Monday, 5 April 2010

Book Review: Apartment 16 by Adam Nevill


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"In Barrington House, an upmarket block in London, there is an empty apartment. No one goes in, no one comes out. And it’s been that way for fifty years. Until the night watchman hears a disturbance after midnight and investigates. What he experiences is enough to change his life forever.

"A young American woman, Apryl, arrives at Barrington House. She's been left an apartment by her mysterious Great Aunt Lillian who died in strange circumstances. Rumours claim Lillian was mad. But her diary suggests she was implicated in a horrific and inexplicable event decades ago."

"Determined to learn something of this eccentric woman, Apryl begins to unravel the hidden story of Barrington House. She discovers that a transforming, evil force still inhabits the building. And the doorway to Apartment 16 is a gateway to something altogether more terrifying...

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Press a successful author into advising young hopefuls on the tricks of their trade and as often as not, they proffer something along the lines of this little gem: write what you know. Let's put aside for a moment the fact that Adam Neville has written nine erotic novels under the name Lindsay Gordon. His second horror novel, after the occult thriller Banquet of the Damned, is the dark and disturbing tale of a porter working the night shift in Barrington House, an upmarket block of flats in the west end. This much Neville certainly knows, having worked "from 2000 to 2004 [as] both nightwatchman and day porter in the exclusive apartment buildings of west London," and so it's no surprise that Apartment 16 is an authentic depiction of life as a dogsbody for a block packed full of the privileged and the pompous.

Seth and Apryl are neither. An impoverished artist moonlighting as the night porter in Barrington House, Seth lives in a seedy flat above the Green Man pub; Apryl, meanwhile, is an alternative thirtysomething American newly arrived in London to sell off her late great-aunt's flat. The narrative of Apartment 16 is cleanly divided between these two characters. Largely without exception, you get a chapter in the company of each, and though their respective paths don't cross until surprisingly late in the game, their neatly competing perspectives play off one other well. In one, you learn of a problematic flat covered in creepy paintings; in the other, you hear about an infamous Satanic artist who vanished decades ago. That it takes so long for Seth to meet Apryl creates a tension in the narrative that's almost unbearable.

Indeed, reading Apartment 16 is a tense and uncomfortable experience for the duration - and at nearly 500 pages, Nevill's second novel is by horror standards fairly substantial. But for all its length, the narrative flies by. The pacing isn't perfect - a few relatively pointless diversions early in the second act don't do much to add to Apartment 16's primary thrust - but the author evokes the dank and desperately unpleasant atmosphere of Barrington House so effectively that you'll be whipping through chapters just to see the back of the place.

The supernatural goings-on in and around the luxury apartment block are one thing - one creeping, dreadful thing, at that - but perhaps the book's most memorable moment has nothing whatsoever to do with hauntings or monsters or anything along those lines. In a pivotal, all-or-nothing moment, Seth is attacked by a trio of vicious young thugs on the streets of London; thugs who don't seem to want to mug him so much as indulge in a random act of horrifying violence. It's a truly terrible sequence, blunt and brutal, that sets the misbegotten nightwatchman off down a road from which there's no return, as well as marking Apartment 16's descent into darkness.

Seth and Apryl's last visit to the titular apartment isn't pretty, you can be sure of that much, and though the narrative ends on an appropriately bleak note, Neville rather dulls the impact of his novel's climactic last throes by ushering a rush of revelation from a sudden new narrator (to say any more about whom would be to give the game away). That aside, there's a great deal to appreciate in Apartment 16, not least a terrific sense of tension, an antagonist wrought from the stuff of nightmares and no short supply of moments of utter, open-mouthed terror and discomfort.

And isn't that what horror novels are all about?

Whatever you do, don't read Apartment 16 before you turn out the lights and head for bed. But do read it.
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Apartment 16
by Adam Nevill
May 2010, Pan

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Sunday, 4 April 2010

The BoSS for 04/04/10

This week in The BoSS, communists and Nazis run rampant in the Russian underground of the future, epic space opera now conveniently collected in a single volume, baby's first Trudi Canavan (always hard to resist the urge to write Caravan), and a wolf. Who owns an angel. A Wolfsangel, you might say.

All that, and much more besides!

Click through to read Meet the BoSS for an introduction and an explanation as to why you should care about the Bag o' Speculative Swag.

Read on for a quick look-see at some of the books - past, present and future - you can expect to see coverage of here on The Speculative Scotsman in the coming weeks and months.

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Metro 2033
by Dmitry Glukhovsky


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
18/03/10 by Gollancz

Review Priority:
3 (Moderate)

Plot Synopsis: The year is 2033. The world has been reduced to rubble. Humanity is nearly extinct. The half-destroyed cities have become uninhabitable through radiation. Beyond their boundaries, they say, lie endless burned-out deserts and the remains of splintered forests. Survivors still remember the past greatness of humankind. But the last remains of civilisation have already become a distant memory, the stuff of myth and legend.

"More than 20 years have passed since the last plane took off from the earth. Rusted railways lead into emptiness. The ether is void and the airwaves echo to a soulless howling where previously the frequencies were full of news from Tokyo, New York, Buenos Aires. Man has handed over stewardship of the earth to new life-forms. Mutated by radiation, they are better adapted to the new world. Man's time is over.

"A few score thousand survivors live on, not knowing whether they are the only ones left on earth. They live in the Moscow Metro - the biggest air-raid shelter ever built. It is humanity's last refuge. Stations have become mini-statelets, their people uniting around ideas, religions, water-filters - or the simple need to repulse an enemy incursion. It is a world without a tomorrow, with no room for dreams, plans, hopes. Feelings have given way to instinct - the most important of which is survival. Survival at any price. VDNKh is the northernmost inhabited station on its line. It was one of the Metro's best stations and still remains secure.

"But now a new and terrible threat has appeared. Artyom, a young man living in VDNKh, is given the task of penetrating to the heart of the Metro, to the legendary Polis, to alert everyone to the awful danger and to get help. He holds the future of his native station in his hands, the whole Metro - and maybe the whole of humanity."

Commentary: Isn't that a hell of a blurb? Well, that mouthful aside - not to mention my disappointment in Shadow Prowler, another Russian export - I'm hopeful about Metro 2033. In a lot of way, it sounds a lot like Fallout the novel... with Nazis... and for good measure, communists too! Speaking of Fallout, Dmitry Glukhovsy's novel has also been adapted into video-game form, which opens the doors to a potentially very interesting experience: I'll be playing the game in parallel to reading the book. Missed the boat on that little experiment with Dante's Inferno a few months ago and I've sworn the Scotsman's oath to make up for it with Metro 2033. We'll see what comes of all that cross-media jazz shortly.

 
Xeelee: An Omnibus
by Stephen Baxter


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
18/03/10 by Gollancz

Review Priority:
2 (Fair)

Plot Synopsis: "Stephen Baxter's epic sequence of Xeelee novels was introduced to a new generation of readers with his highly successful quartet, Destiny's Children, published by Gollancz between 2003 and 2006. But the sequence of novels began with Raft in 1991. From there it built into perhaps the most ambitious fictitious universe ever created. Beginning with the rise and fall of sub-quantum civilisations in the first nano-seconds after the Big Bang and ending with the heat death of the universe billions of years from now the series charts the story of mankind's epic war against the ancient and unknowable alien race the Xeelee. Along the way it examines questions of physics, the nature of reality, the evolution of mankind and its possible future. It looks not just at the morality of war but at the morality of survival and our place in the universe. This is a landmark in SF."

Commentary: Good on Gollancz for bringing all the Xeelee novels (short of the Vacuum Diagrams collection) together into a single, seriously hefty volume, as the prolific Orion imprint did for Steph Swainston's Castle series - the better for dopes like myself who hadn't a clue where to start with the series before. Sci-fi landmark here I come! Just from the sheer size of the Xeelee omnibus, I expect it'll be slow going, but I mean to review each novel it comprises individually, so there's every chance you'll see something on Raft this month.


The Magician's Apprentice
by Trudi Canavan


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
01/04/10 by Orbit

Review Priority:
3 (Moderate)

Plot Synopsis: "In the remote village of Mandryn, Tessia serves as assistant to her father, the village Healer - much to the frustration of her mother, who would rather she found a husband. But her life is about to take a very unexpected turn. When treating a patient at the residence of the local magician, Lord Dakon, Tessia is forced to fight off the advances of a visiting Sachakan mage - and instinctively uses magic. She now finds herself facing an entirely different future as Lord Dakon's apprentice. But along with the excitement and privilege, Tessia is about to discover that her magical gifts bring with them a great deal of responsibility. Events are brewing that will lead nations into war, rival magicians into conflict, and spark an act of sorcery so brutal that its effects will be felt for centuries..."

Commentary: For some reason, Amazon readers despise this book - the winner of the prestigious Aurealis Award for best fantasy novel, no less. Which goes to show, I suppose, the pitfalls of Amazon reviews, nearly all of which decry it for being somehow... less than the trilogies it bookends. But I haven't read the trilogies! In fact, this will be my first Trudi Canavan, and I think, at the very least, reading through this mammoth fantasy prequel will be a worthwhile endeavour to see what impressions my utterly inexperienced perspective on this novel might be.

Wolfsangel
by M. D. Lachlan


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
20/05/10 by Gollancz

Review Priority:
4 (Very High)

Plot Synopsis: "The Viking King Authun leads his men on a raid against an Anglo-Saxon village. Men and women are killed indiscriminately but Authun demands that no child be touched. He is acting on prophecy. A prophecy that tells him that the Saxons have stolen a child from the Gods. If Authun, in turn, takes the child and raises him as an heir, the child will lead his people to glory. But Authun discovers not one child, but twin baby boys. Ensuring that his faithful warriors, witnesses to what has happened, die during the raid, Authun takes the children and their mother home, back to the witches who live on the troll wall. And he places his destiny in their hands.

"So begins a stunning multi-volume fantasy epic that will take a werewolf from his beginnings as the heir to a brutal Viking king, down through the ages. It is a journey that will see him hunt for his lost love through centuries and lives, and see the endless battle between the wolf, Odin and Loki - the eternal trickster - spill over into countless bloody conflicts from our history, and over into our lives."

Commentary: From what little I can glean from a few emails and the occasional chats we've had through the holy Twitter, Mark seems like a lovely chap. I'll admit it: I think Wolfsangel is a bit of a silly title, but saying that, every inch of buzz I've been downwind of as regards this fantasy debut has been hugely promising. Would that I had a little less on my plate - I can hardly wait to get started on this one.

New Model Army
by Adam Roberts


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
15/04/10 by Gollancz

Review Priority:
5 (Immediate)

Plot Synopsis: "A terrifying vision of a near future war - a civil war that tears the UK apart as new technologies allow the worlds first truly democratic army to take on the British army and wrest control from the powers that be. Taking advances in modern communication and the new eagerness for power from the bottom upwards, Adam Roberts has produced a novel that is at once an exciting war novel and a philosophical examination of war and democracy. It shows one of the UK's most exciting and innovative literary voices working at the height of his powers and investing SF with the literary significance that is its due."

Commentary: So many new authors and so little time. Well, new authors to me: I'm ashamed to say I missed Adam's BSFA award-nominated Yellow Blue Tibia. Saying that, the gent's next novel sounds equally intriguing. In fact, I've been given strict instructions from a certain someone to put down everything else I have on the stack and give this my immediate attention. And hell, if for no other reasons than that recommendation and the misbegotten strapline Adam mentioned on his occasional blog - "If Nabokov had written Bravo Two Zero" - there's every chance I'll just do that.


Of Bees and Mist
by Erick Setiawan


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
24/12/09 by Headline

Review Priority:
2 (Fair)

Plot Synopsis: "Up in the house that sits on the hill, a strange spell is brewing...

"To Meridia, growing up with her father Gabriel, who vanishes daily in clouds of mist, and her bewitching mother Ravenna, the outside world is a refuge. So when as a young woman her true love Daniel offers her marriage, it seems an escape to a more straightforward existence.

"Yet behind the welcoming façade of her new home lies a life of drudgery and a story even stranger than that she left behind. Aged retainers lurk in the background; swarms of bees appear at will, and of course, there’s her indomitable mother-in-law, Eva, hiding secrets that it will take Meridia years to unravel. Surrounded by seemingly unfathomable mysteries, can Meridia unlock the intrigues of the past, and thus protect her own family’s future?"

Commentary: I've had my eye on this one for a while, and though I was sadly unable to attend the Headline blogger party - which you can read about here and here - thanks to a lovely bag of goodies that arrived a few days later, much to my surprise and delight, I'll finally have the chance to get caught up. Sounds like a brilliant modern-day fable, right up my alley - and were I not to have so many more pressing April releases ready and waiting for my attention this month, the review priority for Of Bees and Mist would be considerably higher.


For the Win
by Cory Doctorow


Release Details:
Published in the UK on
12/05/10 by Voyager

Review Priority:
4 (Very High)

Plot Synopsis: "In the twenty-first century, it's not just capital that's globalized: labour is too. Workers in special economic zones are trapped in lives of poverty with no trade unions to represent their rights. But a group of teenagers from across the world are set to fight this injustice using the most surprising of tools - their online video games. In Industrial South China Matthew and his friends labour day and night as gold-farmers, amassing virtual wealth that's sold on to rich Western players, while in the slums of Mumbai 'General Robotwallah' Mala marshals her team of online thugs on behalf of the local gang-boss, who in turn works for the game-owners.

"They're all being exploited, as their friend Wei-Dong, all the way over in LA, knows, but can do little about. Until they begin to realize that their similarities outweigh their differences, and agree to work together to claim their rights to fair working conditions. Under the noses of the ruling elites in China and the rest of Asia, they fight their bosses, the owners of the games and rich speculators, outsmarting them all with their unbeatable gaming skills. But soon the battle will spill over from the virtual world to the real one, leaving Mala, Matthew and even Wei-Dong fighting not just for their rights, but for their lives!"

Commentary: I loved Little Brother - but then, who didn't? Here in the UK, a very similar cover art treatment shows that Voyager are clearly positioning For the Win as a successor to that multiple award-winning novel, and I don't doubt that mastermind of the Boing Boing phenomenon and veritable Warren Ellis-alike Cory Doctorow is up to the task of equaling that all-ages take on the horrors of the modern day. His subject matter here - a crisis that besets kids the world over who eke out a living farming fake gold in MMORPGs such as World of Warcraft - is certainly as arresting as the notiong of geo-caching that set the events of Little Brother in motion. Don't tell anyone, but I have a sneaking suspicion that you'll be reading something about For the Win very soon indeed...

Saturday, 3 April 2010

Film Review: Survival of the Dead


In 2005, the grandfather of zombie cinema returned to his roots with Land of the Dead, the first in what purported to be a contemporary re-interpretation of the landmark trilogy of films writer/director George A. Romero had made his name from. But Land of the Dead was a disappointment. Though not an awful film by any stretch of the imagination, it was so devoid of the provocative themes and thoughtful touches that made the likes of Dawn of the Dead so memorable that it simply melted into the collective morass of knock-off zombie cinema - a unfortunate fate indeed for a such a promising film.

Nor did its successor, Diary of the Dead, mark an improvement at all. In fact, if anything, the second part of Romero's modern-day zombie series fell short of even the minor triumps of the first. Trite, predictable and derivative, Diary of the Dead, taken alongside Land of the Dead, was a distressingly clear signal that the very innovator who had pioneered the genre was long past his filmmaking prime. It gives me no pleasure to say that Survival of the Dead continues that trend.


A retread of old ground with no new ideas to shake a dismembered limb at, Survival of the Dead has as its setting an idyllic countryside island where a population of unconvincing Irish Americans squabble pointlessly over whether or not there's any chance the undead might be rehabilitated. Two rival families, each lead by an equally ridiculous old man, have carried over their competetive heritage into the zombie apocalypse: the O'Flynns strut around Plum shooting everything that either is or might be undead, while the Muldoons hope to sustain the zombies on pigflesh and horsemeat until a cure comes along.

There's potential in the basic concept, certainly, but Romero squanders its every last drop. The no-name cast are awful without exception; the script is a blundering mess of the obvious, the insulting and the unbelievable; the plot takes so many outright stupid turns you'll have long since given up hope of the narrative improving half an hour in - and that's a generous margin. Survival of the Dead is an absolute mess of a film. Truly, it's a difficult thing to reconcile such amateurish fan-fic with the legend stood behind the lens.


A few relatively neat moments do little to save this execrable excuse for a film. Early on, for instance, there's some crossover with the characters from Diary of the Dead. And there are a couple of entertaining deaths. But exploding heads and flaregun-fun do not equal classic cinema, and Romero seems to have utterly lost sight of what it was about his groundbreaking original trilogy that made it stand out.

Survival of the Dead has no heart whatsover, and no soul. Even next to Romero's more recent, dodgy-but-decent movies, Survival of the Dead is a sad shell of a film. If ever the was a case of diminishing returns, this is the pinnacle of it. Any more of this fare and Romero will only risk injuring the enduring legacy of his original zombie trilogy. If you're at all interested in his latest, do yourself a favour: go watch Dawn of the Dead again. It doesn't get better than that.

Friday, 2 April 2010

Faster, Zombies! Kill! Kill!

Ah, zombies. Dear, dear zombies.

You can't live with them – a legion of films and novels and comic books and video games, all concerned with the dreaded undead, have clearly established that. But would you want to live without them? I know I wouldn't.

The rotting masses have a long history in popular culture, as rich and ripe as raw red meat. Particularly in literature, zombies have run amuck in one horrendous configuration or another for hundreds of years; from Shelley to Poe and from Lovecraft to Matheson, the undead have been a terror on humanity in its innocence and its ignorance for long enough now that it's truly hard to believe the bloody well hasn't run dry. And yet, ten years into the new millennium, zombies remain a going concern.

We've one man, I think, to thank for that. A man who, in 1968, reinvigorated the lumbering monsters of bygone books and budgetless Hollywood B-movies by making infectious cannibals of 'nzambi' – which is to say spirits of the dead, according to voodoo hoodoo. Night of the Living Dead changed everything. From its filthy issue the modern zombie was born, the selfsame zombie that has haunted our screens and pages since.

That is, except for one rather vital aspect. For Romero's awful army of zombies moved at a snail's pace, mindless machines bereft of both sense and, crucially, speed. As the heroine of the 1990 remake of Night of the Living Dead cleverly concludes, "They’re so slow, we could just walk right past them." The saving grace of humanity's survival in the face of the zombie menace has always been that if you were quick, and smart, you could always outrun them.

These days, if you see a zombie, your chances of physically outstripping them are... well, let's be honest: they're not great. When the hordes rise up, we’re done for.

Where's the fun in that?

There's no shortage of causal factors one might suggest spurred the transformation of zombies in film from shambling slowpokes to the kinetic powerhouses seen in the likes of 28 Days Later and Resident Evil. For one thing, there's technology: when you get right to it, undead dawdlers were rather a crutch of old-school special effects. Exploding pig entrails out of a zombie's prosthetic head was just easier, not to mention cheaper, when they stood around waiting for you to capture it on film. Nowadays, CGI some crimson pixels onto an extra in a dead sprint to devour your lead actor and you’re golden.

Another potential explanation is the fear that zombies were basically getting a bit stale. I'm personally prepared to feed whosoever dares make such a suggestion to the brain-munching masses, but with that caveat, there's perhaps something of an argument to be made here – as evidenced by a decade of embarrassed silence from the very zombies who’d made such a fool of themselves in John Landis' music video for Michael Jackson's Thriller. Even so, I'm a staunch believer that there's always something new to be done, even when it seems like every avenue for engaging new narrative has been exhausted. Besides which, the undead will never die. And people certainly started taking them seriously again when Resident Evil (the video game) arrived on the scene in 1996. But I digress.

Amongst the myriad reasons for the prominence of speedwalking zombies in modern-day entertainment, one rationale rules them all: fast food. As in the Big Mac, the Whopper and the Footlong. Let's face it: we're fast food people in a fast food world. And what we eat is just the beginning of it. Virtually everything we consume these days has to come in convenient, bite-sized portions, be it burgers, books or beliefs – the better for our increasingly intolerant appetites. And movies have not proven immune to the regrettable whims of such an impatient nation.

Once upon a time, the MTV generation merely consumed, but now it's all growed-up, and a few drive-through addicts have worked their way into positions of power where their bread and butter is not consumption, but creation. And largely, what they create, with frantic, borderline-lunatic glee – in film as in everything else – is a shadow of what once was. Thus, the fast zombie: a clear-cut case of style over substance if ever there was one. An empty thing, hollow and heartless, a focus group creation with no rhyme or reason but to stuff the lowest common denominator amongst the hungry hordes so full of quick cuts and mindless, wall-to-wall action that they never quite realise what an obscene thing they've consumed.

They should know better. We all should. Have we learned nothing from Supersize Me and people turning orange after drinking too much Sunny Delight? There's certainly something to be said for fast food, and indeed fast film, but in this day and age, we understand all too well that to overindulge a diet of such dodgy proportions is to consume ourselves into oblivion. Sadly, in terms of the undead, no-one's quite arrived at that realisation.

I'll say this: sometimes, yes, you get a good burger, a hearty, wholesome meal in fast food clothing, but more often than not, your Big Macs and your Whoppers and your Footlongs will only leave you with a severe case of indigestion. The same can be said for modern zombie fiction in film and literature. The notion that fast zombies have outmoded Romero's so-called "classic" undead is, then, fundamentally flawed.

In and of themselves, fast zombies aren't the enemy. The likes of 28 Weeks Later and Zack Snyder's retooled Dawn of the Dead are proof enough of that. In this day and age, fast zombies have earned their place. It'll always be a case of us versus them, but the "them" in that equation needn't be one or the other – fast or otherwise – and short of Romero's recent trilogy comprising Land of the Dead, Diary of the Dead and lately Survival of the Dead, the kinetically challenged amongst the zombie populace seem to be considered a remnant of the past.

Which simply won't do. Where's the hopelessness? Where's the sense of dread? Instead, we have stuttering handicams and extreme close-ups on gore no-one in their right mind really wants to see.

Are you with me?

Tell you what. Stop patronising McDonalds and Burger King and Subway and chow down on a nice home-cooked meal. On the go? Pack a sandwich. Maybe then, if we're lucky, slow zombies will get their second chance.


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"Faster, Zombies! Kill! Kill!" originally appeared on The Living Dead Book blog on March 24th.

Thursday, 1 April 2010

...And We Have a Winner

Actually, we have three winners!

Thanks to all those who entered the Shadow Prowler giveaway. I'm pleased to say that most of you figured out the right answer to last week's question without much trouble - what terribly attentive readers you are! But before we get to that, what was the question again?


What item does Shadow Harold steal from the duke of Avendoom's mansion?

The answer, of course, was "a small, golden dog statuette," though I'd have accepted pretty much any derivation thereof.

And courtesy of the lovely folks at Simon and Schuster, the lucky winners of the three copies of Shadow Prowler I have to give away are as follows:

...James Yarker from London

...William Wolfe from North Carolina

...and Neal Shafer from West Sussex

Congratulations to all the winners - you'll be hearing from me directly. To those of you who entered and didn't luck out this time, never fear: there are more free books to be had, I assure you. In fact, next on the giveaway agenda is a very exciting item indeed. A signed proof, no less, of the US edition of Mark Charan Newton's excellent Nights of Villjamur.

Stay tuned!

Scrying the Fantastic


Ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2010. Wear... sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. If I could offer you two, they would be to wear sunscreen, as I've expressed - after all, the long term benefits of wearing sunscreen have been proven by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience - and to add Scrying the Fantastic to your bookmarks right this second.

Wait, what was that? You're wondering what this Scrying the Fantastic might be?


Well, do I have a treat in store for you today, readers - in fact, for all you UK fans of speculative fiction. Whether sci-fi's your bag or it's fantasy that you love... whether you like to dig into a literary morsel of paranormal romance before you head for bed or scare yourself silly with a little horror... whatever species of speculative fiction it is that floats your boat, going forward, I don't doubt that you'll find Scrying the Fantastic to be an invaluable resource to help keep track of what's coming out from all the British publishers and imprints who have a hand in the world of books we love.

Thanks to the kind cooperation of a who's-who of those very publishers - including, among many others, the likes of Orion, Orbit, Macmillan, Headline, Voyager, Penguin, TOR, Random House and Simon & Schuster - each month, Scrying the Fantastic will be proud to present a list of forthcoming fantastic fiction alongside synopses, release details, cover art and much, much more. If you've struggled in the past to get to grips with all the books that come out each week, Scrying the Fantastic is here to lend a helping hand. And in the months to come, it's only going to get better.


Scrying the Fantastic is a hugely ambitious project, of course, and I've a blog to attend to myself, so it's with tremendous pleasure that I say The Speculative Scotsman won't be undertaking this endeavour alone. Joining me, in fact, is a veritable Justice League of Bloggers - I call Batman! - a supergroup, you might say, of speculative fictions fans whom I'm sure many of you will already be familiar with, including, in no particular order: 

Hagelrat of Un:Bound
Harry Markov of Temple Library Reviews
Jason Baki of Kamvision
Mark Chitty of Walker of Worlds

And me. Unofficially, Scrying the Fantastic launched yesterday, with an introductory post explaining what the new blog's all about. Today, we're all kinds of a go.

Now get on over there, quick-smart like, and start planning your reading for the coming months.

We will begin Scrying the Fantastic... now.