‘What would you write if you had to write your obituary? Today, right now.’
Avid readers of this column (I’ve always wanted to write this, but don’t worry; I’m not actually deluded enough to believe they – you? – exist) will know that I have a tendency to rail against the excessively bleak and self-pitying in literature, against those writers who seek to generate sympathy through mopiness or edginess through
