Re-Imagining the Olympics

The 2012 Olympics are over. If you weren’t in the UK you might not have been aware of just how transformative these two weeks were. That I’m even talking about it is evidence enough. Like many of my geek and writer friends I’ve often found myself in the position of fighting against the popular attention…

History Witch: Anglo-Saxon Death

I think the impulse that defines an academic nature is that one responds to difficult moments by turning to the past to see how others have coped with similar times. So still reeling from unexpected grief, I turn to history as I contemplate the ways we deal with the inevitability of parting from those we…

Six Sentence Sunday: White Rabbit

Hey, it’s been a few weeks since I did a Six Sentence Sunday. So while I’m away at Harrogate, here’s a six for you from my current WIP, White Rabbit. From early on in the story where the narrator James Draygo, disgraced detective currently working a psychic scam, talks with his would-be client, brash trophy…

Six Sentence Sunday: Chickens

My latest publication is another crime story: yes, that seems to be my groove now. I’m even going to the Theakstons Old Peculier Crime Writing Festival in July the better to network and immerse myself in the crime writing world. Should be fun, eh? My story “Chickens” takes place in 1968, when a couple of…

Know-vember: Paul D. Brazill

Welcome, Mr B, the bard of Hartlepool, the dazzler of Bydgoszcz, intoxicating scribe of darkly funny tales, like the mordantly funny but gruesome Drunk on the Moon. What’s better than a werewolf PI? How about six more rip-snorting, can’t-put-’em-down stories about Roman Dalton, all just a bargain at 99¢? Best of all, lucky number seven…