FLIRTING AT HAY You can hear the full audio version of my gig at Hay on the Festival site: http://www.hayfestival.com/p-5822-chris-keil-and-julian-preece.aspx But skip the first 34 minutes!
August 21st 2016View Post
It was sunset, and windy; the house was on the top of a hill. They were lighting fires and heaping rubbish into piles, throwing furniture out of the front door. They were intoxicated with leaving.
From: The Ghostwriter’s Notebook Copyright © Chris Keil 2015 “Disgusting old man, that porrnographer. I met him Stephen you know, in Petersburg in 2005; he dribbles. I think he pisses pants also.” Fabienne was pouring herself a drink, her back to the room. “You’re so rude, darling,” she said. She turned to look at me. “He can’t help it, I …
The Ghostwriter’s Notebook
Good morning! and goodnight!
I’m borrowing an apartment in Lisbon, fabulously glamorous city in a wonderfully frayed and tattered, ever-so-slightly seedy sort of a way, perfect belle époque, faded, a little down-at-heel, a courtesan of a certain age, irresistible! And I’m getting some writing done; for some reason my imagination is being fed raw meat here, even though I’m writing about London and …
A Garden of Forking Paths in Porto, a Borges afternoon
Lisbon in July, the most beautiful city in the world!
I shall be reading from “Flirting at the Funeral” at the Manchester Book Market on Sunday, June 7th. Not to be missed!
Empty, neglected and falling into dereliction, surrounded and ignored by orgies of congratulatory self-promotion, this is Fern Hill in centenary April.
My rock star publisher Mark Brady of Cillian Press, full tilt at the Millennium Centre. Go Mark!
A mummified apparition in a wheel-chair. A mammoth in the permafrost.The oligarch lives round the corner from the Blairs, where restless groups of armed police – Diplomatic Protection Group – stamp their feet outside little designer boutiques with a single silk dress in the window. He is hiring: a ghostwriter, a dialogue coach, a personal shopper; and the limousines wait in …