The Town Built On Sorrow: brilliantly chilling

Like Goldilocks’ porridge, this is neither too brief nor too verbose; not needlessly complicated but intrinsically clever in its composition. It pulls together two dark tales, one from the pioneer days when wagon trains headed west to start new settlements, and the other in the 21st century. The town of Hawthorn has, as the title…

The Ice Lands: literary weirdness

  Any attempt to categorise The Ice Lands is pretty much doomed. It’s a skilfully written exercise in edgy ambiguity, tantalisingly open to interpretation. It’s not ‘horror’ of the stereotypical rip / rend / spatter style, yet there’s plenty of blood spilled using most unpleasant methods. It draws on the melancholic mystery and the stark…

Wayward: a superior sequel

I didn’t much care for the opening book in the Wayward Pines trilogy. Although I appreciated author Blake Crouch’s efforts at recreating the outright weirdness of Lynch’s Twin Peaks (and I too have missed the pie scenes for many years), the first book just didn’t have enough story in it to satisfy me. This one…