3:AM Cult Hero: August Derleth
By Robert O’Connor. H. P. Lovecraft considered himself a regional writer, and drew upon his native New England as the setting for his twisted tales. He encouraged fellow Cthulhu writers – with whom he frequently corresponded – to do the same. It was at his urging that Robert E. Howard began writing more and more […]
Ghost Milk
On the one hand Sinclair is attacking the way in which the 2012 Olympic development has ruined east London; but on a poetic plane Ghost Milk functions as an auto-critique of the successful man of letters. Sinclair knows ‘there’s no success like failure’ and presents himself as endlessly chasing invoices, doing ads for Audi cars, and getting banned from making public appearances in Hackney libraries. In fact, he portrays himself as doing almost anything but writing.
Stewart Home reviews Iain Sinclair‘s Ghost Milk.
Sea
Lime in my glass, in my summer sweater, I examine the masonry, feeling slobber on my knuckle. The stones are green and blue and purple, like I was once, when I woke to the alarm of a hammer. There is nothing on my hand but the leftover of my bath salts, one of the many scents I get for Christmas from my mother. I picture hands coming, the shake of the wrist, my husband’s face once kind, with cloudy eyes and hints of eucalyptus. He’d never met my father, but with that same fierce look, they could have been one.
By Kim Chinquee.