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
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
“The Greyhound pulled away into the thunderous summer storm, leaving in its wake a dishevelled, world-weary figure in the dark, deserted bus station.”Â
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. 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…..
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 festivalÂ
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Yes its SFI, but it could be Syria or Lebanon or Baghdad.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
available in paperback and Kindle editions from Amazon and other placesÂ
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Occasionally, when half in a daze, a single line from someone, or a song on the radio, Â 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…

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,”


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…
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. 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.