Comfort food

Your friend tells you her new diet tip. Miso soup for lunch. “You know where I got that?” She says, “Peaches Geldof.” “Isn’t she the one that’s dead?” “Yeah, but she was really skinny.” You hold the hand of a friend who makes herself sick, and another who eats only rice and lentils for a… Continue reading Comfort food


Hidden figures

My mother named me Rebecca after the Du Maurier novel of the same name. I always thought this was a marvellous literary feat until primary school, when the Hitchcock film version was televised and my best friend watched it. She called me afterwards, traumatised by “those holes” in the boat – a plot point I… Continue reading Hidden figures

On criticism

"People say my writing is dreadful, pretentious, self-seeking shit – they say it a lot. Other people say my writing is brilliant, beautifully crafted and freighted with the most sublime meaning. The criticism, no matter how virulent, has long since ceased to bother me, but the price of this is that the praise is equally meaningless. The positive… Continue reading On criticism

On running

Today I went running without music for the first time. I used to run fairly frequently. I used to run half marathons (horrible things, that always seemed to collapse in on themselves at mile 10). But I kept getting shin splints and my body didn't seem to get along with running anymore, even though my mind craved… Continue reading On running