Jim Lyons is a talented young writer from Essex, England. When I first read his story, Thought for Food, several months ago, I was blown away by the superb, original writing. I expect fully to someday find books by Lyons on display in a nationwide book chain. Get on board with this great new talent early, and download Thought for Food now.
There are thousands of books, all with different spines, and I want to touch and absorb every one of them. Savour their flavours. Float their boats. Kindle their flames, you get the idea. As long I can see more of the worlds that exist beyond the frontiers of wild, ancient space, somewhere in that sunny altitude of human artistic consciousness. Here is a single mother’s dream of olive groves in Tuscany, there the bottomless ocean for mer-moles burrowing endlessly in search of worms as dead whales sink past them each time the Oxford-born author gets writer’s block. Not a single book on Mao or the Cultural Revolution dares flush any colour but red for fear of denunciation, while some fantasy sagas stretch across entire shelves, half a writer’s lifetime spent developing the destinies of farm boys and conjurors and plotting epic revelations at Mount Ishtak and Elbrador. I could read them all, but I only want one book.