Jim Ballard is dead. The last decent Englishman shuffles off, to as routine and constant a threat as anything he dealt with in fiction. Read more »
Suddenly the economic chaos threatens them. Suddenly, the technological shifts put their jobs at risk. Suddenly, they realise the contempt they’re held in. And suddenly, they find no place to hide, no support, and not a shred of credibility. Read more »
Well, it’s about time I started writing again. During my recent hiatus the world has continued going to hell in a handcart, and I can’t imagine this is a coincidence. Sure, I spray venom around on CommentIsFree and elsewhere, but blind fury isn’t enough – it’s time the world learned to fear my name. Read more »