Review: Matter I’m still very new to the work of Iain Banks and Iain M. Banks having only read The Wasp Factory (1984) and Consider Phlebas (1987). The latter was my first affiliation with Banks’ sci-fi work and indeed with the Culture, the vast, technological society that thrives and endures, while others fall by the(…)
Science fiction
Book Review: Rahala: An Ascension Odyssey – Jason Sullivan
Review: Rahala: An Ascension Odyssey I’d previously enjoyed Jason Sullivan’s dystopian novel, The Dark Yergall, but Rahala: An Ascension Odyssey promised something very different. Three friends – Harvey, Steve and Marcia – are in northern Arizona when they encounter a strange rock formation and witness an extraterrestrial being known as Rahala. Rahala is a peaceful(…)
Book Review: The Dark Yergall – Jason Sullivan
Review: The Dark Yergall I love dystopian novels even though they are bleak. Like sci-fi, dystopian novels speculate about what the future holds, but deliver a future that while advanced also seems frighteningly close to how we live today. Brave New World and 1984 are the best dystopian novels I have ever read but I(…)
Book review: Unwelcome bodies – Jennifer Pelland
Unwelcome bodies is a collection of, well, frankly, utterly unnerving tales. It’s rare for me to review SFF and rare for me to review short stories, so a combination of both is practically unhead of. However, Jennifer Pelland’s collection looked to be full of intriguing ideas and I wanted to try something new.
Book Review #5: Fahrenheit 451
As an aspiring author I try to write as often as possible but always remember to have a book on the bedside table. I read for many reasons, mostly the sheer joy of the pastime, but I am constantly trying to improve myself as a writer, finding worthwhile lessons in my successful peers, whether they’re(…)
Book Review: The Kraken Wakes – John Wyndham
Review: The Kraken Wakes I’m discovering new authors all the time, whether they’re recent or going back many decades. Over the years I have accumulated a worrying amount of books and reached the stage where I can’t remember what I own. From a select pile of books on my bedside table I plucked John Wyndham’s(…)