As I work my way through an anthology – any anthology really – I almost always find myself struck less by the individual stories I’m reading and more by the overall picture that is painted; the set of concerns to which each writer contributes… As I work my way through an anthology – an
‘What disgrace! What humiliation!’ Peirene kneels in front of the fire place in our front room. She dips her hands into the cold ashes, then rubs her cheeks. ‘The shame, the shame,’ she wails, rocking back and forth. I’m watching the spectacle in stunned silence. ‘What have you done to
This month we have an astonishingly broad sweep of countries, languages, cultures – and Riveting Reviewers! Along with old hands West Camel, Mika Provata-Carlone, John Munch and Aneesa Higgins, we welcome, in no particular order except the alphabetical, Patrizia Crivelli, Ewa Sherman and Lizzy Si
Ari Thór Arason is back in this sixth novel in the Dark Iceland series; back in his old job in Siglufjörður in the far north, having failed to get promotion to inspector; back with his old boss Tómas, who’s been sent north to investigate a suicide that might not be a suicide after all; and [&h
Nicola Lagioia’s Ferocity claims to belong to a counter-tradition of fiction as an anti-story, of narratives transcending and transgressing the boundaries of authorship and readership, of perception, consciousness and plotline. Rawness and the exposure of humanity in its starkest nakedness are Lag
