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<description><![CDATA[<strong>GORILLA GUERRILLA</strong>, <em>from Ch. 1</em><br /><br />The sound of a voice wakes me.<br /><br />I am still tired, it is black outside, it must be the middle of the night.<br /><br />I am not with my mother and father, no, but with my friend, Ole&eacute;. His mother has gone to the town for a few days, she is sick, has the disease, the one that you get from being bad even though she is good. She needs to get medicine to make her better, and I said I would stay with him while she is away. He is a year younger than me, he is nine, and does not like to be on his own, not because of his age but because he is scared, like all of us are, scared of them.<br /><br />Ole&eacute; kneels over me, shaking me and speaking. He says, &ldquo;Come on, we must go, they are here.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;How do you know?&rdquo; I mumble.<br /><br />&ldquo;I can hear them. Listen.&rdquo;<br /><br />Sitting up, I concentrate on my ears, hear nothing, then see him lift the curtain to the banda and step outside. &ldquo;Come on,&rdquo; he says again.<br /><br />I follow him, but as I reach the curtain and make to leave as well I am pushed back in by two pairs of hands, which seem to come from nowhere, out of the darkness. I fall hard on my bottom, then on my back, the straw mats not cushioning my fall, and the back of my head goes thud as it thumps against the hard ground...<p><strong>GORILLA GUERRILLA</strong>, <em>from Ch. 24</em><br /><br />The rain tumbles down; it does not relent. The forest is hazy, saturated, obscured by the downpour, and during those brief periods when the rain abates, steam rises from the canopy, the thick dense jungle within giving off a great heat.<br /><br />We hear an unfamiliar sound and my father rises. He arches his great back, its silver fur catching the light, which almost seems to make it glow brightly like a giant leaf wet with dew at sunrise, then digs his knuckles into the ground, his arms erect, shoulders tense, head held high and alert. I look at his lips, which are compressed, then watch him as he stands up and beats his chest, this great rondo of pok-poks resounding throughout the forest. I hoot and chest-beat also, as do two other young males in the group, but we fail, even collectively, to make an equivalent impression. My mother pulls Lisala close to her chest. My father looks to his left, next his right, then lowers himself onto all fours once more. Other females and children in the group scurry behind him, to where my mother and sister are.<br /><br />I stand beside my father, a few feet back from him, as does Kibu.<br /><br />And then there is a sudden explosion of noise, and I see my father rise up again, beat his chest, roar, then charge, his knuckles thumping the ground, bulldozing through foliage, and his screams high-pitched, possessing a deafening intensity, as he opens his mouth wide and bares his enormous canine teeth, the hair on his head crest erect.<br /><br />The last time I had seen my father so angry, it had terrified me, and I realise, at this moment, that the threat posed to us must be from humans: for it is only them that can make him this angry...<br /><br />Return to the book <a href="item/gorilla-guerilla---book" title="Gorilla Guerilla">Gorilla Guerrilla</a></p><br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/books" rel="tag">books</a>, <a href="tags/extracts" rel="tag">extracts</a>, <a href="tags/gorilla+guerrilla" rel="tag">gorilla&nbsp;guerrilla</a><br /><br />]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 15:16:19 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<strong>DON DON</strong>, <em>from Ch. 1</em><br /><br />There was me at my table in Bucci&rsquo;s, new Italian on Lexington up near the Chrysler Building, been there about a year and I liked it a lot. Got tired of that place on Sixth and Sullivan, great fuckin Bruschette but not much else, with one of those third generation Italians who thought he was straight out of fuckin Tuscany but had probably never even been there.<br /><br />Was wearing a white Brioni tux and black bow tie, just been to the theater and my shoes were shined up like great big black jewels. Face felt a little bloated, cheeks red, like I&rsquo;d eaten too much friggin cheese. Turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror. In the low light, features looked hard and threatening, but that was okay with me, always looked that way.<br /><br />Smiled as I brought my hand to my mouth and the lump of gold on my finger shined. Put the Cohiba to my lips &ndash; they let me smoke in there, had a special table for me under the skylight, because I spent so much friggin money &ndash; chomped and sucked on its bit, savored that un-burnt taste, so clean and fresh, then drew on it long and hard, it flared orange as it burned, and as I exhaled the orange became ash, a kind of dull gray.<br /><br />My fifth wife sat next to me. Jamie, twenty years younger than me, uptown, sensitive and beautiful. But that night she looked sad and depressed. Watched two waiters scurry back and forth, one serving us food, the other wine, a Screaming Eagle, second bottle of the night, and Jamie wasn&rsquo;t drinking, just sipping on friggin water. And then I started shouting...<strong>DON DON</strong> , <em>from Ch. 2</em><br /> <br /> I opened my eyes at three o&rsquo;clock in the morning as the temple bell tower sounded: I always woke at the same time. I no longer required the gong to wake me; rather I simply used it as a prompt to bring me from sleep back into awareness, into the present moment. I sat up, arched my back and rotated my neck; then slowly ran my right hand over my shaved head, feeling its texture and shape.<br /> <br /> Next I put my hands to the floor, lifted my knees to the ground and leant forward on the hard mat I slept on, stretching my spine like a cat that has just woken from a deep sleep. I noted the silence, then pulled back the blind of the umbrella-tent and looked out onto the forest, still dark, a black canopy of tropical evergreen.<br /> <br /> I reached for the lantern, lit it and watched the flame burn, its orange dance different every morning. Next I carefully extended my right leg, feeling it straighten and tense, until it was outside the tent, then leant forward and ducked my head underneath the blind, allowing my whole body to curve and follow like the passage of a swan&rsquo;s neck after it has finished grooming and lengthens itself once more, this movement so smooth and graceful, my whole body aligning itself as I brought my left leg parallel with my right.<br /> <br /> Standing upright I felt the dirt and leaves underfoot, their texture and dampness. I held the lantern aloft and made my way down to the lake, noting every step, feeling the movement of my long arms and legs and the brush of wild orchids against my ankles and shins, and when I reached the water&rsquo;s edge I crouched down, sitting on my heels, and set the lantern beside me, which illuminated a small cluster of lotus flowers that added color to the dark murky green of the lake.<br /> <br /> I placed my hands on the water&rsquo;s surface, skimmed the tips of my fingers across it, then moved them in a circular motion &ndash; my fingers seeming to dance on water like a water strider &ndash; the water swirling then rippling. When I submerged my hands I heard the water swish and as I cupped my hands together and threw water in my face I heard it splash.<br /> <br /> This moment always gave me pleasure, the commencement of morning ablutions; the first touch of cool water on my skin like morning dew on a blade of grass. I felt it on my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, my jaw &ndash; the steady trickle of water down my face; this face of mine which was uncommon amongst my people, long and narrow rather than round and flat, and that was typified by my nose which according to Sunnato appeared almost Roman at a certain angle rather than Thai...<br /><br />Return to the book <a href="item/don-don---book" title="Don Don">Don Don</a><br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/books" rel="tag">books</a>, <a href="tags/extracts" rel="tag">extracts</a>, <a href="tags/don+don" rel="tag">don&nbsp;don</a><br /><br />]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 14:40:31 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<strong>Love and Mayhem</strong>, <em>from Ch. 3</em><br /><br />The bus he gets on is packed. He scans the bottom deck for an empty seat, then goes upstairs. As he reaches the top, he glances round and spots a vacant aisle seat two from the back. He sits down and almost immediately finds himself drifting into warm reflections about his time with Catherine in Morocco. The passenger sitting next to him suddenly grasps the seat rail in front with both hands and begins to rock to and fro in his seat. This action is accompanied by a hypnotic hum, as if it is some kind of alcoholic&rsquo;s mantra; Jack smells the stale stench of beer coming from his mouth. The man is in his mid-fifties, with a mass of wild grey hair and a thick black beard with streaks of grey. He is stocky, thick set, big. He has a rugged, pock-marked and leathery complexion, which looks like it has suffered years of abuse and neglect as a result of heavy drinking and exposure to the winter elements. He wears an old threadbare tweed jacket, a check shirt and a grubby pair of trousers. There is a plastic bag full of books and newspaper cuttings between his legs.<br /><br />Jack has encountered this man a few times before; he is difficult to miss. The last time was a few months ago, in Notting Hill not Shepherd&rsquo;s Bush: Jack was getting off the bus as he was getting on. He remembers this because the man almost knocked him over. Jack had to grab hold of his shoulder to stop himself falling. The man clasped his arm, he had big hands, wore an old gold wedding ring. Jack looked at him closely then, searchingly, but the man did not reciprocate his observation. He just hurried away, as if fleeing the scene of a crime, and Jack was left to wonder how he might have ended up this way, so broken and destitute. He recalled that he talked to Sam about him the night it happened, who typically ridiculed him for his fascination with desperate strangers. It is his &lsquo;little idiosyncrasy&rsquo;: this is how Sam referred to it. Now, seated next to the man, Jack begins to speculate again about his fate. He finds himself, rather uncomfortably, staring at the man in the frankly curious manner of a small child observing a strange spectacle &ndash; an exposure of the tragic side of life, someone condemned to a life of eccentric pursuits and painful neuroses &ndash; something he must fathom. The man does not seem conscious of his inquiry as he continues to rock and hum...<strong>Love and Mayhem</strong>, <em>from Ch. 34</em><br /><br />The last few days, Catherine has felt like she is flying: she is happy all the time. And she feels like this now as she squints her eyes, peering through the branches at the blue above her, flying through the sky, over a lush landscape and towards a big city. And suddenly she is in the city, gliding above streets and people. She dives down and then swoops up again, up the side of a very tall building ... yes, a skyscraper. Up and up like a bird.<br /><br />Oh ... she, Catherine, can do anything, absolutely anything. The whole world is hers. Everyone is beautiful. She loves them all. She wants to help everyone in need, care for them all. Life has become a daydream, a carnival of magical colours, everything so bright and clear, wherever she looks. Catherine does not know why she feels so elated, so wonderful, powerful: it does not make sense. But she does know she must savour this high while it lasts: she has secretly been longing for it for some time. She stared at herself in the mirror when she got up this morning and did not quite know who she was.<br /><br />Catherine puts on her headphones now as she looks at the sky again, blue, so blue. She feels like she is going inside the music, feels it so closely she becomes it. Personal identity gone. She is a soprano's voice. The pluck of a guitar string. She is so free. It feels like an orgasm; it is unstoppable. She is higher than she has ever been before, Catherine thinks. She knows she is flying too high, like Icarus she is too close to the sun. Her fall is inevitable, but she does not care. While she feels this good, may it last as long as it can...<br /><br />Return to the Book - <a href="item/love-and-mayhem---book" title="Love and Mayhem">Love and Mayhem</a><br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/books" rel="tag">books</a>, <a href="tags/extracts" rel="tag">extracts</a>, <a href="tags/love+and+mayhem" rel="tag">love&nbsp;and&nbsp;mayhem</a><br /><br />]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 9 Sep 2008 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Click on the links below to hear the author read extracts from his first novel, Love and Mayhem. <br /><br />Reading 1 - BBC Radio Scotland interview for the River Caf&eacute; <br /><br /><div id="reading_1"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div><script type="text/javascript">       var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=LAM_reading1.mp3"); s1.write("reading_1"); </script><br /><br />Reading 2 - Oneword, Between the Lines interview <br /><br /><div id="reading_2"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div><script type="text/javascript">       var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=LAM_reading2.mp3"); s1.write("reading_2"); </script><br /><br />Click play to hear the author read an extract from his second novel, Don Don.<br /><br />Reading 3 - Oneword, Between the Lines interview <br /><br /><div id="reading_3"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div><script type="text/javascript">       var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=don_don_reading.mp3"); s1.write("reading_3"); </script>]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 9 Sep 2008 22:32:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top">&nbsp;<img src="media/1/20080910-gg_3d.jpg" alt="Gorilla Guerilla" width="130" height="185" /></td><td>&nbsp;</td><td valign="middle"><strong>BUY GORILLA GUERRILLA:</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Gorilla-Guerrilla-Nick-Taussig/dp/1905978111/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1207738896&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank" title="Buy the book at Amazon"><img src="media/1/20080911-buy_at_amazon.gif" alt="Buy this book at Amazon" width="130" height="30" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.play.com/Books/Books/4-/5480916/Gorilla-Guerrilla/Product.html" target="_blank" title="Buy the book at Play"><img src="media/1/20080911-buy_at_play.gif" alt="Buy this book at Play" width="130" height="30" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><p>&nbsp;</p><table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top">&nbsp;<img src="media/1/20080910-LM_cover_small.jpg" alt="Love and Mayhem" width="130" height="179" /></td><td>&nbsp;</td><td valign="middle"><strong>BUY LOVE AND MAYHEM:</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0954940709/qid=1107258012/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl/026-1791119-3568422" target="_blank" title="Buy the book at Amazon"><img src="media/1/20080911-buy_at_amazon.gif" alt="Buy this book at Amazon" width="130" height="30" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.play.com/Books/Books/4-/927144/Love-and-Mayhem/Product.html" target="_blank" title="Buy the book at Play"><img src="media/1/20080911-buy_at_play.gif" alt="Buy this book at Play" width="130" height="30" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><p>&nbsp;</p><table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top">&nbsp;<img src="media/1/20080910-dondon_small.jpg" alt="Don Don" width="130" height="171" /></td><td>&nbsp;</td><td valign="middle"><strong>BUY DON DON:</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Don-Nick-Taussig/dp/0954940792/ref=sr_1_1/026-9641583-8249269?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1176800504&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" title="Buy the book at Amazon"><img src="media/1/20080911-buy_at_amazon.gif" alt="Buy this book at Amazon" width="130" height="30" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.play.com/Books/Books/4-/1429578/Don-Don/Product.html" target="_blank" title="Buy the book at Play"><img src="media/1/20080911-buy_at_play.gif" alt="Buy this book at Play" width="130" height="30" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/gorilla+guerrilla" rel="tag">gorilla&nbsp;guerrilla</a>, <a href="tags/love+and+mayhem" rel="tag">love&nbsp;and&nbsp;mayhem</a>, <a href="tags/don+don" rel="tag">don&nbsp;don</a><br /><br />]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><strong>LOVE AND MAYHEM</strong><em><br /><br />'An absolutely stunning debut novel. It is for the lovelorn, and for those in love. It is just very well-written.'</em><br />Paul Blezard, Between the Lines, Oneword<em><br /><br />'A twisted tale of love set in a darker side of London ... it has sly plot twists and persuasive [characters] ... and whispers of promising novels - or movies - to come.'</em><br />Daneet Steffens, Time Out<em><br /><br />'As visceral a tale of love, sex and human emotion as you are ever likely to read ... the book is both dangerous and heart-stopping. Powerful, modern and moving, Love and Mayhem is as much a work of art as it is a work of literature.'</em><br />The Magazine<em><br /><br />'The novel is so full of insight and genuine innovation in form and content. I think it captures brilliantly all the nuances of passion, and the way that passion can sweep away the more rational side of us. Very sobering and moving.'</em><br />Alain de Botton, author of Status Anxiety and The Consolations of Philosophy<em><br /><br />'The writing is swift and clean, the novel a solid and emotionally mature piece.'</em><br />Ashley Stokes, Guardian and Times Literary Supplement critic<em><br /><br />'Bold and yet subtle on the same page, a useful balancing act, delivered with panache and sincerity.'</em><br />Book Mark<em><br /><br />'The writing is tight ... painting London in a menacing half-light [and] Taussig's assertion that this was inspired by his own experiences adds a further edge to proceedings.'</em><br />Kingsley Marshall, Notion<em><br /><br />'An absorbing plot and pliable language makes this novel exceptional.'</em><br />Fusion<em><br /><br />'One of the best books of 2005, a book full of emotions and paradoxes which will excite the reader.'</em><br />European Radio<em><br /><br />'This is a consistently well-written piece with an intensity which suits the mood of the narrative perfectly. An excellent debut, Taussig's second novel is due out next year, and I for one can't wait to read it.'</em><br />Elena Botterill, Nottingham Evening Post<em><br /><br />'His rapid, urgent style and descriptive powers keep the reader in play, [and] the excellent sense of place deriving from the London background is a real strength, and there is conviction too, in the reasons for the final outcome.'</em><br />Margaret Laird, Society Today<em><br /><br />'Sexy, edgy, maybe a bit mad, certainly disturbing, darkish but thought-provoking.'</em><br />Ladsmag<em><br /><br />'A tragic love story first and foremost, Love and Mayhem also explores homelessness and addiction, the person behind the huddled form.'</em><br />Carrie Briffett, Big Issue<em><br /><br />'An interesting and thought-provoking debut novel ... Taussig gives some humanity to characters of the street and leaves us questioning society as a whole. And that is something of note.'</em><br />Mike Henning, This is...<em><br /><br />'Nick Taussig's debut shows a rare insight into a breathless relationship and the perilous path it can take.'</em><br />Hayley Whitlock, The Book Place<em><br /><br />'A compelling read ... a darkly powerful story of love and its ability to destroy.'</em><br />James Cocks, Vstudent<em><br /><br />'A fantastic book.'</em><br />Mitch Cullin, author of Tideland and A Slight Trick of the Mind<em><br /><br />'A blunt, stark story of love, sex and obsession.'</em><br />Weed World<br /><br />View the book <a href="item/love-and-mayhem---book" title="Love and Mayhem">Love and Mayhem</a></p><p><strong><br />DON DON</strong><em><br /><br />'Nick Taussig is clearly a talented writer and this novel contains fine writing and emotionally charged scenes.'</em><br />Independent on Sunday<em><br /><br />'A mature, searching, interesting and unusual novel.'</em><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal">Ashley Stokes, Guardian and Times Literary Supplement critic</span><em><br /><br />'A great book.'</em><br />Matt Munday, Sunday Times and Telegraph critic<em><br /><br />'Pithy and funny, mature and intelligent.'</em><br />Paul Blezard, Between the Lines, Oneword<em><br /><br />'An entertaining tale.'</em><br />Zoo<em><br /><br />'A remarkable book ... a meditation on death.'</em><br />Marie-Louise Muir, Arts Extra, BBC Radio Ulster<br /><br />View the book <a href="item/don-don---book" title="Don Don">Don Don</a></p><p><strong><br />GORILLA GUERRILLA</strong><em><br /><br />'This thought-provoking tale is beautifully told.'<em><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal">Natasha Harding, The Sun</span><em><br /><br />'This clever and driven story. What a brave novel! It is hunting for big game, which is what a novel should do.'</em><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal">Ashley Stokes, Guardian and Times Literary Supplement critic</span><em><br /><br />'In this book Nick Taussig evidences his intelligence, humility and humanity by juxtaposing the lives of two higher primates - one of which writes books. The author also thus renders the barriers we erect between our species and others to protect our sense of uniqueness otiose - or at least calls them (quite rightly) into question. Good research lends insight and texture. Avoidance of grandiose prose renders the text unpretentious and distinctly moorish! Perhaps the world would do well to read and ponder?'</em><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal">Nicholas Green, author of The Shen by Nature</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal">View the book </span><a href="item/gorilla-guerrilla---book"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal">Gorilla Guerrilla</span></a></em></em></p><em><em><p>&nbsp;</p></em></em><br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/love+and+mayhem" rel="tag">love&nbsp;and&nbsp;mayhem</a>, <a href="tags/don+don" rel="tag">don&nbsp;don</a>, <a href="tags/gorilla+guerrilla" rel="tag">gorilla&nbsp;guerrilla</a>, <a href="tags/books" rel="tag">books</a><br /><br />]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 9 Sep 2008 11:36:28 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Click on the links below to hear some of the author's radio interviews.<br /> <br /> BBC Radio Hereford &amp; Worcester on 5th August 2008 (Part 1)<br /> <br /> <div id="bbc_hereford_01"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=BBC_Radio_Hereford_1.mp3"); s1.write("bbc_hereford_01"); </script> <br /> <br /> BBC Radio Hereford &amp; Worcester on 5th August 2008 (Part 2)<br /> <br /> <div id="bbc_hereford_02"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=BBC_Radio_Hereford_2.mp3"); s1.write("bbc_hereford_02"); </script> <br /> <br /> Jamie Owen programme on BBC Radio Wales on 27th March 2007 <br /> <br /> <div id="interview_1"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=nickt_radio_wales.mp3"); s1.write("interview_1"); </script> <br /> <br /> Arts Extra, BBC Radio Ulster on 12th April 2007 <br /> <br /> <div id="interview_2"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div> <script src="swfobject.js" type="text/javascript"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=nick_t_interview2.mp3"); s1.write("interview_2"); </script> <br /> <br /> Oneword, Between the Lines on 18th June 2007 <br /> <br /> <div id="interview_3"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div> <script src="swfobject.js" type="text/javascript"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=nickt_one_world3.mp3"); s1.write("interview_3"); </script> <br /> <br /> My Spirit Radio, with Barbara Venn-Lever in August 2007 <br /> <br /> <div id="interview_4"><a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer">Get the Flash Player</a> to hear this interview.</div> <script src="swfobject.js" type="text/javascript"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> var s1 = new SWFObject("player.swf","ply","328","20","9","#FFFFFF"); s1.addParam("allowfullscreen","false"); s1.addParam("allowscriptaccess","always"); s1.addParam("flashvars","file=myspirit_barbara_vennlever.mp3"); s1.write("interview_4"); </script><br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/radio+interviews" rel="tag">radio&nbsp;interviews</a>, <a href="tags/books" rel="tag">books</a>, <a href="tags/press" rel="tag">press</a><br /><br />]]></description>
 <category>Press</category>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 9 Sep 2008 11:03:18 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Press</title>
 <link>http://www.nicktaussig.comindex.php?itemid=4</link>
<description><![CDATA[Author photographs and book jackets can be downloaded on the <a href="item/photos" title="photos">PHOTOS</a> page.<br /><br />Critical responses to <a href="item/love-and-mayhem---book" title="Love and Mayhem"><em>Love and Mayhem</em></a>, <a href="item/don-don---book" title="Don Don"><em>Don Don</em></a> and <a href="item/gorilla-guerrilla---book" title="Gorilla Guerrilla"><em>Gorilla Guerrilla</em></a> are available on the <a href="item/reviews" title="reviews">REVIEWS</a> page.<br /><br />The publisher's comments on <a href="item/love-and-mayhem---book" title="Love and Mayhem"><em>Love and Mayhem</em></a>, <a href="item/don-don---book" title="Don Don"><em>Don Don</em></a> and <a href="item/gorilla-guerrilla---book" title="Gorilla Guerrilla"><em>Gorilla Guerrilla</em></a> can be read on the <a href="books.php" title="books">BOOKS</a> page.<br /><br />The television advertisement created for <a href="item/love-and-mayhem---book" title="Love and Mayhem"><em>Love and Mayhem</em></a> can be&nbsp;viewed on the <a href="books.php" title="books">BOOKS</a> page.<br /><br />Interviews with the author can be listened to on the <a href="item/interviews" title="interviews">INTERVIEWS</a> page.<br /><br />Readings by the author can be listened to on the <a href="item/readings" title="readings">READINGS</a> page.<br /><br />Bookmarks: <a href="tags/books" rel="tag">books</a>, <a href="tags/press" rel="tag">press</a>, <a href="tags/love+and+mayhem" rel="tag">love&nbsp;and&nbsp;mayhem</a>, <a href="tags/don+don" rel="tag">don&nbsp;don</a>, <a href="tags/gorilla+guerrilla" rel="tag">gorilla&nbsp;guerrilla</a>, <a href="tags/interviews" rel="tag">interviews</a>, <a href="tags/readings" rel="tag">readings</a><br /><br />]]></description>
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<comments>http://www.nicktaussig.comindex.php?itemid=4</comments>
 <pubDate>Tue, 9 Sep 2008 11:02:08 +0000</pubDate>
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