“Many years ago, when I lived in the mini-Siberia they call East Anglia, I was aw…” — Clive Sinclair

It would be a big mistake to think that Chekhov was a natural, that he did not have to work for his effects and singular style.

I do not mean for one second to suggest that 'White Doves at Morning' was written with a movie deal in mind. Certainly not.

I can't go to bed with John Wayne, so I do the next best thing: I go to bed with my girlfriend, who once met the great man. That's how much I love westerns.

In 1935, Faber & Faber published an anthology entitled 'My Best Western Story' in which the genre's leading practitioners contributed what they considered their finest. Alas, literature the stories ain't; they appear more like fossils from a spent mine.