‘I so much wanted to be a great writer, Philip – an artist, a genius. It’s what geniuses do. Wagner, Picasso, Dickens, had affairs, treated their wives, their children like ¤¤¤¤. They had the right. I wanted to be like them, rise above the right and wrong. Only the art mattered. But the thing is,Continue reading “Deadline by Rob Shearman (2003)”