This business of writing can present puzzles and one thing that is readily on hand to bash our heads against are those two ancient categories of fact and fiction, and the apparent certainty of their definitions until as we begin the examination the distinction melts away and we are left with words, phrases, sentences, the whole mysterious paraphernalia of the written language and we can no longer be sure of the precise nature of what is being spun. Wu Ming 1 offered a possibility: UNOs – unidentified narrative objects. We could start off with the idea that a piece of text needs some anchoring points. One such might be Iraq 2003. Another might be George W. Bush, a strange beaten sort of creature, and one prepared to do or say anything that his masters order him to say, though at the same time, he is the champion of the world, striding across the wild frontier with guns blazing. Mr Shock ‘n’ Awe. Then there is a figure sitting at a laptop – no this isn’t the writer it is the narrator. The writer skulks anonymously behind this seated figure – an all powerful puppet master apparently. But then again we know that her (or his) name is emblazoned on the cover of the book that has yet to be published. She can see it and her heart is proud.