Category Archives: chthonic

Because The Night

Kids are wonderful. Also generous. When they were small and running with stenchly ichors from various orifices, they donated a wide variety of microscopic organisms for the amusement of my immune system. That was then. Now, though.

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Anatamogenic

When Crox Minor and I visited the Hunterian Museum at the Royal College of Surgeons recently, I bought a copy of The Knife Man, by Wendy Moore, a biography of John Hunter, whose collection forms the nucleus of this remarkable … Continue reading

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Careful With That Amphioxus, Eugene

Spare a thought for the amphioxus, a humble marine creature which spends its adult life buried in sand, filtering particles of food from seawater using its beautiful and elaborate system of gill slits. On the left is a picture of … Continue reading

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My Holiday Reads

Yesterday I promised a run-down of my holiday reading, so, without further ado, and in no particular order, I shall start with Deer Island, a memoir by Neil Ansell – a short book, but in its way, perfectly formed. Ansell … Continue reading

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That Was The Week That Was

What a week it’s been. Honestly, if you’d have made up this week’s news, nobody would have believed you. So, what have we had? * A meteor exploded over Russia, quite close to the city of Chelyabinsk.

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Writings

It’s just occurred to me that I have the manuscripts of three different books at three different publishers, in three different genres, at once, all together, simultaneously, and at the same time. This has never happened before. The Beowulf Effect: … Continue reading

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It Has Not Escaped Our Notice #766

I have been deluged with several signs portents signs from our Latin America Correspondent, Dr A. C. of Santiago de Chile. There’s this; this; this; and, notwithstanding inasmuch as which, this; I wonder what this is trying to tell us?

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Music

It will not have escaped the notice of either of my readers that I have been somewhat absent of late. Absent in more than one sense, as I have been fighting off a rather vicious episode of depression caused mainly … Continue reading

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Fountainous

While we’re on the subject of holiday reading, I am informed by one Ian Whates, scholar, gentleman, SF author and, notwithstanding inasmuch as which, publisher of the SF anthology Fables from the Fountain, that sales so far have raised a … Continue reading

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Patterns

Being another excerpt from my gestating tome The Beowulf Effect, written today between Liverpool Street and Colchester, after which I played several rounds of Angry Birds. We human beings have at least two remarkable abilities. One of them is pattern … Continue reading

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