2014: it was a year in which shit happened.
A new year makes for a clean slate.
That’s the sort of thing I tell myself when I begin to feel bad about still being awake, watching terrible films, in the very smallest hours of the morning.
Two novels, with little obviously in common, from a highly prolific author – but common strands of storytelling can still be discerned.
French post-hardcore, Brighton punk ‘n roll and charismatic Cornish screamo all in one small sweaty room. TL;DR: it was great.
It’s one of those posts in which I promise to post more. Let’s see how that turns out, eh?
“At nights the centre becomes a ghost town, punctuated by enclaves of life where tourists congregate in restaurants and bars near historic museums, galleries and theatres. Elsewhere local businesses and residents are long gone”