Dead Babies

It would be possible to imagine from the last post that I didn't rate Martin Amis. Nothing could be further from the truth. (Don't imagine either that I was being sarky about James Owen; he is a very fine writer.)

Dead Babies as an sf novel.

It's clearly a near future setting; it denies itself throughout; it's thoroughly unpleasant in a very funny way; it's George RR Martin's Sandkings with people;

Let's Go

The Weekend Starts Here

Er, let's not. And thanks for showing us why not.

It's unspeakably brilliant. It's unspeakable.

Here's Quentin...