Since Naipaul, and before him, we have had Earl Lovelace, the Commonwealth Writers Prize best-book winner; Lawrence Scott, winner of a Commonwealth Writers Prize for best book in Canada and the Caribbean; Sam Selvon, writer of the most liquidly gorgeous sentences in the Trinidadian canon.

Then, it all just gets worse and worse, you don't sleep so much, so you don't recover as well from the day's racing, so you go into your reserves, you get more knackered, so you sleep less... It's simply a vicious circle.

The agency was inundated with phone calls.

Twenty-One Ways of Leaving: […]

1. The womxn in their thirties. The womxn with wrinkles at the edges of their eyes. The womxn who spell lonely with ambition. The womxn in their thirties. The womxn who do not bring up your age at the dinner table. The womxn who bring up your accolades at the dinner table. The womxn who make love to you and introduce you at the dinner table like they have not been intimate with your sheets. Oh honey, run. No. The other way.