ghost Town, 5 years old today - a bumpy start just as the pandemic kicked in but it did ok! Thank you to everyone who read it, reviewed it, got in touch to talk about it. Above all, thanks to the mighty @littletollerbooks.bsky.social who made it happen. X

Did they ever figure out why broken glass tastes like blood

Always want the BAFTA to be called “BEST FILM NOT IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE FOR SOME REASON”.

It me. Talking about me. And my Sunday Times Audible Short Story Prize shortlisted story ‘A Prolonged Kiss’.

this letter in the LRB on Karl Polanyi is a useful quick explainer of the present moment—helpful framing for talking to relatives etc @londonreview.bsky.social

Nice to see my colleague Jessica Andrews’s excellent novel Saltwater lauded in Alex Niven’s The North Will Rise Again.

Personal Trainer live at The Grove in Newcastle were great great fun, so much so that I’m considering seeing them again in London. The only way I can think to describe them is: imagine LCD Soundsystem infused with the spirit of They Might Be Giants and, frankly, at times, The Muppets.

“Couleur est-il?” asked the French synaesthete, looking at the clock.

Wild at Heart at the Tyneside cinema. First rewatch, I think, since it came out, 35 years ago, by Christ. *Not* my favourite Lynch movie. boxd.it/8PPUGn

Wild at Heart at the Tyneside cinema. First rewatch, I think, since it came out, 35 years ago, by Christ. *Not* my favourite Lynch movie. boxd.it/8PPUGn

And off it goes, Clare Reddaway’s Personal Anthology, lying awake in the wagon-lit, drinking half a glass of white wine in the kitchen, cooking pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil, tapping its fingers to some unheard tune, taking phosphates or phosphites, raising its eyes to see the sea above...

There's still time to sign up to Clare Reddaway's somewhat love story-themed Personal Anthology - her pick of and introduction to a dozen favourite short stories. It hits inboxes after 3pm today. Sign up here to get it. RT if you get it already! apersonalanthology.substack.com/about

Instead of a Valentines card I just got my wife a loyalty card that she stamps for me every year.