Gravel in my Shoe

Feb 28, 2026 3:37 AM

Author:John Fuller

Gravel in my Shoe

'The only peace: to know my place

And what I now must do,

Striding with the light full in my face,

And gravel in my shoe.'

Bright, elemental and as dexterously brilliant as ever, John Fuller's latest collection takes as its subject 'our ends and our origins'. Here are songs, serenades, literary cameos, an ode to a golden anniversary, a long letter to an old friend, and two majestic sequences: one dedicated to the Welsh woman of the woods, Mary Price; the other, sun-drenched sonnets that keenly observe the natural world against 'the flavour of our own mortality'.

With wit, warmth and wisdom, Gravel in My Shoe playfully balances the light and shade of life, in full awareness of its passing but with a spring in its step nevertheless. It shows us, ultimately, that 'life is too short, but poetry's eternal'.

Reviews

The free-wheeling, conversational, frequently didactic tone suits Fuller perfectly, enabling him to comment on art as well as life.

—— John Greening , Times Literary Supplement

A significant presence in British letters

—— Michael Hoffman , The Times

Works so brilliantly.

—— Daily Telegraph

Brookner has a merciless comic gift.

—— Sunday Times

Fans of Sophie Kinsella will love this effervescent story.

—— Sunday Express

Only Emily Brontë exposes her imagination to the dark spirit

—— V. S. Pritchett

Hers...is the rarest of all powers. She could free life from its dependence on facts...by speaking of the moor make the wind blow and the thunder roar

—— Virginia Woolf

Commonly thought of as 'romantic', but try rereading it without being astonished by the comfortableness with which Brontë's characters subject one another to extremes of physical and psychological violence

—— Sarah Waters

Lambasted when it came out as irredeemably perverse and, I quote, as practically "French"'

—— A. L. Kennedy

The greatest love story ever told, Heathcliff the hero being a wild, stormy, gothic fellow who will not rest until his beloved Cathy is in his arms again, even though she died some years previously. My favourite moment comes when he bribes the sexton who buried Cathy to bury him next to her, with the sides of their coffins left open, so when they're dug up 50 years hence nobody will know which bones are his, and which are hers

—— Patrick McGrath

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