I was left feeling decidedly uncomfortable by Eat, Pray, Love author Elizabeth Gilbert’s decision to withdraw from publication her historical novel set in Russia, not least because I’ve just published my own HNSIR (The Crimson Child, thanks for asking). I confess I haven’t watched her self-cancellation, or should that be self-flagellation, video. But I read …
Spring. 1880. It was General Krolikov’s name day, the day he celebrated being Timofei son of Timofei. He chose to spend it in Tavrichesky Garden, St Petersburg, as he did every year, weather permitting. As usual, his daughter Vera had arranged a party. Most of those in the group were strangers to him. He assumed …
First of all, an apology. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I blogged. And second of all, another apology. I’m sorry I’ve started blogging again. But I do have news, so I thought maybe I should resurrect the old bloody blog. What news? Basically, free books. And very cheap books. And more free books. …
It’s possible that every now and then someone stumbles on this blog entirely by accident. Looking for something else – I can’t begin to guess what – you find this. Me. I can only apologise. In all likelihood, you will speed-click back to google. Get the hell out of there! It’s some writer’s blog! If …