Beyond Black, Hilary Mantel

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A comically sinister tale of wicked spirits and suburban mediums from the Man Booker Prize-winning author of ‘Wolf Hall’ and ‘Bring Up the Bodies’.

Alison Hart, a medium by trade, tours the dormitory towns of London’s orbital ring road with her flint-hearted sidekick, Colette, passing on messages from beloved dead ancestors. But behind her plump, smiling persona hides a desperate woman: she knows the terrors the next life holds but must conceal them from her wide-eyed clients. At the same time she is plagued by spirits from her own past, who infiltrate her body and home, becoming stronger and nastier the more she resists…

Beyond Black is one of those books that really gets under your skin. It’s visceral, gritty, beautifully written and full of such powerful imagery, shocks, scares and even domestic drama, that it deserves to be called a masterpiece.

But aside from it being labelled the greatest ghost story in the language by Phillip Pullman (well, I haven’t read them all, but it has to be up there with the very, very best) it’s also a very clever look at the process of writing and creativity. Mantel said herself that she sees many parallels between clairvoyance and writing: the solitary existence; dealing with characters that no-one else knows exist; seeing the world in a different way to other people. And this parallel offers even more food for thought to a book that you want to devour in one sitting.

This could be my shortest review, in three words: I love it.

It’s one of my favourite books. I keep coming back to it because it is genuinely haunting; the language hypnotic; the characters so fascinating.

I’m surprised at some of the negative comments I’ve seen about this book. Perhaps those readers who were not blown away by it were looking for Wolf Hall in suburbia, or maybe a poltergeist stalking a Victorian corridor. If you’re looking for that kind of thing, maybe read the Woman In Black by Susan Hill.

Beyond Black is a book that takes you by surprise. It’s dark, it’s creepy and it will stay with you long, long after you’ve finished it. That is, if you give it a chance, which you absolutely should.

It’s a hard book to pigeon hole (who would want to anyway?) because it’s more than the sum of its parts. If I could write as well as Mantel, then I might be able to put in to words how much I love this book, but I can’t, so I’ll just say: read it.


The Games, Ted Kosmatka


Silas Williams is the brilliant geneticist in charge of preparing the U.S. entry into the Olympic Gladiator competition, an internationally sanctioned bloodsport with only one rule: no human DNA is permitted in the design of the entrants. Silas lives and breathes genetics; his designs have led the United States to the gold in every previous event. But the other countries are catching up. Now, desperate for an edge in the upcoming Games, Silas’s boss engages an experimental supercomputer to design the genetic code for a gladiator that cannot be beaten. 

The result is a highly specialised killing machine, its genome never before seen on earth. Not even Silas, with all his genius and experience, can understand the horror he had a hand in making. And no one, he fears, can anticipate the consequences of entrusting the act of creation to a computer’s cold logic. 
Now Silas races to understand what the computer has wrought, aided by a beautiful xenobiologist, Vidonia João. Yet as the fast-growing gladiator demonstrates preternatural strength, speed, and—most disquietingly—intelligence, Silas and Vidonia find their scientific curiosity giving way to a most unexpected emotion: sheer terror.

The Games is one of those books that on the face of it, looks pretty derivative. There have been umpteen books on genetic experimentation, and the load of techno-thrillers out there is immense, but despite this, I still found myself enjoying this taut and tense thriller.

The story of genetically engineered animals fighting each other in a futuristic Olympic Games is a pretty compelling (and enjoyably ludicrous) one. The future that we see isn’t one of flashing neon and hover cars, but something which feels genuine- with glimpses of technology that have changed people’s lives, such as a shot that reverses being drunk. The book hangs on a strong idea, and Kosmatka has built a very efficient story around it.

The one major draw back is the characterisation. With such a high concept plot, it’s easy to see why Kosmatka didn’t feel the need to flesh them out completely, as you are constantly distracted from moments of introspection by a moment of tension or peril. But, the central character, Silas, is essentially morally dubious, given his involvement in genetically mutating animals to create ‘gladiatorial entertainment.’ This could have been developed and looked at in  more detail to make the reader sympathise with him, to question why and how he justifies his work and to make him a more complex character. But, as it’s a techno-thriller, that’s not really the point. It’s a gung-ho, tense and exciting thriller that doesn’t dwell on bigger issues (though it does touch on them). You know where the book is going from the first chapter and it’s no less fun because of it.

It’s a great bit of holiday popcorn that kept me entertained, so I’d recommend this one in the same way as you might the latest Tom Cruise film: you know what you’re going to get, so don’t over-think it.

Heaven’s Shadow, Michael Cassutt and David S. Goyer


Heaven’s Shadow begins with the discovery of an object of unknown origin headed toward Earth. Speculation as to what it might be runs high, and leads to an international competition to be the first to land on it, to claim both the prestige and whatever other benefits there might be. Thus, two rival teams of astronauts begin a thrilling and dangerous race – but what they find when they reach their goal will turn out to be unlike anything they could have imagined . . .

What they have landed on is no asteroid but a spacecraft from a civilization that has travelled tens of thousands of years to reach earth. While the team try to work out what it is they are needed for, more sinister occurrences cause them to wonder if their involvement with this alien race will lead to anything but harm for humanity.

This is one of those stories that immediately hits you as a fleshed out screenplay, with a fast pace, broad cast of characters and a plot which simply doesn’t allow you to put the book down. Moody lead character? Check. Astronaut love interest? Check. Stroppy teenager? Check. Wheelchair bound genius? Check.

Each chapter feels like a 30 minute episode (perhaps the original idea?) but that’s not to say it doesn’t work as a book. It whips you along in a truly gripping tale of differing space centres racing to get to `Neo’ first (an asteroid that is heading towards earth) and the strange happenings that occur once they land…

It has summer blockbuster written all over it- and that’s no surprise since it was written by David ` Dark Knight’ Goyer. This is as close as I’ve come this year to a popcorn movie, and I’m glad that I picked it up. So glad in fact, that I’ve already bought the sequel.

Echo City, Tim Lebbon

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Surrounded by a vast, poisonous desert, Echo City is built upon the graveyard of its own past. Most inhabitants believe that their city and its subterranean Echoes are the whole of the world, but there are a few dissenters. Peer Nadawa is a political exile, forced to live with criminals in a ruinous slum. Gorham, once her lover, leads a ragtag band of rebels against the ruling theocracy. Nophel, a servant of that theocracy, dreams of revenge from his perch atop the city’s tallest spire. And beneath the city, a woman called Nadielle conducts macabre experiments in genetic manipulation using a science indistinguishable from sorcery. They believe there is something more beyond the endless desert . . . but what?

It is only when a stranger arrives from out of the wastes that things begin to change. Frail and amnesiac, he holds the key to a new beginning for Echo City—or perhaps to its end, for he is not the only new arrival. From the depths beneath Echo City, something ancient and deadly is rising. Now Peer, Gorham, Nophel, and Nadielle must test the limits of love and loyalty, courage and compassion, as they struggle to save a city collapsing under the weight of its own history.

Echo City is one of those books I picked up because I loved the title. Simple as that. I’m not a die-hard fantasy or sci-fi reader but I like to dabble, so after reading the synopsis, I was intrigued. Then, after reading it, I was completely satisfied that I have great taste in titles, because it’s everything a good sci-fi fantasy book should be (for me) with all the elements that make an exciting story, though not gratuitously included. There’s horror, action, violence, technology, genetics, even ghosts.

Lebbon has created a fascinating world here – a city that is so well realised you can almost smell it; a cast of characters to whom you immediately relate and an ominous, hidden menace which changes the book from being a world – building epic to a frenetic race against time thriller.

The middle section does perhaps drag on a little, but it more than makes up for it with a thrilling climax. If you haven’t read much sci-fi fantasy then I’d suggest Lebbon is a great place to start. I’ve often been put off fantasy works because writers spend 500 pages describing the weather and architecture. Lebbon doesn’t do that. He builds this universe brilliantly, but he never lets it take over the story.

This book reminded me of Twelve Monkeys, with it’s strange tech and otherworldly atmosphere. But while Lebbon has crafted something that may have echoes (sorry) of familiarity, he has created something  totally unique, which I highly recommend.

Flashback, Dan Simmons


America, 2036: a wasteland in economic ruin. Terrorism and ultra-violence plague a once powerful society, whose only escape is to numb itself on flashback – a euphoric yet cripplingly addictive drug that allows its users to re-visit their happier, past experiences.

Ex-cop Nick Bottom is about to receive a proposition. Flashback dependency has taken his badge, his reputation, and the love of his son. All he has left are the flash-induced memories of his beloved wife, Dara, taken from him in a tragic car accident.

Now powerful magnate Hiroshi Nakamura needs Bottom’s services, and, in particular, his memories.

After reading The Terror a couple of years ago, I was looking forward to reading another Dan Simmons book. Despite the gushing reviews for Hyperion and the other space operas he’s written, they have never really been my cup of tea. After picking up Carrion Comfort (too heavy for my bag) my interest was piqued when I saw that he’d turned his considerable imagination to the near future in Flashback. But this is a disappointing and at times, a morally repellent book, where Simmons’ right wing politicking, racism, islamophobia, and patriotic gung-hoism gets in the way of what could have been a good thriller.

The story concerns a down and out detective, called Nick Bottom, who is a flashback junkie living in the near future. This future is a dire mess of poverty stricken former superpowers – islamic fundamentalism; terrorism as a daily occurrence; warring factions; independent states; Orwellian levels of state interference, and some rather nifty technologies like stealth-copters.

Flashback is a highly addictive, inhalation drug which allows the user to tap in to their own memories and re-live them with crystal-clear clarity. For Nick, this means constantly revisiting a happier time when his wife was alive, six years ago (that isn’t a spoiler) and before the birth of their son (now a wayward, estranged teen).

At the start of the book, Nick is hired by an outrageously rich Japanese man (in the book, Japan has become one of the predominant powers in the world) to find the person who killed his son six years ago. Nick was a policeman during the original investigation, which turned up no leads and, since that time, Nick has fallen deeper in to Flashback usage. But he takes the job, in order to get more of the drug so he can revisit his wife in happier times.  Nick is hired to use flashback so he can re-read the police reports of the original investigation, find new leads and, if all goes well, solve the case. All clear so far?

Now, much of the writing is good. In fact, Simmons has a knack for an action sequence. His imagery can often be vivid and startling. But just as you are becoming immersed in this world, Simmons strides in and smears a right wing diatribe across the page, pulling you from the action and forcing the reader to question the very purpose of the book.

Because this book reeks of one man’s fear of Islam, where the Caliphate has taken over the world, essentially because America and the West were too conciliatory to Islam in the early 21st century. Different cultures live alongside each other in this dystopian America, but loathe one another. It isn’t made clear why racism is so prevalent, or why Nick continues to mock Japanese pronunciation – a recurring ‘joke’ which has no relevance to the story.

In a few historical asides, it becomes clear that Obama is  to blame for the emasculation of America and the US is now being invaded by a huge variety of countries. It is no longer the power it once was and Simmons is using this near future tale to highlight the dangers of Islam; to suggest attacking it is better than making peace and that we simply cannot let America be ‘turned.’ There are sections here that smack of a flag waving, gun-toting patriot rallying the troops.

The basic plot line is interesting: it has the ingredients for a film noir-ish investigative thriller. The basic premise is perhaps a little derivative (Minority Report meets Strange Days) but there are some great, inventive twists and sequences, and his prose is so very readable. But these points don’t save the book, or disguise its ugliness.

I’d like to think that he wrote this book in order to spark debate about the role of religion in society, or to make a comment on technology vs. religion but I fear this is just a bit of Islamaphobia disguised as a novel, which is hard to ignore and impossible to forgive when you’re trying to enjoy what is supposed to be a thrilling story.

After reviewing this book, I found the following article on Dan Simmons’ blog which has made me think my review was too kind:


Attack The Block

In the first 5 minutes of Attack The Block, you realise that this film isn’t Independence Day meets Shaun of the Dead. It’s a totally different beast. You can compare it to Super 8 or Stand By Me if you like, but that would be the kind of lazy marketing spiel that you’d probably see on the poster and it wouldn’t do this film justice as a great bit of sci-fi fun.

Joe Cornish, the comedian and one half of The Adam and Joe Show, as well as one of the screenwriters of the new Tin Tin film, has made a superior Brit sci-fi film that manages to be an all out actioner with laughs, rather than an all-out comedy with action (i.e. Shaun of the Dead). It’s directed with energy and style, and the council estate is portrayed as a brilliantly labyrinthine and atmospheric place. It’s full of great characters and  funny dialogue, all spoken with the authenticity of someone who has done their research in to how these kids talk. (Joe Cornish spent a long time researching the dialogue to make it sound accurate, and pulls it off without it sounding cliché.)

The story concerns Moses and his gang of friends who live on a Wembley council estate. It’s Halloween and they’re looking to exploit the police’s stretched resources by mugging some innocent people. Now, that doesn’t sound like your average bunch of kids in a sci-fi movie. And  that’s part of the charm and interest- and how it takes what is a fairly traditional storyline and make it original. These kids aren’t do-gooders or wholesome Americans looking to make a zombie film (Super 8 comparison over) but real kids who struggle to survive and want to make more of themselves.

Moses and his gang rob a nurse, but are distracted when the car they are standing next to explodes after being hit by a firework.  It turns out this isn’t a firework at all, but a nasty little alien. They give chase and once they’ve caught up with it, they kick the crap out of it. Little do they know, that is the beginning of their problems, as soon after, big, fast and fluorescent aliens begin to drop down on the block, putting Moses and his gang in the middle of an alien invasion.

Along the way, the encounter drug dealers, stoners, police, that nurse again (played by Jodie Whitakker) and the action cranks up to a satisfying and fast paced finale. There is real peril here and each  character gets his moment to shine.

There might be a few times when you want to know more about these aliens, or to see them in more detail, but you can imagine that the budget just didn’t allow it. That is a very minor quibble. Because when you combine the great acting from an unknown cast; brilliant cinematography; great direction and a foot tapping soundtrack, you’ve got a cult classic on your hands.

And it’s better than Shaun of the Dead. There. I said it.

Have a look at this blog from pagelady, who has studied the linguistics of the film to help Americans understand the dialogue. Of course, Americans wil never understand it, but it goes to show the effort Cornish put in to making it sounds authentic.

Captain America

My review in a nutshell:

It’s got that guy from Fantastic Four in it.

He’s really weedy, then get a jab that hulks him out so he can go and ‘kick nazi butt.’

He has a silly haircut.

He has a silly outfit.

It’s a piece of nauseous American gung-ho patriotism.

It’s really long.

Its got that guy from Vicar of Dibley in it.

The bad guy looks like a pizza.

It’s got a stealth bomber in it, even though it is set in World War II.

It’s not as good as this one: