Nick will be reading from his novel, Don Don, at Literary Death Match on Wednesday 17th August 2011: http://www.literarydeathmatch.com/
Tag archives: New York
Don Don, Chapter 1
There was me at my table in Bucci’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 […]
Don Don, a review
“I read Don Don. I thought it was wonderful. You have such a beautiful way of writing. It’s like music. I believe you may make it into a movie. I think it would be fabulous.”
Arena – Don Don
Arena, 2007 When I set about writing my second novel I realized I had to get deep into the hearts and minds of two very different men – one, a brash and bullish American millionaire with a formidable appetite for self-gratification and excess; the other, a wise and noble Thai Buddhist monk who lives a […]
Don Don, a review by L. Honour
“Loved this book! It’s really poignant, and you feel like you’re with the characters as they find themselves hurled into an emotional and spiritual journey – their last journey in fact. I didn’t really know much about Buddhism or meditation before I read Don Don, but following the story of the monk and cityboy and […]
Don Don, a review by K. McMahon
“Don Don is the best book I have read in a long while. The story is very touching and extremely funny. It follows two men both named Don who live on different sides of the world in every sense. I had people staring at me on the train as I laughed out aloud. The story […]
Don Don, a review
“Reading Don Don and loving it! Best book I have read for a long time. I bought it in a little shop in Spain. Went in to get some hotcross buns, and got the book instead.”
Zembla – It’s Me, Eddie, by Eduard Limonov
Zembla, No. 9, Winter 2005 The obscure book I’d like to tell you about is Eduard Limonov’s autobiographical work, It’s me, Eddie (or, in Russian, Eto ia – Edichka). Limonov was the enfant terrible of Russian letters in the late ’70s and ’80s, an identity he openly welcomed. His purposeful, vigorous and flamboyant assault both on Mother […]