Why I Have Several Thousand Of My Books In My House
And how you can get hold of one (or more)
Here’s the contact link I mentioned in the video. There’s more info here on how you can get the books. More news coming very soon on Everything Will Swallow You!
Some recent pieces by me you might have missed:
Old Litkinov
I wrote this short story at the end of December. I have already posted it, buried at the end of a collection of mini fiction which was for paid subscribers only but I feel, with hindsight, it might deserve a page of its own. I’ve got some more short fiction coming for paid subscribers in a few days and - who knows - maybe this might tempt two or three p…
Tom Cox
The Lion, The Witch And The Dress Code
After I mentioned my time renting a house at Dartington Hall in this piece ten days ago, a few people responded asking me more about Dartington, and mentioning their own experiences of it, so I thought I’d repost this quite extensive piece about my time there, as most of you won’t have read it. I also want to post it because it’s the final section of my…
Tom Cox
Where I Am, Where I've Been And Where I Am Going (Plus Some Other Destinations)
I did wonder about making this a paid-only post, perhaps because it’s quite a personal one, but in the end I decided I wanted everyone to be able to read it. If you decide to upgrade to paid, though, you can read my full paywalled archive of well over 100 piec…
Tom Cox
RR Hood (Reprise)
Not long ago, my dad illustrated these little cut-outs of Little Red Riding Hood frantically typing on her smartphone, with her traditional lupine adversary in hot pursuit. “I’d like to see you write a story to go with this scene,” he said to me last week. So, over the weekend, I took up his challenge, and here’s the result (the full thing is paid subscriber-only, but there’ll be a new free piece here later this week)…
Tom Cox
The Real Stories Behind The Lives Of Some Scarecrows I Have Photographed On Walks
JOHN I first met John on a brutally crowded train from Birmingham to Devon. It turned out our reserved seats had been commandeered by two members of the same shrill family from Tamworth and that got us to talking. He could not have looked more out of place, standing there in the corridor, a lopsided toothy look on his face, somewhere in the no-man’s land…
Tom Cox
Brad Francis, Deputy Assistant Senior Head Negotiator Of Sales Experience
From the first time I heard his voice, I could tell Brad Francis was an oily character. It was the kind of voice that was always slipping out of your hand: one of those that, whatever their background, all estate agents seem eventually destined to end up with, a parody of well-spoken eloquence that was, in reality, entirely constructed from evasion and sickly sweet unguents and resin. If I’d had my way, I wouldn’t have had to put up with the displeasure of speaking to him at all. Unfortunately, I wanted the house he had been entrusted to sell, and I wanted it harder than anything I’d ever wanted in my short life.
Tom Cox
