The Scream

Beyond The Scream of Edvard Munch, into Reflections on Identity

The other day I was reading through the typescript of the novel I wrote about my university life, finished a few years after I graduated: it was called “A Degree Without Honour“. I had some astonishing shafts of self-knowledge from it… things I was entirely unconscious of whilst writing it. I was trying to seeContinue reading “Beyond The Scream of Edvard Munch, into Reflections on Identity”