Sunday 26 May 2013

Brilliant Books, No Comment


I've been so busy with other writery things recently that I've not had time to post any book reviews here. And annoyingly that's clashed with a period when I've read tons of good books that I wanted to review, as I thought they deserved some praise (I've not been too busy to stop reading, obviously. The important stuff still gets done...)

Anyway, I've come to the reluctant conclusions that I'm not going to catch up. You'll just have to do the reviews in your head - it's like audience participation. But I'll just say that each of the below is well worth a read:

Among Prey - Alan Ryker. I said his last book was his best book, but now this is.

Delphine Dodd - S.P. Miskowski. Scariness in a novella set in the same world as Knock Knock.



Attic Clowns 2 - Jeremy C. Ship.  Four stories, each of which might give you  Coulrophobia.

The Iron River & Other Stories - Tony Rabig. *Makes Twilight Zone noise*


The Accord - Keith Brooke. Mind-bogglingly good head-fuck science fiction.

Love Songs For The Shy & Cynical - Robert Shearman. A book as good as its cover.

See, I told you I'd read a lot of good books.

Monday 20 May 2013

Vortex


A quick heads up on a new book that might be of interest. Regular readers will know how much I rate Robert Dunbar's fiction. Well now he's written a non-fiction book about the origins of horror, and very interesting it looks too:




They say a basis in fact underlies most legends. They say it all the time, all those Wise Elders in all those old horror films, the high priests, the scientists, the gypsy fortune tellers. On this single issue they agree unanimously. Deep currents of tradition and superstition swirl through most classic works of horror fiction. They spring from deep within us, these nightmares, these folktales. They speak of our deepest needs, the ones we have all been taught since childhood never to put into words, because dreams reveal our other face, the one we keep hidden, the Hyde to mankind’s collective Jekyll. Our most primitive ancestors never died, the ones who killed with rocks and clubs and clawing hands. No, they remain within us still. And when we sleep, they speak.

Vortex is out in paperback from Amazon (UK | US)