![]() While he talks about his fondness for how the sweetie dispensers’ “rampant kitsch” combines with an impressive design quality and makes me laugh by describing how he paid one of his three sons hard cash to Blu-tack them all precisely to their display cabinet so that they didn’t tumble when the front door slammed, I’m struck by how helpful his passion for collecting and the objects of his zeal are in considering his novels. “Every single one of them is chosen because I find it charming or beautiful,” he explains, “because you can buy bulkloads of them on the internet but you’ve got to fall in love.” There are the tiny, beautifully detailed items of dolls’ house furniture the pile of stones on his mantelpiece that forms the start of a miniature drystone walling project and, primus inter pares, his array of Pez dispensers, his oldest and most treasured collection. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Max Porter is taking me on a tour of his house that, because he is in Somerset and I am in Kilkenny, necessitates him picking up his laptop and angling it towards the collections that are his pride and joy. ![]()
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