2022 has been a mixed year. Good for fans of no covid restrictions, Conservative party self-immolation, and Daniel Craig's Southern accent. Bad for global stability, anyone with any form of living costs, and a certain billionaire. However, 2022 was also the year I got really back into reading. I'm going to pick out some of my favourites from the year. The Line of Beauty - Alan Hollinghurst Starting with a Booker prize winner is hardly the paragon of critical literary insight, I'll admit. But on reading, it's easy to see why it was so highly acclaimed. Telling the story of the eighties through Nick, a middle class post-graduate who finds himself growing ever closer to the Fedden family, headed by an ambitious and aristocratic Tory MP. He juggles his increasing entanglement in high society, with the reality of his sex life and the ominous shadow of the AIDS epidemic. Hollinghurst questions whether homosexuality can ever be apolitical, especially in the face of the increas
As I write this, Qatar and Ecuador are about to face off in the first match of the 2022 Men’s World Cup. A clash with a deep history, with geopolitical intrigue interwoven between each pass. You’ll be able to cut the tension in the Al Bayt stadium with a knife. Probably. I don’t know. I’m not watching. In my own, petty, inconsequential way, I want to make a futile and useless gesture. So, I’m going to boycott the World Cup. I'm the first to admit that I'm a fickle football fan, with a relationship driven more from masochism than joy through supporting both Forest and England, both masters of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. But the World Cup was different. A festival of football, of wall charts stuck to the fridge, of ludicrous europop anthems, of Ally McCoist dispensing a brief history of Stalin’s dacha in the midst of a dull 0-0. The excitement of TV being wheeled into the school hall at 7am for us to glimpse the exoticism of Japan, to be thrilled and ultimately