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A quick follow-up to the previous post which also serves as an opportunity to plug the fantastic map-related service provided by the Nation...

More non- book -related posts, for the love of God, you say? Electric Halibut hears your anguished cries and rides to the rescue on his wing...

After a period of relative inactivity comprising only one authorial death in a little over eighteen months, the Curse of Electric Halibut is...

Count Zero by William Gibson. Turner is a man who Gets Shit Done. Usually the messy kind of shit the big corporate overlords don't want...

Here's the annual blog stats roundup, including graphs, if you like that sort of thing. The main headline news here is that this year (...

The Waterfall by Margaret Drabble. Jane Gray - no, not that one - is having a mixed time of it. A published poet - hooray! - but not writi...

A bit of an end-of-year tidy-up of unblogged stuff here, in particular this photo which I came across when looking at some stuff on Google P...

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.  Our unnamed narrator is a woman in her early twenties, carrying out a menial and pretty unrewarding job as pe...

Obviously I can't leave that link at the bottom of the last book post hanging, so here's an updated version of the list in that 201...

The Dinner by Herman Koch. Well, you know what they say - you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your relatives. So when Pau...

No sooner has a respectable period of mourning and scythe-sharpening elapsed after the death of Hilary Mantel than the Grim Blogger strikes...

Days Without End by Sebastian Barry. Tom McNulty is just a simple Irish country boy in the mid-19th century American west. And what is ther...