‘For all its reputation as a hotbed of cultural advance,
the Sixties was no great sponsor of fiction.’
— Jonathon Green, Preface to the 1997 Edition of Groupie by Jennie Fabian and Johnny Byrne.
I WONDER IF the above astonishingly …
‘For all its reputation as a hotbed of cultural advance,
the Sixties was no great sponsor of fiction.’
— Jonathon Green, Preface to the 1997 Edition of Groupie by Jennie Fabian and Johnny Byrne.
I WONDER IF the above astonishingly …
Kurt Browski, built like a shit brickhouse and just as solid. A cop out of Manhattan
South, he was having a bad day.
Much like most days.
His heritage was East European but contained so many strands, not even his …
Sometimes it still surprises even ME that there’s a book one. The concept
for Grease Monkey has been with me for a pretty long time (15 years as I
write these words) and the published version has been around for …
The third issue of Heliotrope brings the first editorial and in our opinion the best issue yet. It wasn’t easy as we were publishing as we were struggling with our identity; foolhardy to some, but me and Damon both agree
…I remember the first time I came across The Melancholy of Anatomy on the shelf in a local bookstore. The cover showed twin severed child heads, cheeks and necks webbed in meandering red veins. One head had fallen, and one …
In the mirror above her bed, Evy had no reflection.
She sat up and the silk sheet slipped away from her breasts, exposing her skin to the cool, air-conditioned apartment. A mirror along each wall left no room for windows, …
Air like a mushroom. Dense. Pocketed with holes, moments where Jem could breathe normally. She filled her lungs, drinking in the new atmosphere, dazzled by the blue-black sky. Starlight like diamonds, winking around her feet.
The clouds were spongy. Jem’s …