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Sunday, 21 June 2026

Writing Queer 3: Editor's Feedback and Real Life

 We hit the third post this Pride Month, where I delve into my seemingly both slow and fast journey through the world of "well, I'm writing queer characters now so I need to do it well/properly". I've previously chronicled my own internal journey and my early fictional stumbles. Now I'd like to go more detailed and nitty-gritty. This time, through the story of writing the book that got me to publication, I'll show I had to confront a final odd hurdle within myself and push back at that little bit of myself that was still stuck in the past.

Be warned, this article will contain references to and discussion of a storyline that involves assault and its associated trauma. There will also be spoilers for one of my books.

My debut novel, Starborn Vendetta, is in broad strokes a reimagining of story elements from Count of Monte Cristo, Faust and Macbeth. But in particular, there was a character who starts off the story and forms a core part of how things progress. That character is Gaspard Atarex, a member of the Feles people in the Cluster who starts off as a guard within Prison Station d'If, where protagonist Mercedes Solari is sent. Within the first chapter, I wanted to show Gaspard as bitter, hollowed out by his duties, detached from any real passion. He is gay, has a preference for human males, and due to the prison environment has an outlet without needing another person. When Mercedes appears, her magnetic personality awakens a wish to protect her from the vindictive warden, and the only way he can do that is through someone he loathes.

The root of that became another character, a Feles prisoner dubbed Echo. Later in the story, it is revealed that Echo found Gaspard trying to help prisoners, which would've gotten him into huge trouble, and blackmailed him into a relationship. Echo is a predator, plain and simple, and Gaspard is his victim. Things happen, the d'If is exploded, and both Gaspard and Echo survive. Echo tracks down Gaspard and essentially stalks him. At the end of their combined story, Echo is killed by another character. But here's the kicker; in the original draft of the story, Gaspard never resolved this core issue and...kinda made...peace with Echo? I'm getting embarrassed remembering it.

I see that this may be interpreted as a form of internalised homophobia. We'll come back to that, but I will say it reflects a passive acceptance of behaviours and ideas of redemption that not only queer media, but other media had been pushing for decades by this point. The Beauty and the Beast trope taken to one of its logical extremes, the deeply toxic "it's okay, they're fixable" or "see there was good there" attitude which is unacceptable in real life. The odd thing is that when I was writing it, I didn't think of it in terms of them both being men. I wanted a character suffering from that kind of trauma, and either could easily have been gender-swapped. Equally the fact that Gaspard was gay didn't feel like a factor related to this, just an aspect of how Gaspard was in the world.

My editor at the time called this conclusion out immediately, saying that Echo's actions didn't merit any kind of forgiveness. They didn't ask me to do a gender flip, but they did say I needed to show this wasn't a good thing, which I hadn't originally due to how dark my original tone was. I looked through, and had to agree with their stance. I'd gone through some more writing by this time, and some more media and real-life encounters that reshaped my ideas.

The most basic change I made was that I removed any forgiveness Gaspard originally met out to Echo. Instead he very actively broke away, and when Echo died, he declares that he hates him and doesn't forgive or forget. Gaspard's emotions are still confused and he's still traumatised, but he is on the path to breaking away from that and finding a life beyond that. I also rewrote some bits to show that Gaspard's emotions towards Echo were extremely confused, influenced by being placed in a vulnerable position and taken advantage of; at his core he hates Echo, but some part of him believes Echo's statements that he actually desires the connection. I did further research into the accounts and treatment of sexual abuse victims during this rewrite (I know, I should've done that from the first), and incorporated some of that into his personality and actions. I'd like to think I managed to make him a more nuanced figure in the final draft which made it to publication.

Reading back through this, I'm thinking "What the hell?!". And maybe you've got similar reactions. I wrote Starborn Vendetta during a pretty dark period of my life. My maternal grandparents where in the final stages of their lives, my father unknown to me was also dying and only had months left, and I was struggling with other things in my family and coming to grips with my own mental health and identity. This included not being embarrassed by my tastes in media, finding my own style of clothing, and asserting myself as an individual within the family.

Prior to the revisions, several things happened. First, my father died a few months after I finished writing the initial draft of Starborn Vendetta, which required something of a mental reset for myself. Second, I became more fully aware of how many queer people were actually within my own family, which opened me up to the realisation that what I was writing needed to be respectful not just for nebulous others I hadn't yet encountered, but people within my own family.

So going forward, I was. By the time the dev edits for Starborn Vendetta came in, I'd already written or part-written the next two entries in the Cluster Cycle and it brought me face to face with elements of how I might've ended up writing elements of the next few books. Suffice to say, there was course correction, and that correction was necessary. Since then, I've always been very careful in whether or not to consider incorporating that kind of story, and what I should be researching when portraying it in a respectful and empowering manner.

For more information on the kind of pitfalls I half-fell into or nearly fell into, see Emily Inkpen's article "Writing Sexual Assault - Things to Remember".

So where do we go from here? I've talked for the past weeks about my writing journey relating to queer characters. Next week, the final Sunday of Pride Month, I'll be giving what have become my guiding principles for when I include and write queer characters. Until then, stay fabulous, stay safe, and if you're writing a story based around assault or trauma, remember to do your research. And sometimes, there can be no forgiveness.

Sunday, 14 December 2025

Review – Novel – Stanislaw Lem's The Invincible


 I've got an...odd relationship with how I came to trying out the science fiction works of Polish author Stanislaw Lem. I first became aware of Solaris, principally its two most notable film adaptations from 1972 (Russian, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky) and 2002 (American, directed by Steven Soderbergh). I didn't really get the story through these adaptations. I then found out about a video game called The Invincible, which was apparently an adaptation of Lem's novel of the same name. Having gone through it and now reading the book, it's more of a prequel but the ideas seemed fun. It wasn't until I heard some of an audiobook reading that featured a new translation directly from the Polish that I got it. Then when I learned that The Invincible had a translation by the same person (Bill Johnston), I decided to keep an eye out for it. And eventually, I got a copy.

The premise of The Invincible is fairly simple. The titular ship is sent to investigate the fate of its sibling ship Condor on Regis III, a planet with land dominated by ice and deserts while the ocean is teaming with life. As the crew land and investigate, they find increasingly disturbing signs of something existing on the planet that not only doomed the Condor, but has destroyed all life on land. The unfolding story, told principally through the perspective of the Invincible's navigator Rohan, is by turns fascinating and terrifying.

Fair warning for anyone going into this; The Invincible is HARD science fiction. It likes to explain itself, and grounds itself within the probable. It's also written from a collectivist cultural perspective that is noticeably different from other notable sci-fi works from the time. While Rohan emerges as the 'lead', the omniscient narration focuses far more on the crew as a body. It's also in an older style of writing where you get vast blocks of text and run-on sentences that detail events and paint scenes. That's not to say there aren't many effective moments; exploring the Condor, discovering an unknown structure, the deployment of a large automated weapon, and Rohan's final exploration beyond the ship. It is also a book of its time in that there are no women on board. At all. Zip. Nil. Nada.

Part of the reason I went for this edition and this translator specifically is that his translation of Solaris is really good, and his work shows here too. Johnston worked on the translation in collaboration with Lem's family, and it is the first direct-from-Polish translation as previous versions were translated via German. From my limited experience with Sapkowski's Witcher series, Polish is a tricky language to translate from; while the first two Witcher titles from one translator were eminently readable, all the rest from another are extremely clunky and put me off the entire series. If the Solaris translation had been similarly clunky, I'd have avoided The Invincible. But it isn't.Both Solaris and The Invincible have really good translations that make what are very technically dense books into engaging reads.

Lem's work isn't easily digested or adapted, because he approaches familiar sci-fi concepts (facing the unknown, the limits of humanity) from an unfamiliar angle. I now see why the adaptations of his work don't land; they all miss a key point. The height of human rationalism can appear childish before something that refuses to conform to our anthropomorphic view of reality. But UNLIKE a lot of modern fiction that takes this approach and adds soap opera levels of stupidity and drama, Lem continues to tackle the issue with cold rationalism. The mystery of Regis III is a subject of horror, but also a thought experiment where the participants of the book approach it with rationality and caution, all while their limited view of the world is violently challenged.

This book, specifically this version of the book, is a must-read for any sci-fi fan. Yes, it's of its time in characters and aspects of its representation, and some paragraphs are a slog to get through. But otherwise it's a brilliant exploration of human contact with something truly alien.

8.9/10

Sunday, 2 November 2025

New podcast episode: Mass Effect!

 It's finally come to pass! Several months ago, before I recently went down to be in at the recording of my audio drama, I put together a script and recorded it. It was my thoughts on Mass Effect, a series I do enjoy but that I also have some major gripes with. Herein are my thoughts in audio/video form.

Also, today, I saw if I could do something with my aliens in Belle Époque era idea, which had thoroughly stalled. I think because I wasn't actually using humour. At all. And in these times, humour isn't just an option, it's a necessity. We must laugh, and though laughter trimuph! So before the episodes below, have a sample of some dialogue that flowed out and had me laughing when I re-read it. Two Parisian gentlemen observing a fellow diner.

And now, the YouTube and Spotify links to the penultimate episode of this year's Author Talks, diving into the realm of Mass Effect.


YouTube Version


Spotify Version

Sunday, 8 June 2025

Author Talks S3 E2: My Writing Journey

 It's all in the title, and all for your enjoyment and cringe. The next episode of my one-person podcast Author Talks is now live, and it's very different from what I've done before. It's a 50-ish minute summary of my writing journey with both extracts of my earlier work (yikes...) and a preview of my upcoming Cluster Cycle book The Murderer's Lament (yay!). The episode is available on YouTube and Spotify, so if you can put up with my narration and some musical interludes/background music that seemed appropriate, then do enjoy. No-one shall expose my early cringe...as I've already done it myself!

(Note: Due to this blog's...quirks, I've needed to create text-based links for both versions.)


YouTube version


Spotify version

Sunday, 4 May 2025

It Begins: Author Talks S3, E1 is live.

It's exactly what it says in the title. The newest episode of my podcast is live. Fully scripted, and thoroughly fan-based. Because I'm looking at a series that I've got something of a love-hate relationship with, the cyberpunk RPG series Deus Ex, which I'm fully convinced is jinxed since it has suffered from uneven commercial performances throughout its life. Below are the two versions I created for YouTube and Spotify. (apologies for a lack of fancy links/displays.)

Spotify link


YouTube link

I'm putting a lot more effort into overall sound quality, music usage and scripting with this new series, so hopefully those who want to listen will find enjoyment. I'll be releasing episodes on a monthly basis, with the next one being a journey through my writing life. But for now, enjoy a look at a series I should dislike. But don't.



Sunday, 27 April 2025

Flash Fiction - Everyday

 This was going to be for FlashFiction 2025, but...things happened. So here it is for all to see right now.


“I think I got a good grade today.”

Sybil smiled as she pulled on her jacket. “That’s very good, Luisa. You remember your pills today?”

“I’ve got a reminder set up. A pill a day keeps the lurgy away.”

Sybil nodded, fastened her jacket up. The rest of the students had gone on ahead, going through the doors two by two. There was Alicia, looking all flushed and excited over the prom. Otis still looking a little too plump. Mirabel with her new hairstyle. Elsa holding hands with Suzie. Mark talking with Conrad. They were all in their outdoor clothes now, waiting in line to go home. The bus wasn’t available, so it would have to be on foot.

Outside the school building, the small rad counter on her wrist started clicking. She looked up at the scarred sky.

“Going to rain again today. Best hurry, or use a shelter if it starts.”

“Any shopping needed?”

“Not today. Managed it. But we need to go to the doctor to get our health certificates certified again. Dad’s position depends on it.”

“Well he does have quite the commute. Say, want to come round for a sleepover if it does look like rain? You can call your parents, say you won’t be in due to the rain and you’re staying with a friend. I’ve got the latest Last Phantasm downloaded and all ready to play.”

“That’s great. Oh lord.” Sybil checked her rad counter. “Best be moving. There’s another cloud coming in.”

The rad counter flared again like an incensed rattlesnake. Adjusting their full body suits, Sybil and Luisa began the trek through the irradiated streets.

Sunday, 20 April 2025

An Author's Retrospective: Gerry and Sylvia Anderson

 Back when I was a young lad living in Batley, when my storytelling was a mere twinkle in my eye, I was seeing bits and pieces of stuff from a husband-and-wife duo called Gerry and Sylvia Anderson. I had no idea who he was, it was only in my teenage years that I really got how influential he was in a particular sphere; sci-fi storytelling that was very well liked in Britain but seemingly impossible to sell to America as it trod a very fine line between children's television and a more "adult" demographic that most people today would probably called "Young Adult". I think some of my writing has been influenced by some of the stuff I experienced of Anderson's work, so I thought... Hey, why not think back to what I've seen and what I think now. Starting from my first Anderson experience;

*Space 1999: Surprised it wasn't Thunderbirds? So am I thinking about it. My earliest memories of Gerry Anderson's work was Space 1999, the final collaboration between him and Sylvia as they were splitting up as the two series were made. The series I remember best was the second, with the shapeshifter Maya, which means I associated it with a relatively light tone. The first series, which was a lot more philosophical and brutal, I also saw bits of as I think they jumbled the episodes at times. I still remember it fondly to a point, but I'm not sure I'd enjoy having it in my DVD collection. Plus it goes on reruns on live TV a lot.

*Thunderbirds: I remember the very first episode I saw when I was maybe six or seven years old: Pit of Peril, the episode with the Sidewinder military walker falling into an old munitions pit. While some parts of it haven't aged as well as others (mostly-male cast, almost uniformly Caucasian and some stereotypes where they aren't, some cultural hangovers from the 1960s that probably wouldn't be around in the 2050s like smoking), it's on the whole still very strong. I've got the series on DVD and don't regret it. It's still very technically impressive, considering it was all practical effects, puppetry, models, and some forced perspective. It's something I've been watching for pleasure recently, and I don't regret it. I even like the two movies done in that original style, Thunderbirds Are Go and Thunderbird 6, even if they're not the best of the best (one's very slow, the other's a little jumbled, both have shaky writing).

*Captain Starlet (1967): I don't remember exactly which episode of this I saw first, but it was probably one of the ones set in a snowy area. Avalanche? Noose of Ice? Shadow of Fear? Either way, I experienced Captain Scarlet, and...wow. There's a reason this remains more of a cult thing, because it's not pulling punches. It's tense, very current with world events then and at the moment right now, pretty brutal to its characters, and because of this it's probably better known in the UK than anywhere else. The Mysterons are a genuinely intimidating threat, but also not wholly evil as they were attacked first without apparent mercy, so their actions feel understandable. Also, you may have noticed the little date thing. That's because there's two Captain Scarlet series that were created under an Anderson's view.

Stingray: I've not seen a large amount of this series even now, and it remains in that odd little hole where I put stuff that wobbles between camp and genuinely enjoyable (camp needs to be a special kind of camp to interest me properly). Its undersea exploits, doomed romance between male lead Troy and the mute underwater princess Marina, and some very prescient themes regarding environmental damage and Cold War-esque tensions keep it enjoyable. It's just the puppets look rather silly.

UFO: I didn't even need to think about it when I heard the outro music; this was Gerry Anderson. His first fully live action endeavor, and one of his more serious offerings. Again, like Space 1999, I'm not sure I'd want it as a permanent fixture in my life, but it's something I appreciate. The episodes that stick in my mind are one where an agent is framed for treason and (again reflecting cultural norms of the time) sentenced to death, one where the leader of the UFO organization must choose between his duty and the life of his son, and another where the hostile aliens are first introduced. It has suffered a lot from the episodes being aired out of order.

Captain Starlet (2005): This series was one of the last the male Anderson worked on in any full capacity, and is an oddball of a concept. Combining CGI with motion capture, it's something that I still really enjoy even if its tone is quite different due to playing into more modern character chemistry and drama. It's still got standout episodes (suicide-inducing computer virus, Martian gas making a mine seem haunted, a seemingly-dead astronaut brought back as an agent, a Mysteron defector), and unlike every other Anderson series mentioned so far, it has an actual narrative ending. But once again, often aired out of order, so the story gets muddled.

So, do I still remember these series fondly? Yes. Would I recommend them? Yes, just be ready for some cultural dissonance at times. Were they an influence on my work? Oh absolutely yes. Not every series is a standout, and there are some series that I've only glimpsed (Fireball XL5, Joe 90, The Secret Service) that didn't resonate at all. But I still fondly recall multiple characters as signposts for some characters I would later create. Lady Penelope, Captain Black, Marina, Maya, the fish god of Titan, Destiny Angel, Edward Straker. They live on in the back of my mind. So yes, I don't mind having watched these series at all.

Sunday, 30 March 2025

Short story - Suspended Disbelief

Warning, this short story contains references to and descriptions of violence and prejudice. May be triggering for some audiences, especially right now.

Having your neck broken hurts. Having your neck not break, but instead wrenched and constricted by your own bodyweight so your windpipe and arteries are tightened like the twists in a pig’s guts is far worse. I don’t know why they went for me, why they picked me. They didn’t say much except slurs and insults I won’t repeat here. They just strung me up, and watched. Some of them were even laughing. I won’t lie, I pissed my pants while I was up there. No shame in that, it’s biological.

I might’ve been left up there to rot while they rode away, but something happened. I didn’t die. Not because I’m some crazy strong hunk who’ll break a rope with his own neck, nor because some white guy came along and rescued me. I was still up there, my brain just about ticking over, when a voice spoke. It was a woman’s voice.

“I take it you dislike suspenseful stories.”

I couldn’t exactly turn to look, but I could swear someone had just appeared next to me. I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but... Imagine when someone comes round a door quietly, so it looks like they’ve just appeared. Like that, only there wasn’t any door. Just think air around me and my piss-stained jeans. She did eventually appear, but I couldn’t exactly ‘see’ her. I was nearly dead, and everything was a red haze. I’m pretty sure there were wings there, and something that reflected the sunlight around her shoulders.

I couldn’t speak, but I’m pretty sure I ‘thought’ to her. You an angel?

The reply held a smile. “No, and no devil either. I’m here to make a proposal. I take it you do not wish to remain for the next five weeks up there?”

What d’you think?

“I think a cowboy like you, just minding his own business while he went to another herd, did not deserve to become the guest of a necktie party. What would Lucas say if he saw you now?”

I didn’t know what to think about that. Lucas had a wife at his ranch, but during our drives together, we... Well, it happened in those days. We’d do our thing to survive, to stay sane, to be close together. But...well, I didn’t wanna linger on it. I was about to die, so might as well enjoy whatever this hallucination was. The shape in the red haze seemed to be turning to look directly at me.

“Not a pretty sight now, but you were comely once upon a time. I can see that, as I can see elements of your memories while your brain continues to function. You may be comely again. Would you here my proposal?”

Why not? Not like you’re real anyway.

“Oh ye of little faith. The proposal is simple. You get to live out your natural lifespan, in exchange for...serving me.”

If my blood hadn’t already been bursting my brain, I’d have felt it rising. My people had fought to break free of those white bastards in the south ten years before, and seeing another white bitch making another offer... But... Wait, was she white? I couldn’t tell through the haze of pain. She didn’t seem to be any skin colour I’d known. Not White, not Black, not Mexican, not Chinese. Not even anyone from the Chickasaw or Seminole or any other tribe I’d met while herding the cattle on their drives. The woman’s voice pushed through my brain again.

“Let me see, what is the date now? Ah yes, in the current human calendar, it is 1871 July 23. You will be an agent for us until 1971 July 22.”

Agent? You don’t look like no agent.

“Ah yes, the double negative. An interesting linguistic quirk, sadly demonised by speakers of so-called ‘proper language’. You see, our presence on your world is naturally very limited, and requires us to use local help and knowledge to aid in our own issues. In exchange for agreeing to this service, you shall not only be restored to full health, but you shall ceased to age for the duration of your service, you shall have more than adequate funds, and access to our private resources.”

It was too good to be true. What’s the catch?

“Well...you will be unageing. You will outlive everyone else around you. And you must perform a certain mission for us. And it may not always be pleasant.”

So you’re really just a driver.

“If you wish to use such a colloquialism. There is no compulsion to accept the offer, that is not our way. You must do so in full knowledge of what you must accept. If you wish to stay up there and die, we shall not gainsay your choice.”

Her meaning was clear. If I didn’t say yes, she’d leave me swinging. If I said yes, she’d let me down, but I’d be tied to her for a century. Hell, I wanted to tell her to go to hell, but...

Where do I sign up?

“There is nothing to ‘sign’. But you will feel a slight bump.”

The figure moved, produced something. There was a flash of light, then I dropped to the ground. I was about four feet up, and I’m pretty sure something broke. Then I was rolled onto my front, and then... I don’t wanna describe the pain I felt in that moment, so I won’t. Just put it this way; Jesus had it easier.

When my vision cleared, I was still lying on the ground. My hands were still tied with some kinda twine which cut my skin, and I felt that bloody noose round my neck, but it was loose. I wasn’t slowly strangling to death under my own weight anymore. I wasn’t hanging anymore. And over me...

I kid you not, I almost pissed my pants again. The figure over me wasn’t a devil, but it sure wasn’t no angel. It was as if a snake had kids with an eagle and both parts hadn’t torn each other apart. Scaly skin, six pairs of wings, the kind of face I’d last seen on a cut-up body at Gettysburg, and hands more like scorpion claws than anything I’d want stroking me. But that voice... I hadn’t noticed how beautiful it was when I was dying. It looked small now, hovering in the air, some strange light that wasn’t the sun dancing around it.

“Contract has been established, revival achieved. Revival, standard, so no additional time to compensate. What name should I use for you? Not your own, but a name that is how you will be referred to by me.”

I thought. Well, I’d cheated death, I guess. I hadn’t done it myself, but I’d taken the chance. Now I’d have to live with what I’d done. Like...

“Spider.”

The thing looked at the object it held again. “Spider. A reference to Anansi. Trickster deity common among the peoples of West Africa. A suitable code. Very well, spider. I leave you with a first gift.”

A snap, of fingers or claws, and I felt the twine round my wrists snap. There was a thud, and the thing...walked through the door. Again, that’s the only way to describe it. It was bloody hot, so I pushed myself up and made for the shade of the tree those White bastards had used as a gallows. I looked at where I think the thing had dropped whatever it was, and saw a small object. A parcel loosely tied with the same kind of twine that bound my wrists.

Well, there wasn’t nothing else to do. Pulling that noose off, I settled down and unwrapped the parcel. It was a note, wrapped round a small wad of money. $500. I swear to you, I’d never seen that much in my life before all in one place. I guess it took a few seconds for me to realise my mouth was flapping like an undone fly. I got that money deep into my pocket, then looked at the note. My Momma had taught me to read, and the writing was clear.

Go fifteen miles south of here to the town of Long’s Rest. Go to the local saloon and speak with the bartender. When she asked what you would like, say “A Fae Special”.’

I folded it. There was no doubt, I was alive. Or maybe I was some ghost and I’d be walking around spooking people for God knew how long. But if I was alive... Better alive and walking around than left hanging, or buried by the roadside or tossed in a creek.

Walking fifteen miles is no joke, and my boots weren’t the best. But I got there, found a one-horse town that probably hadn’t seen any action since some lost 49’ers came through way back when. Ultimately, it was a simple job finding the saloon, pushing my way inside, seeing no-one around, seeing the Chinese bartender wiping down some spill that looked to have a trace of something other that whiskey or water in its contents. She looked directly at me, and what I’ve heard called a stage smile spread over her face.

“What can I get you?”

I almost ran, but I managed to get the words out. “I’ll have...a fae special.”

The change in expression on her face was a bit frightening. Her smile remained the same, but her eyes went cold, flicking from side to side. Then she gave a signal with her hand to ‘come with me’. Her voice was still the same.

“I think we’ve got some of that in the back. But there’s some crates on it, mind helping move them?”

“Sure.”

There wasn’t anyone in the place to stare at us as she led me round into the small storeroom. There was a bucket of lye there, and the air inside the place was really dry. Wondered why, given where we were. She motioned to close the door, and when I did she immediately rushed forward and pinned me.

“Who sent you?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Glad I didn’t have to. That voice came again, the female voice, this time hovering behind the barkeep.

“I sent him, Wan’er. So you need not be suspicious.”

The woman turned, and I saw what she saw. The same thing I’d vaguely seen above me when I’d been cut down and brought back. It...looked like a human. I don’t know what else to say. It had two legs—they bent the wrong way—two arms—they ended in those claw things—other things—either too many or too small—and a head that looked like a crab got stitched together with a dried-up herring. And its wings looked more like those crazy things Le Bris created.

The woman Wan’er turned and bowed her head. “Apologies. But I can’t be too careful these days. You know the kind of thing that’s round around.”

“I know.” The thing looked at me with its three eyes. “I am glad you decided to trust me. Or perhaps it was mere curiosity that led you here.”

“Call it curiosity.” I glanced down at myself. “Sorry about this.”

“I have had far worse enter my saloon.” Wan’er walked to a large barrel and pulled the front away, showing the shelves inside. “You’ll need new clothes. I’ll get rid of the old ones.”

The thing, still hovering, turned slowly to look at me directly. “By the way, we have a number of methods for...detailing matters. But we have no means of reading minds. I would know your name.”

I couldn’t stop the smile creasing my face. “The name’s Dallas. Dallas O’Key.”

Wan’er, who’d gotten a fresh set of clothes out, turned. “What kind of a name is that?”

I’d already died once, so it didn’t feel like much to tell the story. I won’t give you the version I told them. I’ll give you the brief version. And the truth. My Mama was working in the south on a plantation. One night, one of the drivers got horny and took her. I appeared nine months later. She called me Kwaku because I was born on a Wednesday. The driver knew I’d come from him, and he called me Dallas O’Kay. Must’ve thought I was an okay kid. He called me Dallas after where he was from. My first memory was the driver beating me and Momma with his whip.

My next clear memory was seeing the guy’s corpse beaten up during a breakaway, and getting away while my Mama distracted some of the other drivers. I never saw her again, but I remember a gunshot. After that, I lived how I could. Did some things I’m not proud of, but before any conservative crapsack suggests anything, that’s not why I like guys. I always did. It’s nothing unnatural, it’s just who I am. It’s why I liked Lucas, why I slept with him when we were running our cattle drives. The others didn’t care much, just wanted us to be quiet about it. There’s plenty you can do quietly at night in your bed.

The thing stared at me with its three shining silver eyes. “Your names are nice.”

“Better than what the driver called me.”

“Which was?”

“Shitbag.”

“That is a somewhat inappropriate name. Even by the standards of your species.”

“Yeah, no shit. Well...” I grinned, stretched. “Guess I’ve got a job now. What’s the pay? Or is $500 all I’m getting?”

“Our pay is quite suitable. $500 per year.”

I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped again. Don’t know if you’d think much of $500 a month, but back then, it was a bloody fortune. You were lucky to get $10 a month, I think the highest you got paid was $50 for one job. The creature looked hard at me.

“It is not merely for luxury. You need the means to purchase supplies, potentially bribe people, and pay rent for any accommodations you need to stay inconspicuous.”

“And I’m doing this...why?”

“You shall know. When the time comes. When we can walk among you without concern. Until then, do as you please.” A pause, then the creature continued. “And, so you know, you may call me Idiya.”

With that, the creature vanished. Just like before, just ‘walked’ through something that made it just vanish. I was left alone with the woman Wan’er, who was getting other stuff I’d need. A hat. A small gun. I felt the money there again. Well, first I was getting myself a new horse, then I was riding off to find somewhere safe. Maybe find Lucas again, let him know I was fine. And then... Well, as to what I ended up doing, that’s to come.

Thursday, 20 February 2025

Review; Future's Edge by Gareth L. Powell

 A little while ago, I gave a recommendation to this latest sci-fi novel by Gareth L. Powell, Future's Edge. Now I've read the thing in full, I can give a full review for what this platform is worth. This review is based on a copy of the paperback edition, releasing 25 February (I somehow got a copy over a fortnight early). So...is it worth reading?

The story principally follows Ursula Morrow, an archaeologist with two major issues in her life: an alien organism from an artefact that has bonded with her on a molecular level and rendered her invulnerable to injury, and being one of a small number of humans who escape Earth when it is attacked by a hostile alien force dubbed the Cutters. When an old flame turns up, she is drawn into a search for the artefact that infected her, as there is a chance it may be the key to turning the tide against the Cutters before they wipe out both humanity and other interstellar species under threat from a systematic genocide.

The story is neither simple nor overly complex, and is quite pacy. If I'm being blunt, the premise and overall set-up isn't anything truly groundbreaking. I was seeing constant parallels to sci-fi works including Titan A.E. and Dead Space, but the real quality lies in its writing and characters. Ursula is instantly likeable and relatable, and the predicaments she finds herself in are both outlandish and grounded. The supporting cast is also entertaining, from her ship captain ex-lover Jack to "Chris", the AI persona of his ship the Crisis Actor (one of the best-written AI characters in a long time, I might add). The writing also solidly portrays the desperation of a species being hunted to extinction, and other aspects I won't be touching on because spoilers..

I'll also say that this is a great place to jump into Powell's work. I may be wrong, but there don't appear to be any explicit continuity links with earlier sci-fi series, just a commonality of theme. Is it a repeat read? Not immediately, but definitely eventually. I have some issues with its ending, but that's more down to personal taste than overall quality. There are books I read once then never really touch again (Leviathan Wakes and Battle Royale spring to mind), so that I want to re-read this is a mark of its quality. I wouldn't say no to a continuation of this universe and these characters. Especially Ursula, as she is an entertaining protagonist.

8/10

(This has no impact on my score, but the paperback copy I received had some minor printing errors caused by crumpled pages and small typos. These are purely mechanical and do not impact my opinion of the story and writing quality.)

Sunday, 2 February 2025

Recommendation: Future's Edge by Gareth L. Powell

 I'm not the best at keeping up with contemporary fiction, genre or otherwise. I admit it, it's a failing of mine. But if I like the premise of something, I'll generally pick it up out of curiosity. Thus it was for the paperback of Gareth L. Powell's latest sci-fi novel Future's Edge. And I'm liking what I'm reading.

This isn't going to be a review, but rather a brief recommendation from going through the early stages, which in my experience tend to set the tone for the book as a whole. It has a compelling heroine, and a tone that seems to be walking the tightrope between grim and funny. And there's a slow, measured build-up of world building (repetition, I know) that eases you into things. This doesn't feel like an overwhelming drop into the deep end. There is also a method of switching perspectives using different text styles as well as different POVs, which is handy.

When I have time, I'll enjoy reading it in full. Also, confession time, but I also have Powell's other works in Kindle form, but if there's one thing guaranteed to make a book stuck in my permanent backlogs, it's having it in Kindle form.

The copy I got was a paperback through Forbidden Planet. Technically the paperback isn't due out until the end of this month, but I got lucky. I admit, I may not read this in time for a timely review. Many others have done that already, and far more coherently than I usually can. And so...yeah. Good read, recommend.

Wednesday, 11 December 2024

My watching experience: Older/classic sci-fi

 I'm a writer. Of sci-fi and fantasy, but my debut and current series The Cluster Cycle is a science fiction space opera spanning a millennium of history. As one might expect, I have actually experienced a goodly amount of classic science fiction films. And a usual allowance of filmic drek. I've seen people recently either recalling memories of older titles they watched way back when or talking about their experience watching them.

Now, disclaimer time, I've not watched EVERY classic sci-fi movie. I've never watched The Thing yet because it didn't look that appealing and I've never clicked with Carpenter. I've just not come across Event Horizon to watch. Others that I can't name off the top of my head... Well, the fact I can't name them off the top of my head should be indication enough that they didn't stick. So here in no particular order are twelve movies I saw back in the day, my memories of first watching them, and what I think of them through older more cynical eyes. Plus opinions on the music for free.



Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country: I'd experienced Star Trek through its series broadcast on TV (Star Trek OG and Next Generation on reruns, and Deep Space Nine and Voyager during their debut UK broadcasts). The Undiscovered Country was my first Star Trek film, I think, and it provided a post for measuring others I came across. Its tone felt right to me, and still feels pertinent when compared to...super soldier shenanigans and time travel. Also that music. Oh, that music...

The Fifth Element: I hadn't seen this film in full for ages, but I'd seen parts of it. When I saw it in full, I knew: instant favourite. Not for Willis's character, terribly bland and bleh IMO, but for everything and everyone else. The art style, the gender-defiant fashion, Eric Serra's delirious score, the blending of grim elements with humour which I still find pretty funny. This has aged well for me, and continues to linger in the back of my mind.

Blade Runner: This is one of the rare instances where I first saw it and wasn't impressed because I was too young and too inexperienced in cyberpunk to get it. I rewatched it years later, and I got it. This isn't a film for everyone, it's grim and fatalistic and deliberately ambiguous. But unlike other titles in this article that play the ambiguity card, Blade Runner pulls it off. It also (eventually) manages to paint a sympathetic portrayal of the antagonists. And for the time it released, that still seems to have been comparatively rare in mainstream films/

Alien (1979): I'd heard vaguely about this through pop culture osmosis, but it hadn't been shown on television yet. Then the original Alien tetralogy was broadcast on Channel 4 during the 2000s. I think it was on a tape recorder or an earlier DVD recorder (I forget which, probably the former), but my sister recorded it, and I watched it the following morning. No need to go into details, just...wow. Still love it. And for my taste, theatrical cut over director's cut. Also, if you can, find Jerry Goldsmith's original cut of the musical score before Scott butchered it. It's an audio revelation.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind: I'm just going to say it, this was one of the most boring film experiences I have ever encountered. It wasn't that I can't take slow movies (I mean, I like the OG Star Trek film, which is commonly dubbed "The Slow-Motion Picture"), but this movie just felt like it had no idea what a plot was. It may be because I wasn't brought up within Roswell culture that the alien elements fell flat (Lindsey Ellis's Axiom's End and Stephen Cox's Child duology are doing a better job of introducing me to that aspect of American culture). I watched to see what all the fuss was about. I still don't get what all the fuss was about. And...the music feels like it's trying to make up for the movie's shortcomings, and because I don't tend to click with John Williams, it fails completely.

Ghost in the Shell: I'd heard about this franchise through references, got a recommendation, and decided to try my luck and watch it. What I got was a film that has only grown more enjoyable with age. It's an enjoyable cyperpunk-style sci-fi title that knows exactly what to do. It doesn't spend too long on scenes unless those scenes need to be long, it balances conversations and contemplation with some grade-A animated action. Yes, it's a little old, and the dub hasn't aged well, but I still find it a great title and a strong sci-fi experience regardless of its animated presentation (yes, the snobbery towards animation was and to a point is very real). Also, Kenji Kawai's score...chef's kiss.

Star Wars: My experience with this film series is odd, because I experienced the prequel trilogy as it was releasing, and my opinions on it have remained soft. Yes, it has problems, but it's not the worst by a long way. I saw the OG trilogy through my oldest sister's VHS versions, and I found them enchanting. I don't like the later re-edits, but thankfully the original films got a DVD release that we own. Do I wholeheartedly like Star Wars? No, but I appreciate it, and I do like the original trilogy as it seems to be saying something. Also Lucas had the restraining hand of other writers, which is where I think the prequel trilogy suffered. The music's...okay.

The Matrix: I saw this when I was...very young. And while I shall always have a soft spot for the first two sequels, the original Matrix is completely appreciable as a standalone experience. The fact that whole schools of scholarship have been dedicated to this film...isn't that surprising. I don't find Neo that great of a lead, but Trinity and Morpheus make up for it, and there is some genuine tension and serious questions about reality and desire that have aged like a fine wine in this era of AI-generated content and virtual reality. I liked it well enough when I saw it as a child. I like it even better now. And, once again, the soundtrack is incredible.

2001: A Space Odyssey: I love Arthur C. Clarke as a writer, A Fall of Moondust is one of my favourite books. But I loathe this film. I think it's because of the Kubrick influence that this whole film feels like it doesn't know what to say from one scene to the next. It jumps about with very little rhyme or reason, every scene is at least five minutes longer than it needs to be, and the ending is a confusing jumble that tries to give you a migraine. As I've said, I can enjoy slow movies, but not movies that seem to be suffering from both ADHD and impaired movement. Also, I can never forgive Kubrick for the fact an excellent original musical score was scrapped for royalty-free classical music. The Blue Danube and Also sprach Zarathustra are forever tainted by this mess of a movie.

Predator: Once again, heard about this through pop osmosis, and I was shocked. Compared to my previous Schwarzenegger experiences, this was quite the tonal whiplash. Having watched it later in life, I still like it, even if I don't watch it for a deep story. I watch it for its unique building dread and vicious deconstruction of the action man archetype that still attempts to infest modern films. I even enjoy the sequel, which takes things to the next level creating a lead that is...difficult to like. Predator isn't a film I'd rewatch often, but it has an appeal when I'm in the mood. Also, while I don't tend to enjoy Alan Silvestri's work, his score here is engaging and genuinely creepy.

The Day the Earth Stood Still: It's shocking how well this movie holds up. I saw this as a kid, remembered it fondly, and still think of it fondly. It has the subtlety of a sledgehammer during its final ten minutes, but then that's forgivable in sci-fi of that era. It paints a still-pointed image of humans as scared and sectarian, and within the production limitations (AKA self-censorship) of the time, it conveys a lot of disturbing messages and warnings. Oh yes, and a tiny note: NOT THE REMAKE! NEVER THE REMAKE! And the music's all right too, though I've never much liked 50s music.

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial: I suppose I should mention this one, as I did think it would be good. But...eh. I suppose I liked it well enough as a child, experiencing its approach to aliens for the first time. But I never wanted to rewatch it. And as I've grown older, that wonder has been replaced by a feeling that this film's story could have been told in 100 minutes rather than the 140-plus the original release used. I get it was aimed at a young audience, or at least I assume it was, but I as a child wasn't impressed. And the latter half is so full of needless dramatic cliches. Also, unlike most of the other films I've covered in this post, I really don't like the music, which wobbles between overdramatic and bland.



So, there we are. Twelve opinions, and depending on the movie hot takes that might get me cancelled. I don't know. Being honest about one's views and opinions is coming back into vogue now, so maybe we can say we don't like something other people do like. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it to a point if you got this far, and take care out there. We might enter a dystopia within the next few years, but let's hope not.

Sunday, 22 September 2024

Recommendation - Our Child of the Stars/Our Child of Two Worlds

 This isn't going to be a full review. Just a brief opinion piece. I'm already pretty busy today, as I'm partaking in a reading session and a panel at today's Rainbow Space Magic Convention (please if you can register and catch today's events, starting from 17:00 GMT/9:00 PST/12:00 EST). So allow me to recommend two sci-fi novels written in a classic yet accessible style, from someone I only recently met but thoroughly appreciate having met and known. The duology Our Child of the Stars and Our Child of Two Worlds.

The author is Stephen Cox, and these are his debut works. Our Child of the Stars and Our Child of Two Worlds are set in 1969, a time of great social, political, and scientific change. Molly and Gene Myers are in the midst of a struggling marriage, not having the ability to have children, when a child literally falls into their town from above. An alien child whom they love and care for as their own. The story, spanning two books, follows the Myers and their adopted child Cory as they face prejudice, paranoia, and eventually the very real possibility that Cory's people would come to find him.

I don't want to say much more about this duology. If there is another book that turns it into a trilogy, so be it. But in my opinion, it doesn't need a third. It is a tightly-written duology that tackles social and personal issues that are as real now as they were in 1969. The irony is that the first book Our Child of the Stars wasn't meant to be Cox's breakout, but it has ended up being so. Do give them a read. As someone who started with the second book Our Child of Two Worlds, I can say you can jump in with either, although there's bound to be more satisfaction knowing what came before.

Please follow Stephen on his socials, and visit his website which houses pages for these two works.

Sunday, 4 August 2024

An Author's retrospective: Sapphire & Steel

Image source: David McCallum’s X Files: how Sapphire & Steel chilled the nation (Telegraph)

Yes, I know it's the Sunday after my second book's release, but I felt the need to talk about this series. A forgotten sci-fi relic from an age long past.

All irregularities will be handled by the forces controlling each dimension. Transuranic heavy elements may not be used where there is life. Medium atomic weights are available: Gold, Lead, Copper, Jet, Diamond, Radium, Sapphire, Silver and Steel.

With this intro...nothing really happened. But I ran into it by accident, and I've decided to write about it. This is one that I'm almost certain no-one will remember outside of niche sci-fi fans. A series broadcast by ITV between 1979 and 1982, Sapphire & Steel is basically a high-concept science fiction where interdimensional beings represented by atomic "elements" investigate violations of the flow of time and reality. Due to low budget and ratings, production struggles, scheduling mishaps, executive shifts, and the lead actors moving on to other things, the series ended on a cliffhanger, and remains something of a lost oddity. Not as much as that K9 spin-off that didn't happen.

Each story follows Sapphire and Steel, and potentially a third operative, during investigations where malevolent forces attempt to break into or disrupt reality, which can be something related to "Time" or some other non-physical being which can fatally disrupt reality. The first and seemingly most iconic for some reason sees a family disappear in a house full of clocks. The second adventure, my personal favourite, focuses on the ghosts of people who died unfairly being exploited by a dark entity. The third is a pretty bleak one about travellers from the 35th Century. The fourth is a chiller about photographs coming alive. The fifth, my second favourite, is a very interesting time-bending tale where a fancy dress party begins replaying events from thirty years before. The sixth features a diner where time has stopped, and a final trap for the protagonists.

This series treads an interesting and fine line between sci-fi and fantasy. If we're being strictly scientific here, it definitely falls into the fantasy camp. I mean, we're following two non-humans with telepathy, teleportation, and other powers as they face extra-dimensional threats which can cling to the dead, revive memories, and bend the flow of time and history among others. But then you get small obfuscations of these events, pseudoscientific explanations such as it not being an actual "ghost" ghost, but an after-image like an emotional imprint, which is something vaguely tied into the fact that pheromones exist. Plus almost every non-human character could fall into the category of being an alien. It's similar to how Lovecraft's works are technically sci-fi, but fall apart under any kind of scientific scrutiny. But the show's biggest pro is that it inhabits this liminal space, and so it can use these haunting ghost story-like set-ups to create compelling slow-burn mysteries about the intrusion of greater powers into the living world.

The major cons of this series are its active cliffhanger, which was supposed to be resolved in the next series, and its clear lack of budget. Not that this is much of an issue as suspension of disbelief exists. It actually puts a lot more on the sound design and cast to carry the series, which they do. The soundtrack and sound effects are genuinely unsettling, and the acting as a whole is very good. Joanna Lumley and David McCallum are standouts throughout as the otherworldly agents Sapphire and Steel.

There isn't a lot to say about the series, and it's become rare. It's available on ITV, there are commercial releases floating around, and there was a Big Finish sequel series for CD/audio that I haven't experienced myself. But there's nothing like the originals. Those odd, creepy originals.

Sapphire and Steel have been assigned.



Sunday, 14 July 2024

Updates, mid-2024 edition

Hi. So, this is a relatively quick post/update for how things are going, and my plans going forward. Also, I know there has been...a lot going in the past several days. In fact, just last evening something happened which is likely to push this post into the void. But damn it, I'm still gonna post this!

First things is that while the next entry in my Cluster Cycle series, Lost Station Circe, is still scheduled for July, there is still no date. My publisher Roan & Weatherford is snowed under with stuff at this moment, and doing their best to catch up. There was also some ID stuff that appears to be taking its sweet time. Hopefully I'll have the date ready and able to be released. It's basically ready. Also coming in the future are two interviews, one in the nearer future and one in a few months, which were a lot of fun to do. I'm also definitely booked to go to BristolCon again this year. Its first two-day event, which should be either fun, exhausting, or hopefully both.


In my personal life, I've been very busy with Open University studies, not putting all eggs into one basket, but also coping with some home difficulties related to illness and rediscovering my work-life balance after a prolonged period where multiple issues and illnesses were coming one on top of the other since roughly September 2023. A long time, to say the least. I also created a tier list video this week looking at the characters of my favourite video game series, Drakengard/Nier. That was fun, and is allowing me to get to grips with a new and much better open source editing software.

So, what to look forward to? Well, there are three more Cluster Cycle novels to come after Lost Station Circe, which given the current release timing should be coming over the next three years roughly. These are all provisional titles, but I can tell you this much about them.

* The Murderer's Burden (working title): A sci-fi detective novel inspired by the Golden Age authors of the genre.

* Sphear of Lament (working title): A first contact story with some H. G. Wells inspiration.

* Ancient Earth Explorers (working title): A concluding storyline, set against the backdrop of a gay romance.

I hope these leave you with some anticipation. Edits are still to be made on all three above, and as I've said the titles aren't final by any means. If you want to find out what happened before Lost Station Circe, then you can get the previous book Starborn Vendetta...anywhere that sells books.

Sunday, 9 June 2024

Audio Preview: Lost Station Circe

Apologies for last week's lack of content, but stuff happened. But this week, I've got something. A new short episode of "Author Talks" with some update stuff, but more importantly...an exclusive audio preview of Lost Station Circe, the second book in the Cluster Cycle series, the cover of which you can find here. It's available on Spotify and YouTube, links down below.


Spotify Link here. Blogger doesn't do embedding for Spotify.

Wednesday, 22 May 2024

Cover reveal - Lost Station Circe

 It's time! The time has come! Tempus has fugited mightily! Sorry, I've been reading a lot of Woodhouse. But it's finally time to reveal the cover art, and thus title and release window, for the second book in my Cluster Cycle series. Lost Station Circe tells a brand new adventure from among the people of the Cluster, is set for a release in July this year. Yes, that's right. July!

Created by the artist Koldunova, this is the cover that will grace Lost Station Circe in July 2024. Prepare for adventure, mystery, and a fresh chapter in the history of the Cluster and its people. The thousand-year saga continues...

(Also, disclaimer. As can be seen in the link this is an artwork that was generated using AI, which is potentially dubious. But reverse image searching by Roan & Weatherford indicates this was the artist using AI for an original creation, not an AI generating an image through the explicit pinching of other people's work. This work was licensed from the artist for use in this cover.)

Sunday, 28 April 2024

An Author's retrospective: Aeon Flux

 So, this is a new idea. Pieces of media that continue to live and linger in my mind, that in some way informed some of my tastes in stories and characters. And I thought I'd start with a doozy. A character who is little known outside certain circles, but helped inform some of my writing when it came to unconventional female leads. The lady of anarchy, Aeon Flux. (Note: Her name is technically spelled Æon Flux, but my brain melts when I try writing that, so I'm going to be using Aeon Flux for ease.)

I'll start with a tale. One evening in the mid-2010s, out of curiosity and boredom, I watched a movie on Film4. It was called Aeon Flux, a stylish science fiction action thriller starring Charlize Theron. And...I liked it. Yeah, the plot was hokey at times and the character chemistry could really fall flat, but the tone and the style and its twist on some sci-fi tropes was extremely engaging. Its picture of resistance to a utopian surveillance state almost felt like a false premise by the end of the movie, which had a story that...went places. it also had a unique sci-fi vibe, a kind of biotechnology that I hadn't seen anywhere else.

Out of curiosity and investigation, I found the original Aeon Flux, which began in 1991 as a series of shorts on MTV and evolved into a series of ten half-hour episodes in 1995. I saw these shorts, eventually got the complete collection on DVD. And...I liked it. It had a unique vibe that was daring and challenged some of my still-lingering stereotypes surrounding animation as something aimed at children. I had only experienced Studio Ghibli anime at this point, I had no idea about Paprika or Ninja Blade or Ghost in the Shell or Zetsuen no Tempest. This was my first 'adult animation' that wasn't fleeting glimpses of The Simpsons. It was unusual, and summing up the series beyond "avent-garde sci-fi with a female lead" is tricky to say the least. Cloning, time travel, philosophical discussions, symbolism, all this and more is for you to discover here. It's just...bonkers.

At the heart of both the series and the movie, along with a game that kinda bridged the two in 2005, is the love-hate relationship between Aeon Flux, a woman from the anarchist nation of Monica: and Trevor Goodchild, ruler of the technocratic nation of Bregna. They are complete opposites, but end up coming together repeatedly and explosively. Literally. I didn't quite get what was going on between them when I first saw the series, but now I get it. It's an exploration of the kind of instinctive yet completely unthinkable attraction that is often at the centre of tragedy in the real world.

There's--in my opinion--a lot to recommend about both the series and the film, with one caveat: DON'T EXPECT THEM TO BE THE SAME THING. The original series is a cult classic of adult animation, with an incredible score by Drew Neumann (which is available on CD and streaming services), and excellent animation and direction from Peter Chung. The movie has a great performance from Theron, again a great soundtrack by Graeme Revell (again available through streaming services), and its visual design and camera work is incredible. But their story quality is miles apart, and the chemistry in the film is as I said barely present. There's also the 2005 game from the same people who created BloodRayne, and...yeah, it's okay in the story department. And the soundtrack from Kyle Richards is once more great. Just, Aeon Flux music great.

So, what did I take from these? Well, from the movie, a particular sci-fi style that I haven't seen replicated anywhere else. A combination of clean and uncanny, of nature and tech. From the series, a surreal experience and a message that you can create a story without explaining everything. And from both, a unique woman. Sassy, indomitable, yet still able to feel. And someone who, while defined in part through her relationship with a man, isn't all that. She's still her own character. When I think of those films, I think of Aeon before anyone or anything else. And you may well find a bit of Aeon in some of the heroines I create.

Sunday, 3 March 2024

Introducing Author Talks: Season 2

Hi. Well, this is written in a bit of a rush, but it's an update for everyone. In my attempt to have something other than text to help show that I and my work exist, I've been creating a to-date solo podcast called 'Author Talks'. What became the first season happened over last year, and I've started the second this year. All it consists of so far is an introductory thing, and the first episode dedicated to a short story by H.G. Wells, 'In The Abyss'. I think this is a very good if rather wordy story with a fascinating twists. I'll include the YouTube link below. If you enjoy it, maybe check out the previous episodes, and the reading I did from my novel Starborn Vendetta, which is also available on my YouTube channel among other things. Enjoy!



Sunday, 10 January 2021

The Truly Alien

 How can you portray an alien people? Whether it be a fantasy society, or a sentient kind from another world in some universe or other? It's something that's been around since people were making up stories of otherness. From the tales of fae and deities, to modern twists on other peoples and cultures in science fiction narratives, it's difficult to find any kind of approach that can really be called 'alien'.

The most basic problem is that many can't easily see outside their preconceptions of what is a sentient being. Our only examples are Earth-based fauna, specifically a certain hybrid bipedal primate which has reached every continent on Earth, is now one of the most populous mammals on the planet, and has an unusually complex society which splinters across abstract boundaries and esoteric concepts. I mean humans, of course. Some are more obvious than others, like octopuses which have proven problem-solving abilities, or dogs and cats which can understand elements of speech and even hold conversations to a degree. But others like just fish, or insects, or rodents, when used it's almost like a conscious subversion of the norm. It's easier with fantasies, as there's a greater level of fantastical license to draw on, but science fiction's always quite tricky. See any episode of Star Trek or Star Wars to see how difficult it is to break away from the humanoid norm.

The second problem, which is often both encountered and worked around in fantasy, is how much of real-world developments to incorporate into the fiction. Of course, nothing's entirely new in fiction, just a rearrangement of what's already happened. But if you want to create something about a large pantheon, do you mix and match or mimic a specific religion from the ancient past? When you create something about a spirit or fairy, do you risk accusations of cultural appropriation, or change enough that it's more of a homage than direct use? This issue particularly arises with both living religions such as Christianity or Hinduism, and still-living folklore traditions such as those of the Native American nations. The same problem applies to social structure, living conditions, and any kind of interpersonal culture. And that's before you get to reproduction!

There is a third, more insidious problem that's been pointed out in stories such as Avatar and Bright, which had respective alien and fantasy peoples based very explicitly on ethnic minorities. Minorities, what's more, that have deeply engrained but also deeply harmful social stereotypes that these stories encouraged rather than downplayed. While many stories show the normal encountering the unusual, leading to a natural feeling of otherness, many stories have an outward sense of integration, or at least coexistence. So when stories use real-world parallels, they can encourage the kind of behaviour that is supposed to be wrong in reality, simply through reinforcement of a toxic image. Racism is senseless, meaningless, and based on a groundless prejudice. By creating specific others based on these groups, we don't break down barriers, we reinforce them.

Now, I'm not above these problems. I've had to face them, succumbed to them, and had to rethink a story to get round them. But at least I recognise them, where many other authors might not even realise it. For all those who read Tolkien's Middle Earth only for its surface narrative without seeing the deeper cultural mingling and openness he demonstrates, who were bamboozled by Ursula le Guin's approach to science fiction. I ask this. Next time you read a book, look at the story and think; "I wonder where I could find a parallel to this?" And if you can't find it, that's the mark of a true author.

Sunday, 19 July 2020

Short story; A Job for Gaols

‘Good morning, Sir. You have new messages.’
‘Yeah yeah, PAL. Play them.’
Now is your chance to win C400,000 in the Drake Sector lottery draw. Enter now for just one credit, and you could become the richest person out there. Don’t dawdle! – Dear Mr Goals, your subscription renewal request to Hot Action VR has been received and approved. We hope you continue your patronage. – Mr Gaols, our mutual client will be calling on you in one hour to retrieve the information we hired you to recover, and transfer your fee. Be ready.”
Gaols sighed and stretched his arms and legs. ‘That’s fine. PAL, set up my VR set. I’ve got time for a quickie before they get here. Use Hot Action VR – Male 33.’
‘Understood, Sir.’
Gaols got out of bed and walked naked to the VR chair set up in one corner. Lying back on its soft leather contours, he let the VR visor slide across his eyes, and felt the connectors attach to the near-invisible sockets in the small of his back. The video slowly appeared, as if he were opening his eyes, and the virtual rapture began. The stimulation was palpable. He was lying in that chair, being slowly and amorously devoured. He briefly marvelled at how people had ever done this on their own or with 2D videos.
The discharge was sudden and powerful, causing Gaols’ whole body to tense and relax. The VR device slid away and the connectors withdrew. He cleaned up the worst of the mess, then dove into the shower cubicle and let the steaming jets do the rest. Forty-five minutes later, when his client arrived, he was spotless. The exchange was made. Data from a local triad organisation for C40,000. Enough to keep Gaols’ business afloat for another two months.
He was expecting the wile away the rest of the day in solitude. But then someone else came to the door. A woman with the tight outfit and vividly dyed hair of the privilege few who lipped on the uppermost levels of the Terrace. She sat abruptly, then fidgeted in the chair for some moments. Gaols decided to initiate the conversation.
‘If you want serving, I’ll need to know how.’
‘Hmm? Oh yes. Sorry. I... Well.... It’s somewhat delicate.’
‘Hey, didn’t you read the ad? “Delicate situations a speciality. Discretion assured”. I don’t say what I don’t mean.’
‘I’m glad about that. You see, I want you to find my brother.’
‘Find your brother? As in find long-lost brother, or find mission brother?’
‘Isn’t it the same thing?’
‘Not at all. They’re totally different. So what’s yours?’
‘He’s... Missing. Since last week. I think he may be in the lower Terrace strata. He doesn’t know how to survive down there.’
‘I see. So you want me to find him. I’ll need details.’
Gaols got my details, then mentioned his fee. ‘It’s C40,000 for one job like this.’
‘Would you accept more?’
‘Who wouldn’t accept more for a job like this.’
‘I can pay you C500,000. Is that acceptable?’
Gaols almost went slack-jawed. C500,000. The same kind of sum he heard touted on the regional lottery commercials all day long. Twenty times the standard amount earned by lower strata citizens. More money than he had earned in his entire life. Enough to set him up for retirement, early or otherwise.
‘Sure. I’m willing to accept that. I’ll find your brother. Call round in a week. I’ll have something for you then, guaranteed.’
‘Thank you.’
The woman got up and left abruptly. Gaols made a note in his small book; “Dyed woman, missing brother, C500,000.” He closed the book and smiled. This would be a synch. He cut his teeth on finding people in the lower strata, whether they wanted to be found or not. Even during his enforcer days, when he worked for the local Triads shaking down people who were late with payments.
‘PAL, I’m gonna be out for a while. If I get any calls, say I’m out on a case.’
‘Understood, Sir.’
Pulling on his jacket, Gaols left his apartment building and mounted the vertical Metro which would take him to the lower strata. He got some brief looks at the sun between the Terrace’s gleaming towers, then everything was plunged into industrial shadow. The smells changed from the tang of street purifiers to the industrial smog he knew so well. The Metro reached its destination and he stepped out onto a dilapidated platform, stepping round a homeless man who had clearly died during the recent cold snap. The station staff would notice once he started to smell.
A two street walk took him to Tseng’s Place, a small den he had frequented during his triad days. He walked in, strode through the shop and past its empty counter, into and beyond the hidden parlour with its intoxicating scents rising from discarded pipes, and into a sealed room deep within the building. He rapped on the door, and a voice sounded from within.
‘Who is it?’
‘Pizza guy. You ordered extra sleezy.’
The door opened with a sigh and Gaols passed inside. Tseng was lying on a large divan on the opposite side of the sumptuous room. He stared at Gaols as the door closed behind him.
‘I never imagined you would come back here, Gaols-san. You told my boys that you were now a respectable private detective. To what do I own the pleasure?’
Gaols struggled not to scowl at the false Asian accent Tseng insisted on using. ‘I’m looking for someone. I thought you could help me. Someone from the Terrace’s gone missing.’ Gaols gave a brief and informative description. ‘I’ve been hired to find him.’
Tseng gently chewed the stem of his hooka. ‘No-one has been here from the Terrace for over a month. We’re out of fashion at the moment.’
‘They don’t need to come here for you to know. You keep your eye on everything in the lower strata. It’s your business to know.’
‘True. That’s why you made such a good enforcer. My brain and your muscles made the perfect combination. I’m surprised you left for the higher strata.’
‘I wanted to be my own man. Surely you can understand.’
‘Yes. But I miss your little quirks. You’re the only enforcer I’ve ever known who got paid bonuses in virtual sex. Is it still twice a day?’
Gaols’ eyes narrowed. ‘Just once these days. I haven’t got free time for any more. A self-run business isn’t an easy task master.’
‘True. And it must be hell keeping your chair in good order. I remember the bills we got after that night following the Terrace Anniversary job. You spent over two hours in the thing. Practically melted its motherboard.’
‘It was a rough mission. I needed to blow off steam.’
‘Most of my men do that with drink, drugs or real sex. Not a chair-mounted VR system and a subscription to Hot Action VR.’
‘I don’t like drink. I hate drugs. And real sex makes me squirm.’
‘Not a good advertisement for your kind, don’t you think?’
‘You gonna help me or not?’
Tseng smiled. ‘As this is the first time you’ve asked, and I owe you a favour or two, I’ll do this for free. But if you keep on coming back, I’ll expect payment.’
‘Understood. Phone me when you hear anything.’
Gaols left without another word. Returning to his office, he rang another of his lower strata contacts. He knew her under the name “Sally Surge”, the name she had taken when she entered one of Tseng’s businesses. Everything that Tseng didn’t know, Sally would. It took half an hour to get through to her, and even then the results were fruitless.
‘Sorry, Honey.’ Gaols grew red at Sally’s use of his given name. ‘Haven’t heard a thing about any Terrace tots down here. It’d cause a real stir.’
So he moved on to his own research methods. He slowly trawled through the Dark Net, looking at any sign of a Terrace resident getting lost in the lower strata. The whole thing looked like a big mess, and even his experience net surfing skills turned up nothing. It was almost as if this man didn’t want to be found.
The revelation was immediate and complete. He didn’t want to be found. And if someone didn’t want to be found, the lower strata were full of alternate worlds where someone would exist beyond society’s eyes. In fact, one location leapt immediately to mind. The Dregs. Once part of the early city’s advanced sewer system, left behind as the city climbed like the Tower of Babel towards the heavens, now it served as the home for everyone who fell or threw themselves off the grid. Once there, a person was effectively dead.
Near the end of the day, he got his news. Both Sally and Tseng reported back, and both confirmed that the only signs they could find pointed to the Dregs holding his quarry. Changing into something suitable for that quarter – slacks and waterproofs that looked the worse for wear – Gaols walked to the one major elevator which went down to the very deepest strata. Even then, he had to find one of the ancient sewer covers and make his way down a network of ladders and ramps to reach the Dregs proper. No-one wanted an easy way down there.
Gaols navigated a long line of ancient sewers, filled with the detritus of its ancient past, and the human remnants that drifted down from above. He even fancied he saw the remains of some in the large water channels which ran beneath him. He walked for some distance, then stopped at a vast chamber. One of the old sewer system’s recycling and pumping hubs, it now stood empty like an artificial sinkhole. A shanty town stood at the base of a power relay pillar which extended from the floor to ceiling. Tails of smoke rose to the ceiling and its vents, which in turn led into the city’s lowest strata and its eternal layer of smog.
Gaols had no choice but to use the stairs, inuring himself to the mounting stench rising from the town and every vent he passed. There weren’t enough outlets for the general miasma produced by a few thousand people, and he shuddered to think what the facilities were like. If they even had facilities. When he reached the main “street”, he found himself walking through puddles of sludge he tried not to think about. When this was done, these clothes were getting incinerated. As he pushed into another part of the town, something caught his eye. A figure who vainly struggled to avoid the puddles of filth, and who walked with a strange upright stance he remembered from earlier that day. A stance only those in the Terrace would hold.
Gaols came up to the man and tapped him gently on the shoulder. ‘Your sister’s worried. She asked me to find you.’
The reaction was not what Gaols expected. The man turned, punched him hard in the stomach, then began running. Gaols recovered quickly and ran after his quarry. The pursuit took the two through the other side of the shanty town. up another flight of stairs, and down a large waste pipe converted by the locals into a walkway. Gaols rounded a corner, almost slipping and falling off the walkway into the festering mire beneath. His quarry was frantically climbing a ladder, heading for the bottom strata. As he continued his pursuit, Gaols wondered why this man was so terrified. Had he wanted to get lost in the Dregs?
Gaols emerged in the middle of a large square, and saw his quarry struggling to free himself from two Servitor drones who were demanding he “cease his erratic and disturbing behaviour before further measures were taken”. Gaols quickly ran over and spoke with the drones.
‘Sorry about him. He’s...under treatment. PTSD. I’m his minder, but he managed to slip away. Crows upset him so. Sometimes he just doesn’t know what’s happening. Come on now, let’s go.’
Gaols took the man’s arm, and he suddenly seemed docile. The drones let them go, and the two walked to the elevator which would take them to the upper levels. Before leaving, they had to go through decontamination to get rid of the worst of the mud and stink. They were still the only ones on the lift, as everyone else hung back. The lift took fifteen minutes to reach the upper strata, so Gaols had time to talk with his companion.
‘Whyd you run?’
‘I don’t want my sister running my life any more.’
‘That’s what she does?’
‘Simon, do this. Simon, do that. It never stops.’
‘You know she’s worried.’
‘Yeah. Worried about her position. If I’m not around, whose gonna make the money to look after our senile parents, keep our Terrace apartment, pay for all her fancy clothes. She’s a parasite, and I can’t shake her off. Why couldn’t you just leave me there?’
‘It’s not my business to help you. I got paid to find you.’
The man looked at Gaols, and for a second their eyes locked. In that glance, Gaols saw a man driven into nothingness, someone whose own will had never been exerted, who had only ever lived for others. It had broken him.
‘Yeah, sure.’ the man smiled. ‘Guess you’ll have to disappoint her.’
The lift, a simple platform surrounded by a scaffolding structure, was passing through a large open area where an old strata had been evacuated due to contamination. Before Gaols could stop him, the man dived to one side, leaping through a gap in the scaffolding into thin air. Gaols rushed to the edge of the platform, but knew there was nothing he could do. It was a 100-foot drop. No-one would survive that.
The following day, the woman called round again. Gaols received her with professional impassivity, and she was equally impassive when he told her of her brother’s death. She slowly nodded.
‘I know you did all you could. Perhaps, given the circumstances, you might accept a reduction of your fee.’
‘Yeah, that’s what I’d expect too.’
‘Shall we say...C50,000.’
‘Sure. Why not? Transfer now?’
The transfer was done. The woman left without another word.
Gaols found himself wondering how much of the original money would now be put aside to save herself and her social position. With her brother dead, she was on her own. He leaned back in his chair, smiling and looking back on what he had seen. A sister distraught at the wrong thing. A brother so afraid of his life that he saw no other way out but death – whether social or actual. And himself, the private eye who got involved. Was he responsible for that man’s death? He shook his head. If he started thinking like that, he would be back on two sessions a day in the VR chair. With the rest of the day clear, he decided to read one of his books, then go out and get some fresh waterproof gear to replace the ones ruined in the Dregs.
‘Yep.’ he said with a rueful grin. ‘Just another day in paradise.’