Magnificent Octopus

The empty house had the floor of one of its rooms strewn with flowers and a smell of earth and greenness all through its downstairs all nigh...

Hello, he said. What you reading? Elisabeth showed him her empty hands. Does it look like I'm reading anything? she said. Always b...

I'm tired, she says. It's only two miles, Elisabeth says. That's not what I mean, she says. I'm tired of the news. I...

Far worse, though, was a low, powerful moaning at dusk. The wind off the sea and the odd interior stillness dulled our ability to gauge dire...

Ali Smith's Winter is an easy, beautiful thing. By easy I do not mean simple. Winter has a lot of depth, but the writing is so effor...

This morning it was -34°C with the windchill. Harsh, blowing snow. Tomorrow will be no better. It's winter. I'll be spending the...