I’m a huge fan of the short story, and I try to read as many as I can each year, this year has been another great journey into this world. I also find that short story collections (single-authored ones) are also a great way to discover new talent, a way to test drive a creative
STORGY’s Novella of the Year 2021 ‘Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke is a masterpiece of disturbing fiction, utterly beguiling and beautifully horrific. Eric LaRocca is one of the brightest minds writing horror today!’ This is the emergence of a masterful storyteller and a book that is destined for greatness – don’t sleep
There is something special about horror and dark fiction that is best seen in the short form and the novella is the key to unlocking those horrors of the mind, that lets them run free and haunt you long after the book is finished, here is my top picks of 2021 which has been a
STORGY’S NOVEL OF THE YEAR 2021 Utterly brilliant – a masterpiece of epic proportions! Well, how can one describe something so brilliant? It’s the task I have now and one that I love to do, but describing this book that traverses genre with ease is going to be a tough task, but I feel after
What a year it’s been, a year of lockdowns and new varients to the already crazy Covid 19 – but we’re not going to focus on that, instead we are going to dive into the best novels of 2021. In a year with so much crazy I was able to read a tonne of great
It is now six years since the secret disaster at Jurassic Park, six years since the extraordinary dream of science and imagination came to a crashing end – the dinosaurs destroyed, the park dismantled, the island indefinitely closed to the public. There are rumors that something has survived…. When Folio Society announced that they had
Teetering on the eve of Covid, We Need to Talk by Jonathan Crane tells the story of a woefully average mundane English town, through the eyes of the various residents. Crane perfectly encapsulates the suffocation and claustrophobia of the environment with these short stories. The result is a distinguishable insight into small-town living, tied together
Call me Pinky. My pregnant wife slipped on some afterbirth and fell down the stairs of our Napa Valley bungalow. When she gave birth to our son, William Fontaine III, he had a dent the shape of Mississippi in his forehead. That’s where his grand-pappy, his namesake, is from. We considered it a miracle. What’s
Crammed in a closet with barely space to breathe, never mind move, I’ve managed to manoeuvre myself into the most uncomfortable of positions. My knees are near enough kissing my chin, and with each passing second, the flimsy shelf I’m leaning on is seemingly another step closer to collapse. Nevertheless, I’m stuck in this shoebox
Before I went downstairs to the casino I gave Bill a call because I didn’t want to have to check in all night long. Not that I had to check in, Bill wasn’t that kind of guy, but old habits die hard. -Be safe, he said. I promised I would be safe…if I felt like
