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Questions, Answers, Fools and Kings

In 1954, author Caradog Prichard's mother died in Denbigh ‘seilam’, having spent thirty years inside.

'It's raining fish, Halleluja!' and other magic

This Malcom Pryce-alike mash-up of detective story with magic and mayhem is a winning combo.

The Quick, the Dead and the Daschund

Biographers, dealing as they are with lives passing (or gone), wrestle more than other writers with those inevitables:...

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DIARMUID JOHNSON

Extracts from the Diaries of Dyfrig Prydderch, 1936

September 26, 1936
Morning broke with its habitual rich cacophony: clank of car on the road; ring of water in the tin bucket. Loud voices, cock-crow, barking dogs joining the chorus.

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Hay Festival Event 2012

Political mythology with Horatio Clare and Fflur Dafydd
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Now town teems with men with impossibly black wigs and muttonchops. They are entrants in the festival’s karaokes and competitions. And I ask, who are these people? Why have they come? The clearest answer is they hail from south Wales, especially the valleys, and the English Midlands. What they’re creating is a magnificent working class eisteddfod. And whoever they are, they certainly understand the protocols of alcohol.

11/05/2012

Wales Book of the Year Shortlist 2012

The Book of the Year shortlist ceremony in Brecon last night was really well attended and organised

30/04/2012

Hay; summer author interviews and books; autumn preview

Hay; summer author interviews and books; autumn preview

23/04/2012

Konstantin by Tom Bullough, Lunar travel, Four dimensions

Faith in science and imperialist mission is at the heart of Tom Bullough’s new novel, Konstantin.

Spring trio

An excellent first offering, giving a thought provoking series of wry, often wistful fresh angles on the fragility of relationships. Readers will want more, anticipating the emergence of a strong, telling voice in fiction from Wales. ...more>>>

I asked everyone what I should say in this piece. My mother told me I shouldn’t write about myself at all, but the time, the place, the culture. It sounded like a good plan for avoiding vanity but I can’t pretend it doesn’t rankle. These things, they’re my material: the time, the place, the culture, and my experiences of them, which I couldn’t extricate anyway. So memoir... not a little like masturbation. Here goes another kid. ...more>>>

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