Classic Noir: Two by Elisabeth Sanxay Holding K. A. Laity

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People have been talking about Bookshop as an alternative to the ‘zon so I hopped over to set up my profile there and see what they have. Disappointingly, they have a very patchy collection. Ironically, as they sell themselves as a booster of independent bookstores, you’ll mostly find volumes from the…

Coming Soon: Bissette, Moore & Me

The cat’s out of the bag on this long-gestating project: my contribution came about from the 2010 Conference on Alan Moore at the University of Northampton that the now-sadly-departed Nathan Wiseman-Trowse organised. My presentation: Rite Here: Ritual, Performance and the Magick of Place From his first public working, The Birth Caul, Alan Moore has always had…

Murder in My High School by K. A. Laity

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This is not going to be a lurid tale; more of a puzzled one. A colleague share a link this morning about the need to compensate formerly incarcerated people for telling their stories—particularly for those events seeking to redress the criminal (literally) imbalances in the justice system. It got me…

Losing my Religion by K. A. Laity

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“I could do it,” Tony said as I started the engine. “Believe me. Easy.” I backed the Subaru up then eased away from the kerb. An old lady in a Ford pulled into the spot almost before I got out. Life in the congestion zone. “Might better open up…

Hellebore 2: Get Yours!

Issue #2 of Hellebore is out in the wilds. Get your copy here (and order the first issue, too). Jam-packed full of magic and lore. My piece is on fairies as ‘the wild gods of the land’ — of course I namecheck Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell and Graham Joyce’s Some Kind of…

Confession by K. A. Laity

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Confession K. A. Laity   I didn’t mean to kill him. Let me get that out there straight away. I know things have not been great between us and certainly there was some hostility—okay, a lot of hostility. But it wasn’t deliberate! I certainly didn’t mean to—   I…

Film for a Friday: The Scoundrel (1935)

Yes, the end of grading is in sight! Here’s an entertainment for you that manages to be both tart and sweet — or possibly leaning over into sappy a bit by the end. However, the script by Ben Hecht and Charles McArthur positively sings at its best — especially since the best of those lines…

Catching My Breath

A lie, but finals due tomorrow (technically, many already in — thanks!) and the end of grading in sight, though no end of quarantine in sight, alas. Feeling relief at all the things being cancelled, yet I am not making progress on the remaining things due! Itching to get back to Dundee, so first here’s…

Screwball: It’s Love I’m After

Yesterday I listened to the Cinema Junkie episode on screwball comedies with CineBeth and the Nitrate Diva. I was delighted to learn about films I didn’t even know in addition to some old favourites. Screwball comedy is just the thing for these stressful and worrying times: after all they were born in a time of…