Thursday, 23 April 2015

Children's Authors Live: World Book Night Event with David Almond and Annabel Pitcher

It's World Book Night, and I went off to Surbiton (which has a beautiful Art Deco train station, by the way), to chair a conversation with the legendary David Almond, and prize-winning author Annabel Pitcher. The video of the event is up: click here to watch.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

One Night, Markovitch: review

Gundhar-Goshen: dextrous
Evenin' all: I've reviewed Ayelet Gundhar-Goshen's debut novel, One Night, Markovitch, for The Telegraph. Read it here.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Philip Reeve reviews The Broken King

It's spring, and the excellent Philip Reeve has gone and reviewed The Broken King on his blog. Here is a link.

Thursday, 26 March 2015

News roundup: The Double Axe to be published by Alma Books

It's been a while since my last post: I neglected to mention that I reviewed Peter Carey's fizzing new novel, Amnesia, for The Times Literary Supplement. Last week, I spent a high-octane hour in the company of Robert Muchamore for the Daunt Books festival. Now there's a man who writes a lot of books.

More excitingly, I'm thrilled to announce that my retelling of the Minotaur story, THE DOUBLE AXE, will be published in Spring 2016 by Alma Books.

Also in 2016, the final part of The Darkening Path trilogy will come out, published by Troika.  Until then, the second part, THE KING'S SHADOW, is due to be with us very soon. It's like waiting for a baby.

Saturday, 31 January 2015

Cannonbridge by Jonathan Barnes

My review of Jonathan Barnes' twisty-turny literary thriller, Cannonbridge, is in the February issue of Literary Review, out next week.

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

January, 1795 by Mary Robinson

I don't often post entire poems: but in an idle moment I stumbled across this one, and, it being the end of January, I thought it more than particularly apt for January 2015. Mary Robinson seems to have been an interesting person: she was known as the English Sappho, and apparently was the mistress of the Prince of Wales.

January, 1795

By Mary Robinson
Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Genius in a garret starving.

Lofty mansions, warm and spacious;
Courtiers cringing and voracious;
Misers scarce the wretched heeding;
Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding.

Wives who laugh at passive spouses;
Theatres, and meeting-houses;
Balls, where simp’ring misses languish;
Hospitals, and groans of anguish.

Arts and sciences bewailing;
Commerce drooping, credit failing;
Placemen mocking subjects loyal;
Separations, weddings royal.

Authors who can’t earn a dinner;
Many a subtle rogue a winner;
Fugitives for shelter seeking;
Misers hoarding, tradesmen breaking.

Taste and talents quite deserted;
All the laws of truth perverted;
Arrogance o’er merit soaring;
Merit silently deploring.

Ladies gambling night and morning;
Fools the works of genius scorning;
Ancient dames for girls mistaken,
Youthful damsels quite forsaken.

Some in luxury delighting;
More in talking than in fighting;
Lovers old, and beaux decrepid;
Lordlings empty and insipid.

Poets, painters, and musicians;
Lawyers, doctors, politicians:
Pamphlets, newspapers, and odes,
Seeking fame by diff’rent roads.

Gallant souls with empty purses;
Gen’rals only fit for nurses;
School-boys, smit with martial spirit,
Taking place of vet’ran merit.

Honest men who can’t get places,
Knaves who shew unblushing faces;
Ruin hasten’d, peace retarded;
Candor spurn’d, and art rewarded.