You’ve noticed that absence in your life haven’t you? A slow grinding down of your soul, that terrifying whisper of isolation? Well by now you’ve probably worked out that it’s because I’ve not been updating this blog very much. But worry not, lamb, I’ve a bounty of book reviews to keep your brain cell warm.
First it’s worth mentioning our event at the Scottish Poetry Library on April 25th (starting 6:30 – get there early for a seat): Rockets For Edwin Morgan. It’s a celebration of the great man himself, with sci-fi readings from Ron Bultin, Pippa Goldschmidt, AndyJackson, Claire Askew, Ian McLachlan, Kelley Swain and James McGonigal. BOOK YER TICKETS NOW. A blog ditty penned by my cursed hand is here.
And now a host of reviews! If you don’t already own Where Rockets Burn Through: Contemporary Science Fiction Poems from the UK then I can only assume you’ve been incapacitated for the last 4 months, or that you’re just a terrible person. Salvation can be found here: Penned in the Margins.
And so to the reviews, keep 'em coming!
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“I should probably check my enthusiasm and not say this is a landmark anthology, but I believe it is a major one [...] This is fresh stuff, and very accessible”
“An achievement and a milestone”
John Field writes a poetic and insightful review, with pictures to boot!
“When Rockets Burn Through is an anthology with considerable ambition.”
StarBurst awards 8 out of 10 stars:
“Science fiction and poetry, on paper at least, should be the perfect marriage. And, fortunately, it is! [...] an excellent addition to the science fiction poetry genre”
Geek Chocolate published the most ‘critical’ review of the book to date, summarising:
“as with the exploration of the universe, those scattered diamonds in the night are the reason for the journey through the dark spaces between”
The Telegraph calls Where Rockets Burn Through:
“an unusual stocking filler”
“science fiction and poetry are, on this evidence, very complimentary forms”
Sidekick books call it:
“moreish work [...] a real genre zapper”