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”
Although highly uneven and flawed, Campbell’s rastafarian SF novel is a ferocious and dark-humoured critique of human fallibility and rapacious colonialism.
Elysium is bad science fiction on just about every level, and a pretty poor film to boot. Snowpiercer, by contrast, is a fascinating study of human social psychology in a high-stress environment.
A shower of narcissistic celebutards and vain Hollywood types gather for a party that happens to coincide with the Rapture and the subsequent end of the world? How could this go wrong?
Will McIntosh’s latest novel initially appears ugly and callous, but given time blossoms and displays its heart.
A quick update on some of my writing for other venues.
A joint review of Jeff Noon’s groundbreaking, hallucinatory, Manchester-based SF novels: Vurt (1993) and Pollen (1995).