The trouble with classic Welsh literature, as expounded in this magisterial volume, is that on the whole it does lack vibrancy and humour, preferring to be dank and dark. The medieval minstrels, such as Dafydd ap Gwilym, Llywelyn Goch ap Meurig Hen and Bleddyn Fardd, for instance, were grim creatures, banging away in their “frontier world” about heroic defeats, loss of land and princely leaders, and the foggy complexity of feudal dynasties... Though this book lapses into appalling academic jargon (“heteroglossic”; “modern paradigms of cultural theory”; “postcolonial and gendered readings”); and while I would have welcomed a discussion of the importance of Richard Burton and Stanley Baker in the cultural firmament – none the less, it is as crammed with as many riches as a dragon’s cave. Objective, superbly researched, it is the best book ever published about my homeland.
Dopeworld: Adventures in Drug Lands
"To its credit, Dopeworld is nothing if not ambitious. Vorobyov states as much himself, describing it bombastically as ‘true crime, gonzo, social, historical memoir meets fucked up travel book’. That is a lot to cram in. If sometimes he drops the ball (the..."
— The Spectator