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).
Jo Walton’s partially autobiographical ninth novel is a love letter to the books and countryside of her youth; the imaginative stories of SF and fantasy, and the magic of the Welsh landscape.