RELEASE DAY

On the off chance anyone missed it My new novel Passing Place came out today.  Needless to say I am very happy about this 🙂

more news on this front in the next few days

Fantasy and science-fiction collide with horror and the supernatural in a world where reality is a matter of perception…
Sonny, the doorman, drinks his brandy and tells a story of death row. A green haired girl sits in her tree and speaks of the Wolf of Winter. The Weaver of Tears cries diamonds, and the Gunslinger speaks of death riding in on desert winds. The Grey Man tells of his soulless world before dancing with his mop once more. In the kitchen the chef bends casually to make the greatest sandwich in the world. And the devil behind the bar tells tall tales while he pours you a drink.
Welcome to Esqwith’s Piano Bar and Grill. Where the impossible is the everyday and reality is just a matter of perspective. Even the cat has a story to tell…
An impossible place that bridges dimensions and time itself. A place where stories are told and retold anew. A place where something lurks unseen, something from the void, something dangerous, something hungry, something red…
On kindle and in paperback.

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Passing Place

No longer coming soon ,, its almost arrived ….

“The Greyhound pulled away into the thunderous summer storm, leaving in its wake a dishevelled, world-weary figure in the dark, deserted bus station.” 

Richard is a man come to the end. Grieving after the death of his wife he has travelled the back roads of America in the search for an answer to that most impossible of questions. Why?  Looking for that answer in all the wrong place.
In a Hicksville town in the western desert, he answers a want ad for a piano player and finds himself in the Passing Place, an impossible bar,  where the patrons all have stories to tell…
Sonny, the doorman, drinks his brandy and tells a story of death row.  A green haired girl sits in her tree and speaks of the wolf of winter.  The Weaver of tear’s,  cries her diamonds, and the Gunslinger speaks of death riding in on desert winds. The Greyman tells of his soulless world, before dancing with his mop once more.  While in the kitchen the chef bends causality to make the greatest sandwich in the world,  and the devil behind the bar tells tall tales while he pours you a drink.
Welcome to Esqwith’s Piano Bar and Grill… Where the impossible is the everyday and reality is just a matter of perspective. And even the cat has a story to tell…
An impossible place that bridges dimensions and time itself. A place where stories are told and retold anew, and a place where something lurks unseen, something from the void, something dangerous, something hungry, something red…

Fantasy and sci-fiction collide with horror and the supernatural in a world where reality is a matter of perception…
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Passing Place , Authors notes ,and Playlist

Authors notes.
This is a novel about many things, but more than anything else it is a novel about stories. The ones we tell, the ones we here and the ones we all know. How they influence our lives and our perceptions of the world around us. How they teach us about ourselves.
I have begged, borrowed and stolen ideas from other tellers of tales, because that’s what writers do, we are all thieves of the rich history of tales which permeates human culture. The good ones, of which I can only hope I am, add to that which they steal and make it their own. The truly great ones, which I can only aspire to be, do this so well that they become the source of the tales they tell for a new generation.
In this tradition, the tradition of literary thievery, I have plundered here and there a few tales, true and imaginary. I won’t be telling which is which, but if you want to know more about anything within these pages the internet is at your disposal.
I am at heart, an honourable thief of stories, however, if I steal from the real world I try to stay true to the source. If I steal from other tale-tellers, I try not to twist their visions round too many corners. The eagle-eyed reader will spot some of the references to my plunder. Many are hidden in plain sight after all.
Moorcock, Gaiman, King, Pratchett, Verne, Wells, Orwell, Gemmell, Adams, Bradbury, Eddings, Gibson, Holt, Rankin and many more have been subjects of my thievery. My thanks then to them, tale tellers all. Without which none of this would be possible.
Beyond artists of a literary kind, there are others who tell tales. The ones who set them to music and sing the words, weaving their tales with sound walls of passion and grace. Without them this novel more than most would be a poorer tale.
It was written over the course of five years, somewhere in the middle of writing it, I wrote Cider Lane, my first novel, a tale which had much to do with silence and silences.

Passing Place, on the other hand, is a tale which has much to do with music. As such it comes with a playlist of songs, one for each chapter, from those other tale-tellers who influenced this tale…..


Playlist by chapter



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Passing place short #3

The shaman walked around me
Circling slowly
Shaking medicine bag and rattle stick
Pushing my head over fire
I breathe deeply of the smoke
He circles again
The world shrinking
Becoming the smoke around me
Choking, cloying water to my eyes
His chants go on
His voice is as far from me as
Names to bring the spirits close
To guide the boy to manhood
Anguta,,,,,,
Sedna,,,,,,,,
Akna,,,,,,,
Agloolik,,,,,,
Pinga,,,,,,
Aningan,,,,,,,,
Qailertrtang,,,,,
Agnooka,,,,,,, Weaver of Tears
Her name fills my mind
I call out her name, and know not why
The voice is not mine
The words of the shaman lost to her calling
A new voice filled the air

“Come to me,”
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Kheris Burning, book review

Not done a review for a while but stumbled over this gem in Stockton SFI festival a year after I read the original 4 novels by C.G.Hatton, which are reviewed way back in this blog about a year ago
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So having read the new one I thought I would revisit reviewing to review her latest novel. Which was once more a joy, as was chatting with the author last month at the festival 

 
Kheris Burning by C.G. Hatton

C.G creates the world of Kheris and the early life of one of her core characters as vividly as the universe she has created in the thief guild novels.

It is no easy task to write a book which is in effect YA fiction when you normally write novels aimed at an adult or mainstream audience. Not that I would not recommend the Thieves Guild series to YA readers, I would recommend them to anyone, but as a starting point for a YA reader, Kheris Burning is wonderful.
But more than that C.G. pulls off a trick which the best YA fiction, and indeed the best fiction, in general, aspires to achieve. Wrapped up in a story of adventure, of the coming of age and struggling against impossible odds is a vision of a life more complex. An ingrained truth and insight into the human condition. 
Yes this is SFI, but like all great SFI it tells us something of the real world and the experience of those who live within it.
This is a story of a street kid, in a war-torn land, trying to survive while been pulled by both the oppressors and the oppressed. The forces of the empire and the forces of the rebellion. The occupying army and the freedom fighters, and used by both. 
The street kids are seen as recruits in waiting for the rebels who’s goals are never so much about the freedom of the people, but who wields power over them. 
Yes its SFI, but it could be Syria or Lebanon or Baghdad. 
What on one level is an adventure story, is on another is a truth of the disenfranchised trying to survive in their bombed out cities. Knowing neither side is on their side and trying to get what little they can from each. It is a world that is, sadly, grounded in reality. Though the novel is written with the lightest of touches so you only realise these facts when you put the novel down a moment and think upon it.
And that is the trick. 
While you read C.G’s novel you learn a little of the realities of dispossessed because she realises it within the world she creates. 

In short, as I have failed to be, read it. Enjoy it (and you will) and take from it what you will. It is both a joyously fun read, and a window into the darkest corners of the real world because it is so well written. 


available in paperback and Kindle editions from Amazon and other places 
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I blame Rod Stewart

Occasionally, when half in a daze, a single line from someone, or a song on the radio,  sends me off on a bizarre train of thought that has no logic or reason to it. This happened a few nights ago…

I am now trying to write a script for a radio play about a former miner, who following the strike in the 1980’s went through years of restart programs, job seekers training, and general discordance. The retraining courses never amounted to much, because doing a six-month course in electrical engineering or plumbing doesn’t actually get you a job, so the department for education has been coming up with new, different courses for years, which are increasingly a little bizarre.
He is a tad resentful about this, and like many former miners, he blames the tories and one of their former leaders in particular.
Then one day, having been told to sign up for a course or lose his benefits, he stumbled upon a course in practical voodoo…

Six months later …
he is standing over the grave of a former Prime Minster, face painted white, with a chicken in one hand and a shovel in the other, dancing to a strange drum beat and singing
“Wake up Maggie; I think I have something to say to you ……..”

This is swiftly followed in part two by a Tory party leadership election where they elect the rotting reanimated corpse of ‘dear Maggie’ as leader….

Which leads to the inevitable question, what’s worse, Teresa May or the rotting reanimated corpse of Mrs Thatcher…

I think I need coffee…

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Passing place short #2

As part of an ongoing series on my facebook page I have been making these small excerpts of the forthcoming passing place, I intend to do one for each chapter, just because there fun and make for nice teasers. I’ll probably not get all 20 odd chapters done in the end, but we will see. For now, enjoy them for what there are, a Glimpse through the doors of the strangest bar in the multiverse…

“No, not a dream. It feels like a nightmare,” he whispered to himself, not even realising he had voiced the thought aloud.
“That’s because it is,” purred a voice near his feet. He looked down to see the cat at his heels and felt suddenly safer the moment he realised she was there.
She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, all dark eyes that reflected what little light there was, mak-ing them seem to glow in the darkness. Then she added with a tone that spoke of concern. “But not yours,”
“Whose then?” he asked uncertainly.
“Her’s,”

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Brexit and racism

‘Its Okay to be a racist again’ At least that’s the impression the world seems to have all of a sudden.
It’s a worrying trend, towards hate, isolationism and xenophobia that has been brewing all year on both sides of the pond. The rise of Trump as a political force in the zeitgeist of American politics, married with the media led foaming at the mouth among the Brexit supporters makes for a terrifying political atmosphere.
This is not to say all Brexit supporters are racists, any more than all Trump supporters are gun toting rednecks. Indeed a great many are not, they are concerned people who follow a political ethos that aligns with Trump or that of Brexit. Intelligent considered people who probably hate been associated with the racists, and have reasons of political philosophy for their views. The sovereignty of parliament, a dislike of undemocratic bureaucracy, the perception of a corrupt status quo, and dislike of overbearing regulations.
 The problem is, however, that a fair proportion ( notice I do not say a majority) of those who have pinned their flag to these causes are xenophobic, racist, often homophobic, sexist and of the far right of the political spectrum. People whose views have long been marginalised as no longer relevant in wider society, considered abhorrent and on the decline, and happily consigned to a less enlightened age which we have all grown past in the latter decades of the 20th and early 21st centuries.   
The large problem is that with the success of Brexit, the rise of Trump in America, the groundswell of anti-immigration rhetoric, it has become acceptable in the eyes of a significant portion of the population of both the UK and America to be openly racist.
“It’s okay to be racist again.” is not a made-up slogan. It’s not satire, or something I am saying to make an impact. They are words been spoken by seemingly normal people with seemingly normal views. It’s a phase used on Facebook to defend indefensible comments. It’s a phase hear on talk radio stations. Used by ‘some’ Trump supporters, and ‘some’ Brexit supporters, but more worryingly it’s an ethos that has been growing.
In the week since the Brexit vote incidents of racial harassment have been growing in the UK. The anti-imigration message put across by the like of the Daily Mail. The same Daily mail who reported a few days afterwards that
‘Police on hate crime alert over post-Brexit vote ‘racist incidents”
The same article quotes Boris Johnson saying he was “appalled” by reports of an increase in crimes of racism and xenophobia over the weekend. (since the vote)
This is the daily mail which has bene publishing head lines like the below for years. 
The daily mail has history here, it has been stirring up anti-immigration feelings for a long time as this headline from 1938 shows  ( link to Huffington post article contained)

Yes, the Mail has history here, so do other UK papers. As does Fox news in the states.

But this is not the worrying factor, we should not be worried about a rise in racism because there has not been one. No one wakes up one morning and decided to become a racist. There is no rise in racism, it is instead a rise in open racism. A rise in the willingness, or at least the perception of a willingness, of society to accept racism as a legitimate view. A belief that it’s okay to express racist views and even this is not the worrying factor.
The worrying factor is that the racists have won some political battles.
Trump rallies in the US, reminiscent of Nazi rallies in the 30’s
The Brexit vote. ( and yes I can here those who voted Leave growling at me here, but for a moment I ask them to consider this, there was only 2% in the final result. A mere 2%, so merely 4% of leave votes would have needed to vote based on racist right wing opinions to swing the result. Is it so hard to believe that 4% of Leave votes did so because of racist opinions, that the like of Britain First had no influence on the result..? I put it to you that it would be nieve to believe that.)
So the worrying factor is that those with racist views have seen their views lead to mainstream political victories. Not a council seat in the northeast. Not even a seat in the European parliament. But an actual mainstream political victory, which if only in their minds legitimises their views and makes them feel that yes, “It’s okay to be a racist.”
That, far more than the leave victory, scares the hell out of me…

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Referendums, Brexit, and we the people…

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Why do we have a parliament?
Why not just put everything to a referendum?
Let the people decide like they did with the EU?
This may seem like a strange set of questions to ask, but someone, somewhere, is asking them right now.
Here’s the thing, I dislike politicians, as a rule, I often disagree with decisions of parliament, I hate the way political parties work and the enforcement of the three line whip that colours so much of our democracy. I hate the cronyism and buying of influence by political donations. I hate first past the post, the constituency system, the lack of a truly reprehensive parliament made up by proportional representation. Yes, there is a lot I dislike about the current political system.
But I hate referendums a damn sight more.
We elect a government for a reason. We all stand in line and cast our votes and send them off to that big building in the middle of London for a reason. We proxy our democratic rights for a reason.
And it’s this.
We are stupid.  
Not stupid because we do this, but stupid in that we, the collection of individuals who make up the population, do not have the will, the time, or indeed the desire to look at issues completely in all there detail and from all sides and reach a decision based upon this. Yet in a referendum, this is exactly what we should do. Should been the operative word.
That is what we normally send our politicians to parliament for. To cover the details of the questions before them and came up with the best plan. We may disagree with the plans they come up with. They may be tinged by party bias or the political philosophies of right and left. But they still have to understand the issue or at least have access to all the facts and the ability to comprehend them.
Which is not to say the general public can’t, simply that it doesn’t, won’t and in many cases is unable to. Not everyone has a degree in politics or economics for that matter. More importantly, not everyone is intellectually suited to the task at hand, or even interested. Which is why we elect politicians, on the vagaries of political stand points. To represent us in parliament and make the decisions we can’t.  Just as we get a brick layer to build our extension or a doctor to stitch up the cut on our face, or transplant our hearts. 
And then we have referendums, where the decision lays in the hand of the rest of us. Many of whom frankly are not educated in the fine point of international systems and politics.
I personally have studied politics philosophy and economics for 5 years, and I do not pretend to be able to predict all the outcomes of the Brexit vote. Though I did at least have some knowledge going into the polling booth to cast my vote.
Many others did not.
While I don’t give undue credence to some of the stories that have come out since the vote, I personally know people who voted out to ‘stub one in the eye of David Cameron’ and because ‘ they did not think out would win so it didn’t matter, just a protest vote…’
I have listened to local radio and seen video interviews with the vox pop in Barnsley where the vote was over 75% in favour of leaving, and the prevalent reasons giving for voting to leave are often nothing to do with the EU. The refugee crisis in southern Europe is a result of the Gulf war, and a long chain of mistakes and problems the Gulf war caused.
The infamous 350million a week we pay into the EU may sound like a huge amount of money, but how many of the voters understand what happens to that money, how much we get back directly, how much we get back indirectly, how that outgoing is small in comparison to the GDP gains involved…
Sunderland, one of the first regions to report, voted out by large degrees, a city who’s largest employer is the NISSAN plant who’s existence is a result of our membership of the EU, who’s existence is now under treat along with thousands of jobs by the time you look at the knock on effect the closing of the NISSAN plant could have on other employers and the local economy.
Cornwall voted out, yet the county gets 60 million a year form the EU that they now want from other sources.
Wales one of the largest beneficiaries of EU money in the UK voted out.
Why would these three of many example vote for the political equivalent of lemmings and cliffs?
Simply because the voters do not understand all the issues, they get clip notes from both the Leave and the remain campaigns, much is decided by media influence, and it comes down in many ways to who runs the better campaign for hearts and minds.
I voted remain; my political views lean that way, but this is not sour grapes. My problem is not that I was on the losing side of a popularity contest where the voters don’t fully understand the issues involved. Its that we have the popularity contest at all.
If I do not understand all the connotations involved, with my knowledge of politics, years of study, and taking an interest in the subject. How can we expect the average voter to do so.
We elect a parliament to make the decisions for us, we chose whom we believe will be the best proxies for our views. And then we should let them get on with it.

That way we can blame them is it all goes wrong, not ourselves … 
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Passing Place shorts

As part of an ongoing series on my facebook page I have been making these small excerpts of the forthcoming passing place, I intend to do one for each chapter, just because there fun and make for nice teasers. I’ll probably not get all 20 odd chapters done in the end, but we will see. For now, enjoy them for what there are, a Glimpse through the doors of the strangest bar in the multiverse…

 The great pack, the pack of all packs gathered, and he did speak to them of his dream.

“We must seek out this golden child, this creature called the new spring, and we must rend the flesh from its bones, suck deep upon its marrow, that we shall sleep once more in our winter, go forth with tooth and claw, go forth with the guile and cunning, go forth with the fury of the howl, seek him, find him and devour” …….

…..he answered her in that same monotone tombstone cold voice.

“I am the reaper of souls, the bringer of Discordia, the death incarnate of this world. I have ridden upon a pale steed across the four corners, for time uncounted. I am the bringer of endings and despair to all. With you I would break that cycle, with you I would bring life rather than death, if but once upon this world.”
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