Monthly Archives: November 2008
real at last
Climbers makes it into the Bloomsbury Good Reading Guide 100 Must-Read Books for Men.
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nova nova
Nova Swing: advance copies of Bantam Spectra’s US mass market edition arrived this morning. LP on living in the moddun world– I’ve been wondering how concerned I ought to be that I am the only one among my friends who … Continue reading
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stories
Listening to: Ry Cooder, Boomer’s Story. Reading The Atmosphere Railway, short stories by the immaculate Shena Mackay. Reviewing: The Silence Room, short stories by Sean O’Brien, from the increasingly interesting Comma Press. Wishing: that my own collection of stories was … Continue reading
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an imaginary review (5)
This novelist’s characters are like himself. They speak in clever & rounded sentences. They have caught life in a linguistic net, & found some odd fish there, & now they are going to tell you about it: not really at … Continue reading
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dying on stage
Death wanders on to the stage dressed in a kind of dusty black romper suit with a not-very-good skeleton painted on the front of it, and begins to explain diffidently how this show differs from the one he’s used to. … Continue reading
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horror needs victims
My review of Stephen King’s Just After Sunset, in the Guardian today.
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the new rays
Or should that be El Rayo-X ? Anyway, a healthy “Yes!” to this, from Infinite Thought. The image is a touch of genius, & could have been improved only by having a link to David Lindley doing “The Tubercalucus & … Continue reading
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you find ashes
This, from Ghost Light, is very shaming– One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a … Continue reading
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outsider
Between them, Maxim & his commenters make most of the basic points about Michael Crichton. I shall rather miss him. His fiction was as cheap as chips & he had none of the talent of a great popular writer like … Continue reading
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