Rachel Malik
@rachelmalik.bsky.social
Writes, reads, watches, worries. 1st novel Miss Boston and Miss Hargreaves - SL for Walter Scott prize. LL for V S Pritchett Short Story. Second novel, A Fire of Stalks and Feathers, coming soon I hope
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Well good luck with that
October 31, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Well good luck with that
Post you from a different era
Funnily enough I have no memory of this witchy me
Funnily enough I have no memory of this witchy me
October 13, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Post you from a different era
Funnily enough I have no memory of this witchy me
Funnily enough I have no memory of this witchy me
My parents (both dead) married on this day in 1961. She had run away to London from Shropshire. His family had fled India for Pakistan in 1947. He came to Britain in the mid-1950s as a student & stayed.
They would both have said a big fu*k off to Shabana Mahmood and those she’s trying to imitate.
They would both have said a big fu*k off to Shabana Mahmood and those she’s trying to imitate.
September 30, 2025 at 5:19 AM
My parents (both dead) married on this day in 1961. She had run away to London from Shropshire. His family had fled India for Pakistan in 1947. He came to Britain in the mid-1950s as a student & stayed.
They would both have said a big fu*k off to Shabana Mahmood and those she’s trying to imitate.
They would both have said a big fu*k off to Shabana Mahmood and those she’s trying to imitate.
An all too familiar sight
September 26, 2025 at 4:35 PM
An all too familiar sight
Serious nostalgia trip. My dad used to make deep fried aubergines on Sunday evenings which we ate with yoghurt. His were done in a deep fryer and the yoghurt was homemade. Mine are air fried with supermarket yoghurt and mango chutney. But they were pretty good.
September 24, 2025 at 5:59 PM
Serious nostalgia trip. My dad used to make deep fried aubergines on Sunday evenings which we ate with yoghurt. His were done in a deep fryer and the yoghurt was homemade. Mine are air fried with supermarket yoghurt and mango chutney. But they were pretty good.
‘Although he was getting his book out of other books, there was, just the same, a lot of hard work involved’ #ElizabethTaylorTheWeddingGroup
September 23, 2025 at 1:09 PM
‘Although he was getting his book out of other books, there was, just the same, a lot of hard work involved’ #ElizabethTaylorTheWeddingGroup
Will spare you the Baudelaire pastiches that I thought passed for poetry at the age of 16 and share my final piano report. Sometimes the unconscious is pretty bloody obvious.
(My mum also kept the letter acknowledging that lessons had been cancelled)
(My mum also kept the letter acknowledging that lessons had been cancelled)
September 17, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Will spare you the Baudelaire pastiches that I thought passed for poetry at the age of 16 and share my final piano report. Sometimes the unconscious is pretty bloody obvious.
(My mum also kept the letter acknowledging that lessons had been cancelled)
(My mum also kept the letter acknowledging that lessons had been cancelled)
Discovering that my mum kept EVERYTHING. The first part of this is a lie
September 17, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Discovering that my mum kept EVERYTHING. The first part of this is a lie
Starting my (long delayed) haircut with a coffee and almond and berry muffin. My best life
September 17, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Starting my (long delayed) haircut with a coffee and almond and berry muffin. My best life
Did someone say croissant?
September 15, 2025 at 10:54 AM
Did someone say croissant?
Someone’s come to breakfast
September 15, 2025 at 6:57 AM
Someone’s come to breakfast
Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately I can never read the phrase ‘narrow-gauge railway’ without thinking of Thomas the Tank Engine and an original story where Skarloey I think ends up locked in a shed and cannibalised for parts over time.
#TheRingsofSaturn
#TheRingsofSaturn
September 11, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately I can never read the phrase ‘narrow-gauge railway’ without thinking of Thomas the Tank Engine and an original story where Skarloey I think ends up locked in a shed and cannibalised for parts over time.
#TheRingsofSaturn
#TheRingsofSaturn
I am in Suffolk, reading #TheRingsOfSaturn drinking damson gin and watching the bats. But as of now, the moon has gone missing.
(Photo from earlier!)
(Photo from earlier!)
September 7, 2025 at 7:00 PM
I am in Suffolk, reading #TheRingsOfSaturn drinking damson gin and watching the bats. But as of now, the moon has gone missing.
(Photo from earlier!)
(Photo from earlier!)
And if I may suggest my own Miss Boston and Miss Hargreaves, two women who were very happy to let those around them think they were spinsters. See pinned thread
#SpinsterSeptember
www.scottishreviewofbooks.org/free-content...
#SpinsterSeptember
www.scottishreviewofbooks.org/free-content...
September 2, 2025 at 6:18 AM
And if I may suggest my own Miss Boston and Miss Hargreaves, two women who were very happy to let those around them think they were spinsters. See pinned thread
#SpinsterSeptember
www.scottishreviewofbooks.org/free-content...
#SpinsterSeptember
www.scottishreviewofbooks.org/free-content...
So beautiful. Saw this Dufy in Aix last year but he’s not in Fauvist mode! I have been reading a lot of Katherine Mansfield over the last year or so and she has a very Fauvist way with colour.
August 30, 2025 at 8:17 PM
So beautiful. Saw this Dufy in Aix last year but he’s not in Fauvist mode! I have been reading a lot of Katherine Mansfield over the last year or so and she has a very Fauvist way with colour.
August 30, 2025 at 7:08 AM
Just surprised this sweetie on the deck
August 29, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Just surprised this sweetie on the deck
Well I am watching #Severance and having thoughts
August 27, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Well I am watching #Severance and having thoughts
Ziggy had something close to his perfect day yesterday. A long ‘walk’ on the Heath, ball, swimming and a huge (air dried) bone (only thing missing was a little croissant theft)
August 18, 2025 at 6:21 AM
Ziggy had something close to his perfect day yesterday. A long ‘walk’ on the Heath, ball, swimming and a huge (air dried) bone (only thing missing was a little croissant theft)
