The Snow Child

Ivey’s The Snow Child is like a steaming mug of hot chocolate; if I was offered it in the spring or the summer I would find its sweetness overwhelming and unpleasant. But it’s a perfect read for the fag end of winter, a bittersweet comfort read as the cold eats into our bones and we wait for the dark to recede.

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Old Ideas

So, I was going to write about Labour’s poll woes when I got home, but then I discovered that the Guardian have thoughtfully streamed Leonard Cohen’s new album, Old Ideas, online, so I thought I’d write about that instead. Regular reader(s), don’t fret, I’ll write something uncomradely about Red Ed next time. Anyway, onto Old Ideas…

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