Mark Kirkbride's Blog, page 11
October 15, 2014
Nowhere More Haunted than Home: A review of Autumn in the Abyss by John Claude Smith
From the William Burroughs epigraph to the closing story that’ll make you rethink confronting the person knocking the back of your seat in a cinema, this is a collection of distinction, told in a rich, bold style with unifying themes, images and characters. It would be worth the price of admission for the title story alone, about the disappearance of poet Henry Coronado after a public reading turns into an invocation, of evil. The narrator, researching the poet’s life for a possible biography, becomes drawn into the literary mystery. Like him, you’ll be checking over your shoulder as you read.


October 8, 2014
September 21, 2014
September 11, 2014
Delighted to be interviewed by Fiona Mcvie
September 1, 2014
���Where the Horror Happens���…and some writing too
“Where the Horror Happens”…and some writing too
August 7, 2014
August 6, 2014
Highway to Hell: a review of Ceremony of Flies by Kate Jonez
The Hell-hot Nevada desert is brought vividly to life and “Kitty” and Rex are compelling company as they go on the run in this very filmic story. With great voice, strong characters, luminous prose and more flies than you could possibly swat at, Ceremony of Flies takes you on a road trip you won’t forget. Sun cream won’t be enough to save you…


July 30, 2014
Between two worlds: a review of Companions of Clay by Safeena Chaudhry
Rafiq is a young man whose consciousness is only loosely tied to his body. While outwardly in a coma in a hospital bed, inwardly he is living a vibrant dream life and able to interact with those he’s left behind in their dreams and, in a series of out-of-body experiences, spy on them in their waking lives too. What happened to put him in hospital? How can his loved ones recover from their shattered lives? The novel explores the consequences of actions, both his and theirs. Contrasted with the grittiness of London are the glimmering dreams, which are worth the price of admission alone. Take, for example, a trip down the Thames like you’ve never taken before. A beautiful dream of a book from which I didn’t want to wake up.

