Monthly Archives: December 2017

I was going to mardle on about what a shit year 2017 was, but have instead decided to show a bit of class and post this ditty from Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Alfie, to his friends);_ In Memoriam (Ring out, wild … Continue reading →

Last Billy, and it’s a good ‘un.

A review that originally appeared in Black Static #10:- Brian Keene: Castaways (Leisure paperback, 285pp, $7.99) When I heard that Brian Keene was writing a novel inspired by (and a tribute to) Richard Laymon’s oeuvre and it was called Castaways, my initial … Continue reading →

Not usual Trumpetville fare, but I have a soft spot for Hugh Jackman.

…to all the readers of this blog. May you both get everything you wish for. End transmission.

Only two days to go, and this is my wish for all of you.

A review that originally appeared in Black Static #10:- David Moody: Hater (Gollancz paperback, 232pp, £9.99) Moody is one of those Cinderella stories the world of publishing throws up every now and then, to keep the rest of us sweating over our … Continue reading →

I can’t remember much about the original and have a vague feeling that I didn’t like it that much, but this looks like it could be fun.

A review that originally appeared in Black Static #5:- THE GRIN OF THE DARK BY RAMSEY CAMPBELL Virgin paperback, 341pp, £7.99 Tubby Thackeray was a star of the early silent films and a stage performer whose madcap antics were reputed … Continue reading →

A classic of sorts.