Mrs Browser has been reading a volume on literary biography, and noticed that the cover seemed to show a photograph of our mutual friend AL Kennedy's study-room.
After lots of tea and plenty of muffins, my fellow judges and I decided on the winner of this year's Hogmanay Haiku competition. The 11th haiku, to be broadcast in Resolution Square, alongside ten by ten of Scotland's leading poets, is by Pippa Little. It reads:
Stuart Kelly is books editor of Scotland on Sunday. He lives in the Borders village of Heriot.
Congratulations to the Browser's old chum James Robertson, who was awarded this year's Saltire Book of the Year Prize, becoming the only person ever to gain that accolade twice.
MOST readers of Graham Joyce's eerie, wintry fable will probably have a rough inkling of its central conceit after about 30 pages - a full 50 before the couple, Zoe and Jake, start to twig about their circumstances.
The Saltire Society Book of the Year shortlist has been announced, crammed with familiar names: Don Paterson, Andrew Greig, James Robertson, Alan Warner, Timothy Neat, Robert Allan Jamieson, Nicholas Philipson and Finlay Macleod.
Wigtown Book Festival isn't just about books, which makes it one of The Browser's favourites.
The Booker, despite its august reputation, is not a predictable prize. This year, the judges chose not to put on the longlist a swathe of writers whom pundits had predicted would be shoe-ins.
IN 2014 the Scottish Government intends to hold another Year of Homecoming, to commemorate the 700th anniversary of the Battle of Bannockburn.
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Like a medieval monarch, my Summer Progress Throughout The Nation has begun, with book festivals as far apart as Nairn and Melrose last week, and Dundee and the West Port this week.
Three novels from literature's margins address the types of weighty issues the mainstream eschews, finds Stuart Kelly
That the Soulless Minions of Bureaucracy are eroding publishing is nothing new, but after meeting Caspar Walsh, below, the journalist and prisoner activist at a conference in Edinburgh Napier last week, my pessimism has redoubled. Walsh has written a memoir about his criminal father and his own journey from drug addict and crook to writer – and a very fine, clear-sighted book it is.
Telling 178 women to be quiet is not one of the things I thought I'd be doing as literary editor, but then the course of true bibliophilia never did run smooth.