For the past year or so I have been writing A book with no name. (This is not the novel that's coming out later this year from Unthank Books; that has a name, which is Country Life.) (Though A book with no name is in fact the name of A book with no name. Got that?) (And I'm writing another novel called The Grey Area, but that is in its early stages, and need not concern us here.)
Anyway, some extracts have appeared or are about to appear. Last year, three were included in issue 2 of Litmus Magazine. Now some more. In the very wonderful Golden Handcuffs Review, which has just reinvented itself as a regular anthology, there are six pieces: "Frequently asked questions", "Dialectics", "It", "Nobody there", "Fall" and "Persons". And in Unthank's new Unthology 7 (it will be launched in June - the link shows you the previous volume in the series) there will be "Infinity".
I don't know when the entire book will be published. It's more or less finished.
Here as a taster is by far the shortest piece. This is "It":
It is this. It is. Or is it? It may be. But then again it may not. It can’t be determined. Could it? No it couldn’t. We can’t determine whether it is. Or what it is. It isn’t possible to do so. We can speculate about it. We can make assertions about it. We can construct narratives about it. But it’s not possible to do much more. That’s what it comes down to. It comes down to not much more than that. And that’s about it. So it’s time to look outside. What is it doing? It’s raining. This is it.