In what has undoubtedly been a cursed year, I have been thankfully kept sane by a number of things, namely films and books but also a few other outlets of frustration. Suffice to say, when you’re taking solace from a hobby for which the tagline is ‘In the grim darkness of far future, there is only war’, you can bet it has been a pretty … Continue reading 2020 Review
I’m very happy to say that my next novel, How Pale The Winter Has Made Us, is to be published in February 2020 by Influx Press. We’ve been working together on it for a long time now, and are still working out little details of formatting and planning so I won’t be saying too much here. But, suffice to say, the project has been a … Continue reading How Pale The Winter Has Made Us (Influx Press, 2020)
New Releases Happy End – Michael Haneke Faces Places – Agnès Varda The Antigone – Tacita Dean Let The Sunshine In – Claire Denis You Were Never Really Here – Lynne Ramsay I don’t get to the cinema much these days, being both skint and constantly nervous of Dolby Surround Sound which sadly gives rise to anxiety attacks. However, these are the best films I’ve … Continue reading 2018 Review
When Georges Perec was 11, he decided to wander. In fact, escape is perhaps a better description; a jailbreak from his aunt’s house on Rue de l’Assomption. He wandered Paris with who knows what planned. It was such a defining experience for the writer that he later composed a text surrounding the feeling of release and the places he encountered on this lost meander called … Continue reading Georges Perec Escapes
I’m very happy to say that my first fiction book has been taken by the wonderful guys at Influx Press. Mothlight is due to be released on the 7th of February 2019. I’ve spoken publically a few times about this book in the earlier stages of its writing and editing under its original title of “A Hauntography” but, with its new name (a nod towards … Continue reading Mothlight (Influx Press, 2019)
A man dances in a wasteland. It is a damp, empty landscape of grey, sticky mud. A burst tire lies next to a large pool of water where the man has parked his cheap car. Paris tower blocks rise depressingly in the distance; this is the very edge of the city, forgotten vistas where no one bothers to visit. And yet the man dances. At … Continue reading The Wastelands Série Noire (1979)
What can Georges Perec see out of the window? He’s sat as usual in Café de la Mairie, 8 Place Saint-Sulpice in the 6th arrondissment, hunched at his favourite single table by the window. More importantly, he’s looking outside. Life in the Latin Quarter is passing by outside as always; it never really stops, merely lulls. On his small, plastic coated table, he has a … Continue reading A Wander With Georges Perec
Celluloid Wicker Man 