A true and honourable account of the longer-than-tweetable thinkings of Nick Harkaway.

It has been observed – chiefly by my wife – that the Booker List was notable this year for not having me on it.

I write books in which otherwise-sensible people do things like save the world from ontological armageddon, or put on surplus combat gear in the name of fatherhood and try to make a difference to a tiny community under the shitheel of the geopolitical boot, so I have to acknowledge (when I am not moodily stalking the dim and dusty corridors of Harkaway Towers dressed in my underwear and the top half of a Godzilla suit, stamping on origami models of the judges made from pages of Anna Karenina) that I may not be dead in the centre of the Booker’s institutional target area.

However, dear reader: here is your opportunity to redress this wrong…


And what better way to celebrate, if you’ve already read the book or if you’re reading and loving it now, than to vote for Tigerman at Not The Booker 2014!

More here.

“All science asks is to employ the same levels of skepticism we use in buying a used car or in judging the quality of analgesics or beer from their television commercials.”

Carl Sagan (via whats-out-there)

Wait, so science is both godless AND communist?! Damn you, science!!!

“The attempt to compel fairness with structure will ultimately result in a system corrupted from within. If the goal is a fairer society, there’s only one legitimate use for the nudge: to get people to consider the question before them in the light of what it will mean for them and for those they care about, and for the society they will inhabit – in other words, to give due thought and to place each important or less important decision in the context of fairness and even compassion, and to ask people to choose, daily and deliberately, a better culture.”

Short para I was asked to contribute to the Society for Curious Thought.

Easter in Cornwall: seriously, can’t you just feel the Nazgûl lurking in the trees?

Easter in Cornwall: seriously, can’t you just feel the Nazgûl lurking in the trees?

With Great Determination And Fire


There’s a guy. He has cancer. He needs help. That happens, on social media. You do what you do. Some of them speak to something in you. Sadly, because life is what it is, some of them don’t.

And some of them shout. Like this one. Because this guy has a buddy and that buddy said to me: 

He’s a great friend & poet & facing it with determination & fire.

And suddenly it’s personal. It matters. Maybe it matters partly because that’s who I hope I would be, in this situation this guy is in that clearly sucks beyond anything human beings should have to measure. Maybe because his buddy just shrunk the distance between us and now he’s inside my circle. I don’t know.

With great determination and fire.

Fuck, yes. That fire is called “life”.

Sean Flaherty, ladies and gentlemen. Reblog this. Share it on Facebook and share it on Twitter. Donate if you can. If you can’t, pass it along so that someone else can make their own decision on that. Please. And carry that with you for when you need it.

With great determination and fire.

Fuck, yes.