It’s nice to be appreciated. Thanks New Writing South for the recognition. Thanks also to all Wolfiewolfgang.com readers – we go from strength to strength and you are coming to this page from all over the world. Long live to…
I’ve been looking at some of my answers published on-line yesterday, pleased to remember those foothill years as a novelist when I was planning my first novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love. Sometimes, I’m amazed that I ever got it…
Islay, Scotland I haven’t joined in the debate about Scottish Independence until now because I just couldn’t make up my mind about next week’s referendum. I suppose it needn’t concern me as I don’t have a vote. It does…
I was thrilled this week to read a truly encouraging review in the popular Huffington Post for my novel Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love from Dr Michael Petry, the director of London’s Museum of Contemporary Arts. It was equally…
The NATO leaders are meeting here in the UK – well Wales actually but let’s not go on too much about nation states. Britain is in the middle of an important and historical debate about whether Scotland should leave the…
What’s that noise? What noise? A solitary seagull? The postman ringing just once? The slight rustling of leaves? All of those things but something else too. The sound of silence! Yes, folks, here in the UK, the kids have gone…
Just when I’d begun to think that summer had deserted these shores, the weather turned the heat up again. I live in the small town of Lewes, UK and, after a couple of disappointingly cool weeks with a lot…
I have been obsessing on the artist and poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882) as I reported in yesterday’s blog. Sorry about this but Rossetti’s poem The Blessed Damozel (1850), new to me until this week, has continued to…
The Blessed Damozel (1875 – 1878) by Dante Gabriel Rossetti I have written before on this site about my enthusiasm for the so-called Pre-Raphaelite artists, my favourites being Edward Burne-Jones (1833 – 1898) and Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882) but…
I like to see myself as one of those much sneered at people, a white, middle class and rather liberal male and I’ve mostly been proud of living in my native home here in the United Kingdom. I often…