I haven’t been home for four years. Or at least the place I think of when someone says the word “home”. A Victorian terraced house that sits amidst an organised delta of roads leading down to the sea in Worthing. My parents don’t live there anymore; I have few friends in the town. Those childhood friends I am … Read More
Starlings have returned to the trees opposite our house. Like the sparrows that once nested in the eaves, chattering and scolding the dawn, I thought the starlings had gone forever. I remember back when we first bought the house my wife and I were out all one night. We went drinking at Charlie Wright’s on … Read More
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Alex Preston’s debut novel renders the turmoil of the credit crunch years in a clear, shatteringly personal way.
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