Dominic Brownlow

 

Dominic lives near Peterborough with his children. He worked in the music industry as a manager before setting up his own independent label.

 

His debut novel The Naseby Horses was published in December 2019. 

Dominic tweets @DominicBrownlow

Dom's favourite novel is Climbers by M John Harrison, and his favourite novella is Grief is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter. His top poets are John Cooper Clarke and Nigel Blackwell.

The Naseby Horses

Published in hardback and e-book on 5 December 2019. 

Published in paperback on 24th August 2020. 

Paperback copies, signed when available, are on my website.

 

Also available in e-book and audio book.

Please enjoy the opening lines of The Naseby Horses...

It’s another day and a night before they let me leave the hospital. Uncle Pete picks me up in his black Rover, driving slowly over the chain of mini roundabouts that gets us out of Spalding on to the straight lonely roads of the Fens. There’s still been no word from Charlotte.

        ‘Hobby,’ he says, ducking his head to look at a small bird of prey hovering by the side of the road. The hobby drops to the ground, bouncing back into view with a field mouse locked in its talons, before disappearing low across the fields. I press my head against the warm glass, my mind weighed down with the hazy fug of medication, and watch the earth stream by in an endless blur of yellow and green and gold.

        Above stretch millions of square miles of unsullied blue sky.
 

Years ago, in my grandfather’s living room, I read that the mean radius of the earth is three thousand, nine hundred and fifty-nine miles. I remember thinking how disappointingly small this was and how anxious I became at the idea of billions of minuscule people and animals and cities being stuck to this minute green and blue ball out in the middle of space. A few months later I threw a marble out to sea on Brancaster Beach, proclaiming to my family that the marble in the sea was as proportionally irrelevant in terms of mass to the unknown mass of the ocean as the earth was to space. They had laughed and continued walking ahead, the wind tugging at their clothes as though trying to pull them into the water.

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