@alexandrashulman: Scurried back to Instagram from Threads for this post of wonderful Helena Bonham Carter President of @thelondonlibrary in full brilliant throttle at tonight’s summer party. #helenabonhamcarter #libraries #summmerparties #reading

ATTENTION UK WRITERS

Check the link for the Emerging writer's Programme at the London LIbrary.

Anyone over 16 can enter (there are restrictions if you have had publications, so please check the fine print).

Writing sample of up to 1000 words.

Applications must be received by 11 am on 28 February.

Rupert Graves at the London Library President’s Summer Party. [TheLondonLib on Twitter]

Leaving London for a week–– I always miss the city, looking forward to being back already (and who can blame me, just look at this light in the library)

in the London Library

Alphabetisation is your friend.

it is the friend who, sensing you tire of Timothy Morton and are plagued still by a short story set in Hinchingbrook Park, recommends you go in search of your last successful local introduction -- Victor Serge, alongside of whom sits: Gemma Seltzer (to finally tell the ventriloquist dummy story you have been waiting for ever since that ride home from Deptford) and Ponsonberry Senior (if you recall correctly) whose "Diary of Mrs. Pepys" certainly relieves you of the burden of some sort of serialized Samuel, for it (the fictionalised diary of Elizabeth Pepys, a wondrous character) is the best enjoyment you will receive as a legacy of that annual celebration of 'his' stone-day. And atop the Diary sits "She Married Pushkin," so you take her out for a smoke, since she (not the titular she, but the long-lost Goncharoff she plagued by the need to finish her own serialised life of the long gone) reckons Natalia should have as much of a say as Elizabeth. And though Natalia had the more glamorous oaf, Elizabeth gets all the good lines.

You don't know all that immediately but you will, once you cast off Seltzer and Serge and, waylaid by "Ness", which grabbed you just as you were leaving and, truth be told, does sweep you off your feet for the rest of the dance because for a 40 minutes you really don't need anything else but McFarlane on Orford (not Loch).

But Elizabeth Pepys and Natalia Pushkina have been great mates over this 'arctic' (let's face it, it doesnt mean what it used to mean) December.

As kindred spirits as alphabetisation itself.

oxford, comma

📍St. Paul's Cathedral, London, England, United Kingdom 🇬🇧

British Museum Reading Room (1857-)

l closed to the public since 2013. Guided tours available

so the good news is not only am i making really good progress on chapter 9 of london, libraries and love, i’ve also made a start on writing other chapters!

the bad news is that chapter is chapter 14 therefore updates won’t be increasing in speed any time soon 😬

BUT! as a token of my humble apologies, pls accept this sneak peek 👀

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔩 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔶 (ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔩 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 յգԴԴ)

National Poetry Library, London