My truth, your truth, the truth... and post-truth
Monday, 9 January 2017
Three decades ago, I defamed a knight of the realm in The Observer. We spent some expensive time taking counsel in chambers, where it was decided that we should settle out of court and apologise.
“But it’s true!” I wailed, meaning my story, which was now to be withdrawn as a lie.
My editor fixed me with a doleful stare. “George,” he said, “there’s your truth, there’s my truth and there…
Why my novel is being funded by The Crowd
Tuesday, 20 December 2016
When I took my novel A Dark Nativity to a publisher of religious fiction, I wasn’t expecting a rapturous reception – as I say in the promotional video here, the genre is dominated by cute cathedral-close yarns, bonkers magic realism or conspiracy theories about an evil Church. I wanted to tell it as it is, with real people doing ordinary (as well as extraordinary and downright sinful) things.
Why we need to tell stories like the Nativity
Monday, 19 December 2016
I like to think of Jesus saying to his disciples (who, in modern lingo, we might call his mates): “I was born in a stable, me”. It could have been a sort of Aramaic version of Monty Python’s Yorkshiremen sketch – a bunch of horny-handed northern Judean proles getting competitive about their relative hardships: “Luxury! I was born in a bloody Roman helmet at bottom of t’aqueduct.”