The brilliant, mordant A.L. Kennedy — novelist, stand up comic and philosopher of everyday mishap — has just started a new fortnightly column on writing for The Guardian, which promises to offer a regular dose of inspiration, provocation and good sense. She’s one of the most bleakly entertaining writers around, with a hugely entertaining website; for a dose of her prose style here’s a recent self-portrait:
I still have the massive, uneven teeth of someone you’d meet on an Appalachian porch – they are teeth designed to appear over a banjo. One of them was killed by a hapless dentist and is slowly turning black, which is making the whole dental car crash into a multi-vehicle pile-up. I like smiling but I’m aware that, when I do, I look as if I’ve swallowed a circus pony and it’s trying to climb back out.