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The writing elite,
This review is from: Man Bites Talking Dog (Paperback)
I don't know how you define a Colin Dunne. He sits inside his latest book, Man Bites Talking Dog, displaying that mysterious and elusive ingredient found only in exceptional writers. It is a mixture of humour, observation and word-dexterity. Thurber had it but no-one could analyse it. Patrick Campbell had it. The Algonquin crew in New York, led by Dorothy Parker, ALL had it as they met for lunch at that celebrated round table long ago.
And we now have a newish generation of writers displaying their own brand of it. Caitlin Moran and Daisy Waugh of The Times. Zoe Heller. But what is it? The obvious answer - talent. But what makes the talent exceptional?
If gunge-writers heavy with big words, long sentences, and adjectival suicide knew what it was they would be writing it. But they don't. So the few, with their heads above the clouds are the elite.
Colin Dunne moved with modest distinction from life on a country weekly in the Yorkshire Dales to Fleet-street: a longish progression in which the raw tumult of a daily journalism retreated before the massed ranks of accountants, computers, carpets and No-smoking signs. He writes in his book of "the glory days of journalism." But that is the excuse. His chore. His reason for writing. The chore quickly transcends its reason as it soars with humour, observation, and a feel for language that is simple, direct, yet smooth and deceptively effortless.
I would be sorely depressed if his email name - dunnewriting - were true. He should be writing all the time. That is what he owes both us and his talent.Man Bites Talking DogI ordered three copies of this one book and will probably read all of them.