Finally, after months and years of waiting, the public have got what they have been crying out for (in well-mannered, almost whispered tones): a look at exiting-President Barack Obama’s 5-strong summer reading list. (He’s even had time to put together a chart-topping Spotify Playlist – he’s really doing no work at all anymore is he?) Continue reading If Obama can, so can we
I know exactly how many years it took to write Redlegs. It was conceived a little after my daughter was, and it was published when she was 21.
I mean, I wasn’t sitting all day every day tussling with it. That would be about a paragraph a week. During that time, I wrote something like three stage plays, 70-odd hours of television (including Taggart, and documentaries like An Anarchist’s Story), about twice as many radio dramas and documentaries, a book of short stories (Poor Angels), and another novel (Ascension Day). As well as doing my bit bringing up Emma and her wee brother. Continue reading Who are the Redlegs?
A piece by The Pigeonhole Founder Jacob Cockcroft for the Bristol University TEDx Conference.
“Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery
A start up is essentially a distillation process inside an hourglass. Will you extract the essential product before time runs out?
The wonderful thing about starting a new enterprise is the limitless possibilities of your ideas, of what you can build, of what problems you can solve. Your universe is constrained by nothing more then your imagination. But this same potential, is also your biggest weakness. You cannot sit on the fence forever and nor can you be all things to all men, you must work out the one simple thing you can do, and do it beautifully. Continue reading “The Complexity of Simple Things”
The short story has had a long and topsy-turvy existence. Over in America, and especially on the east coast, publications such as The New Yorker and Esquire relentlessly peddled the finest in the mini-form for decades from before the Second World War. The New Yorker in particular became a (seriously esteemed) nursery slope on which promising novelists could fine-tune their prose. Truman Capote, Vladimir Nabokov, Dorothy Parker and John Updike were just a few of the celebrated names that went on to considerable fame following publications in the periodical.
If you’ve heard of but never actually stuck your nose into the episodic piece of comedy genius that is The Diary of a Nobody, then now is the time. We are serialising George and Weedon Grossmith’s comic classic, and in so doing harking back to its original format – it first appeared in instalments in Punch magazine. Forever cropping up on the-best-100-novel lists, The Diary of a Nobody will make you laugh, cringe and then laugh some more at the neurotic considerations of the inimitable Charles Pooter. Continue reading Read Somebody Else’s Diary
Reading, I think we can all agree, is a pretty good idea. It’s kind of a life-hack. For very little (and sometimes no) money, you can read all the thoughts of loads of clever and interesting people, give them a quick sprucing, and then regurgitate them as your own laundered gold. Hello money, friends, success and unending glory. But finding a suitably calm, relaxing, and non-hectic environment to do it in can have you tossing your book away and reaching instead for a KFC family bucket and the remote.
Right here, for free, purely out of the goodness of its small grey heart, the Pigeon is going to hit you with a break-down of where you should be slaying those chapters.