Until his death in 2008, the elegant novelist, living in Paris, maintained a strict schedule of idleness. He slept late, rising in the afternoons for a walk to the Café de Flore, and wrote fiction only when he felt like it. “So much beauty in the world, so few eyes to see it,” Cossery would say.


Good article - exploring the idea that procrastination might just be part of who we are…

I nailed it with that one,” he said, very quietly. “I remember finishing the painting and covering it up, because it was just too strong.


… on ‘No Woman No Cry’, a portrait of Doreen Lawrence, by Chris Ofili. 

From his recent New Yorker profile.