I found the paperback by accident — wedged spine-out between a gardening manual and a book on urban planning, its stickered price peeking like a small, mischievous flag. It was mis-shelved, the kind of discovery that makes a bookseller’s heart lurch: the cover art gave nothing away and the...
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I’m often asked which small-press imprints are worth subscribing to—whether...
Reading Guides
I still remember the first time an annotated edition made me see a book I...
Reading Guides
I love the peculiar thrill of finding a paperback in a charity shop that seems...
Interviews
When I first began comparing translations as part of my work at Storyscoutes...
I love the peculiar thrill of finding a paperback in a charity shop that seems to whisper, “take me.” It might be a spine cracked at the wrong place, a dog-eared cover, or simply an author’s name I only half-remember. What I really love is how...
When I first began comparing translations as part of my work at Storyscoutes Co, I assumed differences would be obvious: one translation more literal, the other more fluent. What surprised me was how often the most revealing distinctions lived in...
I once found a slim paperback wedged between gardening manuals and a stack of local history at a tiny bookshop on a rainy Wednesday. Its spine was creased in a very particular way that suggested someone had loved it and then left it. The cover was...
I have always loved the small, delicious friction that happens when two books—separated by time, geography or reputation—begin to argue with each other on the page. Pairing an overlooked novel with a contemporary reply is one of my favourite...
I first encountered a mid-century novel that had been quietly collecting dust on a secondhand shelf—its jacket browned at the edges, its spine a practiced bow from previous hands. The book was not unknown, merely neglected, sidestepped by later...
Interviewing a translator is one of the quiet pleasures of literary work: you pull back the curtain on decisions most readers never see, and you learn how meaning migrates between languages. Over the years I’ve interviewed translators for...
It begins, often, with a fragment: a single sheet of paper, a smudged date in the corner, a sentence that looks ordinary until you realise it reframes everything you thought the novel meant. I remember the first time I felt that jolt. I was alone in...
I love setting myself a small, intense reading mission: seven days, one region, a handful of midlist British novels that never quite hit the mass-market headlines but glow when you sit with them. Over the years I’ve built weeklong discovery routes...
I often find that the first barrier to reading translated poetry is not the language itself but a hesitation: will I be reading the poet, the translator, or both? Over the years I’ve learned that the best way into translated poetry is to lean into...
I often find the most thrilling reading discoveries not on bestseller lists but tucked into slim volumes, unusual covers and back-catalogues from independent publishers who keep faith with experiments, marginal voices and editorial risk-taking. If...