’So what is it about billionaires and survivalism?’ she’d asked him, the third or fourth time they met. ’Is it just an arms race? Like, just a pissing contest? Or do you all know something that we don’t?’’Both,’ he said, quite calmly. ’I mean, of course it’s a pissing contest. What isn’t?’she tried to think […]

My father had left the study light on and the book open and face down on his desk. I went in and picked it up but couldn’t find the bit he had read. Trying to wedge it into a non-existent space on his shelves, I thought of him saying once – the summer I spent […]