She had found equilibrium. She was living in a modest studio flat on Warwick Street. One small bedsitting room, together with a separate kitchen and bathroom. Enough space for herself and her dog. (A brief spell working at a Dog Rescue Centre had led to the inevitable acquisition of an Alsatian dog called Ike). The … Continue reading Equilibrium
Author: Bill Atkin
Therapy? Part 2
Hello again!Hello! I know you wanted to talk some more about your father's email this week, but I was wondering if we might explore your parents' lie that you walked out on them for 25 years?Yes, that's fine.I should warn you, though. It's complicated. I don't mind. I can handle complexity.It's also rather convoluted. I … Continue reading Therapy? Part 2
Therapy? Part 1
You were going to tell me about your parents…Yes, and I'm glad you asked.My parents are dedicated to promoting an image of themselves which is firmly based on the rewriting of our family's history. Why do they do this, do you think?It's brutally simple - they're committed to characterising my sister and I as villains, … Continue reading Therapy? Part 1
1984 (part one)
The first time I read Nineteen-Eighty-Four (the novel) was in 1971 (the year). I had just turned fourteen. It was unusual for me, at that age, to read anything of my own volition. My interest in literature, art or politics was close to zero. The motivation for picking up this particular volume was purely down … Continue reading 1984 (part one)