Just as I was preparing to step on a plane to Italy and meander all author-like, interesting and improbably sweaty around the streets of Florence and the piazzas of Siena, the good people at The Press and Journal, Scotland’s oldest daily newspaper, ran an extract from A Private Haunting in their Saturday magazine. I may be an Arab and […] Read More →
I’ve always liked edgelands. The scrub of empty space where a factory used to be. A murky dawn canal, brambles lilting in the pass of ghost barges. An abandoned quarry in late winter, just a mysterious tower, every window broken, watery sun. Or an abandoned crazy golf course, this being a setting for ‘A Private Haunting’ and now the final cover image. […] Read More →