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Entry #516 Apr. 19th, 2017 @ 09:02 pm
Off to the unknown but unprejudiced shores of Dreamwidth.

Screen 2017 : Jigsaw (1962), My Brother's Keeper (1948), Hell Drivers (1957) Jan. 5th, 2017 @ 02:11 am
Dixon x 2, Bond, Steel, Drake and the DoctorCollapse )


Missing Believed Wiped Central, 12th November 2016 Dec. 8th, 2016 @ 07:39 am
A few weeks ago I was thrilled to accompany parrot_knight to the my first Kaleidoscope event since 2009.  2016 has turned out to be grim in plenty of aspects, but in terms of recoveries of lost television it’s been a proverbial annus mirabilis.
A 6 a.m. start on a cold, blustery morning...Collapse )


Daggerology Jul. 28th, 2016 @ 04:52 pm
Here are this year's shortlists in the categories that I'm particularly interested in:

Goldsboro Gold Dagger, Best Crime Novel of the Year:
Black Widow, Chris Brookmyre
Blood Salt Water, Denise Mina
Dodgers, Bill Beverly
Real Tigers, Mick Herron

Ian Fleming Steel Dagger, Thriller of the Year:
Make Me, Lee Child
Rain Dogs, Adrian McKinty
Real Tigers, Mick Herron
The Cartel, Don Winslow
The English Spy, Daniel Silva

John Creasey (New Blood Dagger), Debut of the Year
Fever City, Tim Baker
Dodgers, Bill Beverly
Freedom's Child, Jax Miller
The Good Liar, Nicholas Searle
Eileen, Ottessa Moshfegh

Endeavour Historical Dagger
The House at Baker Street, Michelle Birkby
The Other Side of Silence, Philip Kerr
A Book of Scars, William Shaw
The Jazz Files, Fiona Veitch Smith
Striking Murder, A J Wright
Stasi Child, David Young

Winners to be announced Tuesday, 11th October.  There are, compared to last year, some properly short shortlists here, and a crossover with this year's Booker longlist.

Disordered Daggers : Dead Pretty by David Mark (2016) Jul. 18th, 2016 @ 06:48 pm
Aector's HouseCollapse )
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» Disordered Daggers : Make Me by Lee Child (2015)
Westwood clicked off his database and opened up a web browser. Then he glanced at the door and said, “So I guess we’re really doing this.” “No one will know, “ Reacher said. “Until the movie comes out.”Collapse )
» Disordered Daggers : Dodgers by Bill Beverly (2016)
East dreamed interstate dreams, dreams he’d never had before, choppy, worrying. Running the wrong way, or driving against oncoming traffic, or impossible land : a highway emptying into a river, a bridge wobbling, a prairie breaking up. Or ahead of them in the east, L.A., with its smog and brown mountain scrim, where it shouldn’t be. All the land – people talked about America, someday you should see it, you should drive across it all. They didn’t say how it got into your head.Collapse )
» Disordered Daggers : Real Tigers by Mick Herron (2016)
You could feasibly throw a tennis ball and cover the distance between Slough House and St Giles Cripplegate, but if you wanted your ball back, it might take a while. For there was no straight route through the Barbican, which resembled an Escher drawing assembled in brick by a spook architect, its primary purpose being not so much to keep you from getting where you were going, but to leave you unsure about where you’d been. Every path led to a junction resembling the one you’d just left, offering routes to nowhere you wanted to go. And set down in the middle of all this, like a paddle steamer in an airport, was the fourteenth century church of St Giles, within whose walls John Milton prayed and Shakespeare daydreamed; which had survived fire, war and restoration, and which now reposed serenely on a brick-tiled square, offering quiet for those needing respite from the city’s buzz, and a resting place for poor sods who’d got lost, and given up hope of rescue.Collapse )
» Disordered Daggers : The Second Man by Edward Grierson (1956)
Slowly, with a perfect economy, she drove the witness to the wall. At first he was unwisely contemptuous of her and showed it. It did him no good. He was sarcastic; he scored; and his scores rebounded. She turned his words. She held them up; comparing them, and presented them to him again; and got fresh answers and played with these. I have never heard a witness so condemned out of his own mouth. Yet at the end she was still treating him in the same way; as though she trusted him and expected the truth and found herself bewildered by the lies that came up like changelings.Collapse )
» The Colours Out of (an Adventure in) Space (and Time)
The Changing Face of...Collapse )
Subtle Knipe and Cummins attractionsCollapse )

The main exhibition, a history of the British Graphic Novel, served to highlight my ignorance of this genre - I was particularly taken by the specimen pages of Montague Terrace, Gast, Strangehaven and Will Kevan's My Life in Pieces.  Clearly some of the titles featured were worthy of an exhibition of their own -  The Sandman was represented by two pages and one of Dave McKean's intricate creations for a photographic cover. Some of the connections made between the earliest British cartoons and their 20th and 21st century descendants did seem a bit tenuous, but I'm not complaining if it means the chance to see four pages of Ronald Searle's Capsulysses or H M Bateman's Getting a Document Stamped at Somerset House.
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