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.