‘The alien doctor wouldn’t be anything like Dr. Patel. Jeremy’s doctor was caring and kind; he just liked to talk. No needles, no knives, no painfully invasive probes.’
‘Juniper’s scorched Ballardian landscape is populated with rich, broken and searingly ominous characters.’
‘Beautifully uncomfortable — too believable in its dark subject matters.’
He sat and smoked and gazed out of the murky window at Coney Island. The boardwalk. The beach. The ocean. He had been holed up in the hotel room for days now and it felt as though the room was gradually expanding as he felt himself diminish. It felt as though he was being slowly …
In her college days at Barnard, Patricia Highsmith was steeped in Marx, Freud, and her budding writing career. She quickly became disenchanted with the first of these and later claimed to mistrust the second, but many of the dark roots of the writing we know so well first appeared in the pages of Barnard Quarterly …
A hangover from school to college, the lies they told, the lack of confidence and self depreciation leading him to believe them, then and now ‘Man you not popped your cherry yet? I lost mine when I was born.’ (this guy really hadn’t thought it through) still he berated on him Relentless He said: ‘Take …
Charlie had never thought he’d be the kind of person to kill a man but with Welles’ bloody corpse staring up at him, well, there really was no doubt in his mind…
‘Have you ever been so cross at the world, nothing makes you feel better except seeing someone bleed?’
The body lay hidden
covered by a sandy shawl.
My shoes went in
and then legs, buckling.
The rancid air escaped
and days old sand,
sea and decay blew out
over the new.
‘I never meant to catch him there, high up by the crotch like that. I wanted to kill the bastard; then again, I never was much of a shot.’
The last thing she wanted as she flicked on the telly and set the Jameson’s down was to hear the phone, then came the Chief Inspector’s distinctive voice.