The poet and playwright on queer classics, cinematic TS Eliot and the comforts of a ghost story
Joelle Taylor
Friday 17 October 2025
My earliest reading memory
I was around five when my mum first pulled out Clement C Moore’s The Night Before Christmas, a bumper blue book with vivid illustrations. There was such suspense in the poem, such inexorable music, the sonic possibilities matching the mystery.
