oh, is your history SWEEPING yet INTIMATE,
is it UNTOLD but URGENT,
DEEPLY-RESEARCHED yet BREATHLESS,
SUCCULENT and FIRM TO THE BITE
you ever meet someone and they say their first name and your brain is like “nope: that slot is already taken, no room in here for another person also named marjorie”
for the avoidance of doubt here i am subskeeting myself having made the mistake of opening a pitch document i wrote a million years ago (last week)
What is the charge? writing a history? A succulent cultural history ?
'Writing a piece for The Spectator is not whistleblowing' is quite the burn
as i always say, you can’t go wrong adding a splash of cream and a squeeze of lemon, extra seasoning, doesn’t matte the topic it’s gonna lift that narrative drive and give it tangible stakes