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Des Dillon


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Coatbridge, Lanarkshire, Scotland
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Des Dillon was born and brought up in Coatbridge, Lanarkshire, and studied English at Strathclyde University. A former teacher, he is now a poet, short story writer, novelist and dramatist writing for radio, stage, television and film. He has taught Creative Writing at the Arvon Foundation and was Writer in Residence at Castlemilk, Glasgow, between 1998 and 2000. Des now lives in Galloway with his wife and two dogs, one of whom really did walk on the ceiling during an epileptic fit.

Average rating: 3.72 · 376 ratings · 48 reviews · 39 distinct worksSimilar authors
My Epileptic Lurcher

3.81 avg rating — 70 ratings — published 2008 — 4 editions
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Me and Ma Gal

3.88 avg rating — 51 ratings — published 2001 — 11 editions
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Six Black Candles

3.36 avg rating — 50 ratings — published 2004 — 8 editions
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Cunt: a true story

4.08 avg rating — 24 ratings4 editions
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Singin I'm No a Billy He's ...

3.96 avg rating — 23 ratings — published 2005 — 5 editions
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An Experiment in Compassion

3.67 avg rating — 15 ratings — published 2011 — 2 editions
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Monks

3.50 avg rating — 14 ratings — published 2007 — 2 editions
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They Scream When You Kill Them

3.77 avg rating — 13 ratings — published 2006 — 2 editions
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The Blue Hen

3.69 avg rating — 13 ratings — published 2004 — 5 editions
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Return of the Busby Babes

3.92 avg rating — 12 ratings — published 2010 — 5 editions
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“Aleksei was reading a copy of Great Expectations. ‘Great Expectations,’ said Yelena. ‘Are you enjoying it?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Where did you get it?’ ‘A man was handing them out.’ ‘A man was handing them out?’ ‘On Nevsky.’ ‘But why?’ said Stasia. ‘I didn’t ask him, everybody took one.’ ‘Did he ask for food?’ said Yelena. ‘No.’ ‘Money?’ asked Stasia. ‘No.’ There was a little boy on the cover. His hand was held up by a man and in the distance, a ship sailed towards the horizon. Yelena couldn’t tell if he was waving to the ship or not. As Aleksei read, Yelena sat by the window sipping cold tea and drifted. Leningrad was being stripped of all that could save her, people, guns and ammunition. It seemed like the end. But here was a man trying to feed the population with art. There was nothing he could do about their bellies but the spirit could be fed. This man, she decided, was a visionary.”
Des Dillon, Yelena's Leningrad

“All changed, changed utterly, a terrible beauty is born.”
Des Dillon, Yelena's Leningrad



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