I went to an event in the basement of Waterstone’s, Piccadilly in which Sean Scully read from a recently published volume of his ‘Collected Writings and Selected Interviews’, published by Hatje Cantz under the title Inner last year. He claimed not to have read a book until he was sixteen, which may, or may not, be true, but is an indication that he was not taught to be a wordsmith, but writes, as he paints, with atavistic energy and records what he thinks relentlessly. He described his method in the introduction to a lecture that he gave at Oxford in 1995: ‘The way I talk is, I don’t work from notes, so I tend to search for words. It probably isn’t a good deal for you, but it is more interesting for me. It’s like my work – I try to make it somewhat experimental’. The results are linguistically raw, pugnacious and experimental.