Sunday, 1 January 2017

Happy 2017!

Wishing everyone a HOWLINGLY good 2017!

It's become a tradition. (3 times makes a tradition, right?) Every year John and I do a film tribute to end the year.

Last year we wished you a very HANNIBAL New Year...

And the year before that, we wished you a SHINING New Year.

So now here's hoping for a happy and healthy 2017!

All the best to you!

Friday, 2 December 2016

"The Curtain" rises in The Dark

I'm darkly delighted to be one of those crows on the cover of The Dark this month, edited by Sean Wallace. That's me under the letter R, soaring headlong into the unknown. Perhaps I'm heading for the ocean, to dive into the gloomy depths. Or maybe that's only in my story, "The Curtain", which is featured alongside stories by Steve Rasnic Tem, Cate Gardner and Priya Sharma.

"The Curtain" is possibly my favourite of all the stories I've ever written. It made its debut in my collection From Hell to Eternity and was later reprinted in Best New Horror 24 and Far Voyager (PS Postscripts 32/33). So it delights me no end that others like it too!

Now it's here for all to read in issue 19 of the glorious magazine The Dark.

So go on. Follow the sound of our fluttering wings. If you dare.

Monday, 24 October 2016

spiders, swans and somnambulists

It's almost Halloween. So what better time to experiment with makeup and costumes? Especially since the postman is bound to turn up just when you've finally perfected a look!

I did a few looks in the run-up to FrightFest but I didn't immortalise them here. I shall do that now.

"Awaken from your dark night..."
"I just want to be perfect."
"Satan! Come to us! We are ready!"
"And so he committed his first act of murder."

(Cabinet of Dr Caligari, Black Swan, Lords of Salem, Tenebrae)

I also made a little tribute to one of my favourite movies:

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Seaside signings!

This time next week I'll be in Scarborough, at my first Fantasycon in years. John and I are both in a few books that are launching, so I hope you'll come along to ALL the signings and buy ALL the books!

If you want to stalk me, here's where I'll be:


8 - 9 pm in the cocktail bar, I'll be signing copies of Ghost Highways at the Midnight Street launch, along with Ray Cluley, Paul Finch, Gary Couzens, Simon Clark, Terry Grimwood, Neil Williamson and Andrew Hook. Come have a drink with us, cast off your inhibitions and treat yourself to a great book! (The first of many, since we all know we're going to buy way more books than we have room for anyway.)  ;-)


12 - 1 pm in the main ballroom, I'll be at the Alchemy Press launch of Something Remains, the tribute anthology to Joel Lane. Many of us who loved and miss Joel will be there. All proceeds go to charity.

I'll also be at the PS Publishing launch on Friday from 5 - 7 pm and at the Snow Books launch on Saturday from 2 - 3 pm, supporting John, who will be signing copies of his Vincent Price-related oeuvre. Hooray!

That's all I can think of for now. I'm sure I've forgotten something, so if you know where I'm supposed to be, please tell me! And even if I don't see you at a signing, please come say hi. It's been a slow couple of years publication-wise, but that doesn't mean I haven't been writing. There's a horror novel floating out there in search of a home, an SF novel in the works and a second horror collection waiting to be pitched (once I finish the title story). If you were kind enough to have bought From Hell to Eternity, thank you so much.  :-)

Thursday, 1 September 2016

FrightFest 16 post-mortem

Wow, what a week! What a festival, what a great time and what a great bunch of people! Ian, Paul, Alan and Greg deserve all the thanks and praise for putting together yet another amazing event. This time we all moved to the Vue in Shepherd’s Bush, which was bigger, cheaper, more comfortable and superior in almost every way to the overpriced, tourist-clogged Leicester Square. Apparently some of the “talent” were a bit snobby about it not being in the West End, and if so, that’s a real shame because FrightFest isn’t about that – it’s about horror and the love for it, and it’s for us, the fans, the people who are paying to be subjected to hour upon hour of ghosts and zombies and were-frogs. And except for the near-glacial temperatures reached in the screens at times, this was by far the most comfortable venue of any FrightFest ever.

But on to the films…

We were in the Horror Channel screen (whiplash seats D5 and 6) and Thursday got off to a rocky start with MY FATHER DIE, an opening film that many loved, but we found a bit too grim, miserable and melodramatic for our tastes. Also rather inexplicable at times. How hard can it be to find a man wearing a wolf carcass in a small backwoods town? And it’s a bit dodgy to showcase your abusive rapist murderer villain as some kind of cool baddie on his motorbike.

After that was the much-reviled CELL, which couldn’t help but be better than the terrible advance reviews had led us to believe. Yes, it’s a bit of a mess, but it had some very effective moments, particularly the opening scene of chaos in the airport. And you can never go wrong with Samuel L Jackson. It was also a delight to see Daniele Serra’s artwork adorning the walls of John Cusack’s apartment. Well done, Dani!

LET HER OUT was the final film of the day, and another disappointment. A great idea with slightly ropey execution and some very confused character motivation.

After a discouraging first day, we decided to skip the first film of Day 2 in favour of a nice meal, knowing how hard it is to get proper food during the festival. So we’ll have to catch up with FROM A HOUSE ON WILLOW STREET when it comes out on disk.

THROUGH THE SHADOW was our first film of Friday – an excellent Brazilian retelling of Henry James’ Turn of the Screw. This one had superb performances, eerie photography and some great moments. I was endlessly fascinated by the shot of the drive leading up to the house, flanked by impossibly tall palm trees. Hauntingly beautiful.

Next came ENCLOSURE, which I absolutely loved. A three-hander set in the woods and starring Fiona Dourif, this was one of two films that channelled Arthur Machen superbly. I’m a sucker for anything that pits man (or woman) against nature, and ENCLOSURE put a great spin on the idea. Smart, scary, female-driven American folkloric horror and one of the standouts of the festival for me!

LOST SOLACE was another disappointment. A great idea, garbled by too many subplots, less than believable supporting characters and quite a lot of unnecessary melodrama at the end. A shame.

But then there was PET! A beautifully done psychothriller that isn’t at all what it seems. Dominic Monaghan and Ksenia Solo are both excellent and the film is a masterclass in subverting expectations. Don’t read anything about it – just see it!

The night ended with THE SIMILARS, a Mexican tribute to The Twilight Zone and a truly mind-blowing slice of weirdness. I guarantee you’ve never seen anything like this before. The OTT Bernard Herrmann-esque score was the icing on the cake and it will soon be in our soundtrack collection.

Saturday’s opener was THE REZORT, described as “JURASSIC PARK with zombies”. My eyes tend to glaze over at the mention of zombies (hasn’t it all been done already?), so our plan was to give it 30 minutes and if we weren’t grabbed, we’d have another nice meal instead. However, this was a surprise hit. There’s more to it than the gimmick of the concept and it’s well made, well written and well acted, with some wonderfully biting social commentary. What appear at first glance to be stock cliche characters reveal more depth as we go on and the chaos that ensues is entertaining and satisfying. Great fun!

Alas, we probably should have skipped ABATTOIR, an adaptation from a graphic novel that sounded good on paper but didn’t translate well to the screen. We were confused throughout, and bored of all the CGI ghosts by the end. I’m a fan of Darren Lynn Bousman’s SAW sequels and REPO: THE GENETIC OPERA, so I had high expectations for this one. Oh well. Maybe next time, Darren.

But THE MASTER CLEANSE was good! A quirky little gem of a creature feature – poignant and original. I’m still thinking about the ambiguous ending days later.

Next up was THE CREATURE BELOW, another one we weren’t sure of going in, and another we were prepared to leave after half an hour if it didn’t grab us. And this is the reason we didn’t eat all day! Made on what can’t even be called a shoestring at the staggeringly low cost of £12,000, and by the filmmakers’ own admission that it was overly ambitious, this is truly a “labour of Lovecraft”. HPL is alive and well and living in the suburban north of England. A valentine to tentacled beasties and a tribute to those black seas of infinity, this one is deserving of all your love.

And speaking of love, there was a lot of it for THE LOVE WITCH, a gorgeously shot Technicolor dream. The lead actress wouldn’t be at all out of place in a giallo. I adored the visuals (the sets, costumes, makeup and photography were all sublime), but I did feel it went on a bit too long. Still, the whole thing was written, directed, produced, edited, designed, costumed and scored by Anna Biller, so she gets major points for that. It’s quite an achievement. The film belongs in a lavish frame in a museum of moving images. Just gorgeous.

The remake of BLOOD FEAST was the final film of the day and it recalled the disastrous showing of TULPA a few years back, when the audience was in stitches over the unintentionally hilarious bad dubbing. And there were howls of laughter for this one too. Robert Rusler was excellent, despite some bewilderingly dodgy dialogue (“my helpful bipeds”), and there were so many moments of comedy gold that weren’t meant to be funny at all. Oh dear.

Sunday morning opened with DOWNHILL, a Chilean flick by the man who gave us the unwatchable screamy, rapey HIDDEN IN THE WOODS a few years ago. I hated that film. And when DOWNHILL hinted at veering in a similar direction (boyfriend’s camera leering at the leading actress’s bottom while menacing locals do the same, then grab her arse), we decided we’d had enough and went to get some food. A wise choice, it seems, since very few people had anything nice to say about it afterwards. Why was this clogging up the main screen when there were far more deserving films in the Discovery screens?

Up next was LET’S BE EVIL, a POV piece using AR glasses, set in a futuristic facility for gifted children who aren’t what they seem. Entertaining if a little predictable.

BROKEN wasn’t our kind of film at all. Well made and well acted, but the third act went a bit off the rails and didn’t really fit with what had gone before.

It was time for more Machenian myth and magic with CROW, a film described by the director as a “Welsh WICKER MAN”. I bloody loved this one and it vied with ENCLOSURE for my top spot, knocking PET out of second place. It’s a beautifully photographed hybrid of Welsh and Native American mythology, a glimpse behind the veil. I can’t wait to see it again.

From the sublime to the ridiculous, BAD BLOOD: THE MOVIE ended the day on a high note, with a manic tale of were-frogs. The filmmakers originally wanted to do a werewolf film, but didn’t have the budget, so rewrote it for amphibians instead. A wise move, as they’re probably the only Google hit for “were-frogs”! Wildly entertaining, with great FX. Good fun!

Monday got off to a bang with THE WINDMILL MASSACRE, a great old-school horror film that feels like a lost 80s slasher done really well. There’s even an Agatha Christie vibe in the setup – a busload of tourists, each with a dark secret, fearing and mistrusting one another when they’re trapped in an old windmill. Wonderful stuff.

MAN UNDERGROUND was an unusual and accomplished character piece, with endearing performances and an eerie and ambiguous ending. Very subtle and well made, and proof that you don’t need loads of cash to make a solid film.

Next was DIRECTOR’S CUT, a hilarious satire on the modern crowd-funding filmmaking industry by Penn Jillette and Adam Rifkin. A true “meta” film and the first filmic equivalent to the story-in-the-footnotes style of Pale Fire and The Athenian Murders I’ve seen. Well worth a watch!

BLOOD HUNTERS was fairly entertaining, even if it couldn’t really live up to the promise of its strange premise, where a woman wakes up in a facility to find she’s 9 months pregnant. But showing your protagonist shooting up and then yelling at her kid early on is never going to endear her to me, so I’m afraid I wasn’t too invested in her fate and I felt sorry for the creatures.

There was a lot of buzz surrounding the final film, TRAIN TO BUSAN. I didn’t imagine it could possibly live up to the hype. But OMG – believe the hype! This is what is meant by the term “movie magic”. I was completely disconnected from reality for the whole of its 2-hour running time. It’s outstanding – probably the best zombie movie I’ve ever seen. Scary, exhilarating, moving and never lets up for an instant. And yes, there were some tears at the end. Just stunning in every possible way. And our “whiplash” seats made it even more intense, almost like seeing it in 3D. It was actually weird going home on the train to Bristol the next day. I kept expecting to see those terrifying, raging zombies. And I kind of missed them.

But not as much as I missed the festival in general. And our friends. It was impossible to say goodbye to everyone at the end, but fortunately we have Facebook and Twitter! It’s always fun reading other people’s accounts. Especially as we now have so many screens and you can’t see everything, it’s possible for different people to have entirely different FrightFest experiences, with no crossover at all.

My Top Films:


Special Thana Niveau FrightFest Awards:

Best Actress: Fiona Dourif (ENCLOSURE)
Best Actor: Dominic Monaghan (PET) 
Best Supporting Actress: Soo-An Kim (TRAIN TO BUSAN)
Best Supporting Actor: Tom Rhys Harries (CROW)
Best Creatures: ENCLOSURE
Best Overall Horror Moment: Hordes of zombies spilling through broken windows in TRAIN TO BUSAN
Best Score: Edy Lan (THE SIMILARS)
Best Line: “This isn’t hell – it’s Holland.” (THE WINDMILL MASSACRE)
Best Tagline: “If you love something, never let it go.” (PET)
Best Poster: For sheer retro creepy nostalgia – THE SIMILARS

And if you want to read John’s more in-depth reviews (with bonus alternate titles!), head over to the House of Mortal Cinema!

Friday, 3 June 2016

Marked to Die

If you like your horror weird and uncanny and rather mind-warping, then you're probably already a fan of Mark Samuels, a writer as deserving of a tribute anthology as any of the greats. And who better to publish a tribute to this master of the weird than Snuggly Books and editor Justin Isis?

It's called Marked To Die
: a Tribute to Mark Samuels

From the website:

It's available in two formats - a royal octavo paperback and a limited edition hardcover. The hardcover is case laminated (i.e. no dustjacket) and has a completely different cover than the paperback—that is a nightblack cover with, in snow white gothic lettering, the word “MARKITTY” written up top. Only 100 copies of the hardcover will be printed, and of these only 75 offered for sale to the public.

Mark Samuels—“the contemporary British master of visionary weirdness”, as Ramsey Campbell has called him—stands at the forefront of 21st century Horror, combining an unparalleled understanding of the Weird Fiction tradition with his own modern take on cosmic dread. An acknowledged influence on numerous writers in the field, his stories depict the isolation and despair of urban life giving way to vistas of universal alienation and, on occasion, spiritual transcendence.

Now, in this collection of original works inspired by Samuels’ writing, his characteristic themes are extended into previously undreamt-of settings: the hull of a Russian nuclear submarine headed to the heart of Chaos; the compound of a Japanese death cult with designs on the human race; a hospital run by the Men with Paper Faces; the Crying Rooms of London’s secret Reverse; the far reaches of the collapsed future and even the private thoughts of St. John of the Cross. Fed by the “strange tales” of the 19th and 20th centuries but firmly rooted in the present, Marked to Die is a digest of urban terror shot through with intimations of a monstrous Sublime.

Table of Contents:

The Shadowy Companion, foreword by Mark Valentine
Rapture, Reggie Oliver
The Golden Dustmen, Colin Insole
Canticle, Daniel Mills
White Light, White Heat, Adam Nevill
The Black Mass, Justin Isis
The Big-Headed People, DF Lewis
Attraction, John Mundy
The Early Signs of Blight, Kristine Ong Muslim
Chaoskampf, James Champagne
A Bad Un to Beat vs. The High Gate Waterman:
It’s All About the Benjamins, Brendan Connell and Quentin S. Crisp
The Language of the City, Thana Niveau
The Singular Quiddity of Merlin’s Ear, Simon Clark
The Carnivore of Monsters, Stuart Young
The Men With Paper Faces, John L. Probert
Empty Houses, Ralph C. Doege
Reinformation Theory, Yarrow Paisley
Prison Inquieta, Jon Paul Rai
Slag Glass Lachrimæ, David Rix

Monday, 23 May 2016

John Llewellyn Probert's A-Z of Books

Today my blog is being hijacked by John Llewellyn Probert. Take it away, JLP!


Jonathan Carroll, Michael Moorcock, Christopher Fowler, R Chewynd-Hayes, Ramsey Campbell


The Illearth War by Stephen Donaldson. Certainly my favourite part 2, and it feels like a sequel even if it's the middle bit of the first chronicles of Thomas Covenant. About halfway through there's a massive battle that's just so well-described and choreographed that it remains one of my favourite ever reading experiences. More than any other book I think it's the reason I still love epic fantasy to this day.


Sourdough & Other Stories by Angela Slatter. And it's great.


Frangelico Martini with a splash of King's Ginger Liqueur. No ice.


Physical book always. Hardback. The bigger and posher the better.


The nymphomaniac from Guy N Smith's Killer Crabs. I think she was called Caroline du Brunner. See? I can even remember her name & I haven't read this book since I was 13, so she must have made an impression, and I bet she would have in real life as well. Other than that any of the sexy attractively proportioned ladies in books by Mr Smith or James Herbert. Before they met a terrible demise at the claws, pincers, tentacles or other appendages of whatever outsized freak of nature was being used as an excuse for some gory deaths and sexy interludes on this occasion. And I would have known to run the minute I heard any clickety-clicks or scratchily-scratches.


The Black Spider by Jeremias Gotthelf. I would never have thought that a book written in 1842 could have so much face exploding, rampant spider demon black pustulating boil plague spreading horror. Fantastic. Anyone interested in the roots of the genre should seek this one out and keep with it until the action really kicks in about halfway through. And it was written by a parson. A parson! I would have loved to have heard some of his sermons.


Darkness Weaves by Karl Edward Wagner. All his Kane books are brilliant pieces of epic fantasy but this might just be the best. Wagner's skill at economically setting up plot and backstory is so good it should be taught on writing courses. For all I know it is.


It's going to be around 1996 when I started reading again for the first time in ten years. University education & post-graduate training had meant I felt guilty if I picked up any book that wasn't a textbook ( a very common occurrence amongst my peers as well - isn't that a shame?. Stephen King's Desperation got me back into reading, then Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast trilogy, and I haven't stopped since.


DJSturbia by David J Schow.


Pretty much everything is fair game, but I stay away from YA & children's books (the appeal of Harry Potter to adults remains a bit of a mystery to me). There's too much grown up stuff out there to read. And I don't mean The Sucking Pit or Lobsters Out Of Hell. Oh but I do really, don't I? Hey I never said I was perfect, and if I prefer Guy N Smith to J K Rowling that's my plate of dressed crab.


One of Steven Erikson's marvellous 1200 page plus Malazan Book of the Fallen epics like The Bonehunters or Reaper's Gale.


Eat Them Alive by "Pierce Nace" (who WAS he / she? We shall probably never know). If you're not nodding in agreement then you've obviously never read this one. Not that that's necessarily a recommendation. I've only read this infamous paperback once and yet I can still remember most of its hilarious, ludicrous plotline, the terrible antics of the guy determined to get revenge on some criminal gang for his castration by using giant killer preying mantises (mantides?), led by the one he christens Slayer, who gets to ride in the front seat of his jeep so that the mantis feels special. Gosh, there seem to be a lot of monsters on the rampage books in this list, don't there? I had no idea they'd made such an impression on me.


13. More on the way. Or they're all going to have to be made taller!


The Monster Club by R Chetwynd-Hayes (more monsters!)


In a wingback oxblood leather armchair.


"They shook hands with Henry, slit his throat, attached brown blood and breath bags to his wheezing lungs and dribbling arteries, snapped the bone, cut the remaining sinews and lifted his head clear of his body and straight into a preservation tank."

from "Bloodthirsty" by Martin Waddell in The Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories
One of my favourite comedy horror tales ever.


Probably that when I was a bit younger I felt the need to spend far too much time persisting with reading books many people considered classics when all I was doing was having the dullest and / or most miserable time imaginable. I even read some of them twice just to make sure I didn't like them. Some people will stare aghast and open-mouthed if I mention any titles, so I won't.


Actually it's Steven Erikson's Malazan Book of the Fallen series - I've read the first eight and have the final two-volume massive 2000+ page finale to go.


The Woman Who Married a Cloud: The Collected Short Stories of Jonathan Carroll

Behold the Man by Michael Moorcock

The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester


Michael Moorcock


Centipede Press are bringing out six classic John Blackburn novels including Nothing But the Night and A Scent of New Mown Hay, all in gorgeous collector's editions. I cannot wait.


Buying lovely posh limited editions of books.


The 27th Pan book of Horror Stories


The Anatomist's Dream by Clio Gray


The Alabaster Hand by A N L Munby