Mark Cantrell's Blog, page 48
April 17, 2014
CITIZEN ZERO: Setting The Scene

Vice, 11 February 2014
How Private Contractors Are Profiting from Government Surveillance
NBC News, 7 February 2014
Snowden Docs: British Spies Used Sex and 'Dirty Tricks'
April 12, 2014
COMMENT: From Mother To Mausoleum

After a recent work trip to the House of Lords (his very first), Mark Cantrell was left wondering if the Mother of Parliaments isn't more like a museum or a mausoleum dedicated to a bygone age, rather than a living legislature standing up to the challenges of a modern world
AFTER the armed guards at the gate it was easy, or so I thought. I hadn't counted on the security checkpoint inside; the mugshot it scanned for...
April 7, 2014
NEWS: Award Honour For James Herbert

Horror writer James Herbert is set to continue sending a shiver down the book spine, thanks to a new literary award launched in his honour, writes Mark Cantrell
THERE'S no better way, really, to commemorate the original publication of The Rats by James Herbert – or indeed the author himself – than by creating a writing prize in his name.
The Rats, a delightfully grisly and thrilling tale of mutant vermin with a tas...
April 4, 2014
COMMENT: Stasi In Their Eyes

In the tail end years of the last Labour Government, the information commissioner warned that Britain was "sleepwalking into a surveillance society". But while we have slept, and since the Coalition crept into office on the stalking horse of a backroom deal, there h...
March 29, 2014
BLOG: The Author's Brand

THERE’S an old saying in the trade that I am rather fond of, if only because it means I can lurk safe and sound in the ‘background’: “A journalist should never be bigger than the story.”
Alas, that maxim doesn’t quite apply to the novelist.
The author of a book is rather expected to step out of the shadows and take to the podium. There, squinting in the limelight, we’re supposed to take a deep breath and promote, perform, pr...
March 22, 2014
POETRY: Wake Up And Smell The Brimstone
By Mark Cantrell
If one is Damned
Then why not embrace
Your Hell in all its fiery intensity?
Make it truly yours, and
Laugh in the face
Of demon hordes,
Pour scorn
On priestly hosts of Angels,
So-called, and mock the very face
Of Satan’s pitiful intent.
Be human, be Damned,
Live free,
Die to make a difference,
Against those who would have us all
The same.
In Hell we make our own,
In Sin, we find our freedom,
In Damnation, we break the shackles
Of those
Who’d judge us slaves.
He...
March 21, 2014
POETRY: Try This For A Triage

Here's a small selection on poems for you to mull over, while I ponder what to post next. So, don't say I nerve give you anything, after all -- there's three posts here for the price of one...
Anus DominiOpinions
Are like arseholes –
Everybody's
Got one,
But not all
Remain suitably
Airtight.
Mark Cantrell,
Stoke-on-Trent,
27 February 2007
Birthday Present
On my birthday,
I was given,
Brand-spanking new
And shiny,
A life of my very own.
I never used it.
It stayed on...
March 15, 2014
CITIZEN ZERO: Reliving The History

A million stories feed into the world created for CITIZEN ZERO, trickling into this dystopian fantasy future like tears of woe.
Sometimes, I feel like the zeitgeist is slipping away from my novel, as perhaps it should – especially given its grim themes – and then along comes some fresh media story that reminds we're living the prequel.
Okay, we're talking fiction here. It's all make believe. Sadly the same can't be said for the following stories and a...
March 11, 2014
BLOG: Owning The Goal

IT must sound a little odd for a published novelist to be saying this, but one of my prime goals for 2014 is to get back into the serious writing.
Over the last few years, it's kind of slipped away; there are times when it's felt almost like I've regressed back to becoming an aspiring writer, rather than being an active practitioner of the craft.
On the worst days, when the dark shakes have me in their grip, I fear the writer in me is gone forever.
...
February 24, 2014
BLOG: Nero Scribbling

THERE are times, I must admit, when I feel like some kind of cut-price prole Nero, twiddling a pen while Rome burns. By that, I mean here I am, worrying about writing more books and developing my literary offering while the world is going to pot.
Right now, as I ponder these words, Syria is a humanitarian hell; Kiev is burning and Ukraine is said to be teetering on the brink of civil war; Russia is failing to hide a savage homophobia behind the Sochi wint...