Drugs and misdemeanours: Will Self’s memoir Will
The metaphysics begin with the dust-jacket: a big black “Will”. Underneath, an almost invisibly white “Self”. They are divided by…
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The metaphysics begin with the dust-jacket: a big black “Will”. Underneath, an almost invisibly white “Self”. They are divided by…
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ByAlan Bennett's statement that the English excel at hypocrisy has upset the national press. But he's got literature on his…
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