On entering lockdown in March my catalogue of recently read novels was looking pretty sparse. My last fray into fiction being the completion of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, arguably best read onboard a ferry to Shetland. For the first two months of 2020 I’d been too distracted by Netflix and an unhealthy addiction to RugbyContinue reading “Martians, Millennium & Maitlis: Nine Novels of Lockown”
