I WALK

My sole ambition is to walk the relatively short distance to Gail's at the end of my street, where I intend to order an oat cappuccino and a cheese stick.

Dear Readers,

As we continue to work on the feature film of Shattered, we present a shorter blog than usual, but nonetheless important in its content.

Thank you for reading The Kureishi Chronicles. As I continue to write via dictation with the help of my family, your support means everything.

(Picture: By Rene Magritte, The Evolution of Thought)

I am watching an actor sprawled on the floor, writhing in expressive agony, attempting to stage my accident. This is where I am; at the back of the Royal Court Theatre in Sloane Square, in a room where I ran writing workshops for years. These actors are rehearsing a version of my book, Shattered, for the stage.

I remember walking to this very theatre in the early eighties from my flat in Baron's Court, through a much shabbier London.

At that time, after getting up in the mornings, I would go straight to my desk and stay there until lunchtime. I never believed, and still don’t, in working in the afternoons, which is perhaps why my books are mercifully shorter than those of other authors.