IN a douce, respectable house on Glasgow's south side, a man and a woman are coolly, calmly talking about murder.
Women's voices were the soundtrack of Christopher Brookmyre's childhood.
WITHIN minutes of meeting Jamie Stuart, a conspicuous, slightly guilty smile forces itself onto the face.
The car shuddered to a stop when she was still in the middle of primping her eyebrows, blending the pencilled lines with the finely woven hairs.
NOTHING shouts Islam here.
SOME tweets make you angry.
Sean Michaels owns not one but two theremins, although, truth is, he can't really play either.
February 2004. Journalist Stephen Phelan has been researching an article for the Sunday Herald on the Scottish comedy scene.
Reading the acknowledgements at the end of a book is the closest I suppose I'll ever get to being a Peeping Tom.
Ten books ...
The coldest day of the year was not perhaps the best time to be wandering around the Canongate Kirk's melancholy graveyard.
No one can ever fully explain why a novel becomes a best-seller and is taken to the nation's heart.
Some years ago, John Sutherland, former professor of English and now self-styled literary hack, wrote a memoir about giving up drinking.
Novelists are often quiet, retiring and law-abiding, keeping their more audacious ideas and antics for the pages of their books.
With the exception of maybe Jennifer Lawrence and Nic Cage, are there any film stars of the last 20 or 30 years whose autobiographies you would actually want to read?
The Emperor's Clothes Syndrome is particularly prevalent in the world of the arts, and visual art especially.
In 2011 alone, 380 billion photographs were taken.
TS Eliot has often been accused of giving poetry a bad name.
A 22-year-old Indian student living in London wakes up six days after the Live Aid concert in 1985.
Tearing families apart and pitting brother against brother, civil wars offer the writer an unparalleled stage on which to explore the failings and contradictions of character.
On April 12, 1933, four prisoners were gunned down in scrubland at a detention centre in the town of Dachau, on the outskirts of Munich.