Issue #257 of Interzone is now a thing in the world: Subscribers will have received their copies while non-subscribers have been left to experience its absence, like an amputated limb or a press-ganged lover. 1,858 more words
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An Interzone review from last year.
Steve Rasnic Tem, Solaris Books, 267pp
Steve Rasnic Tem’s Deadfall Hotel (2012) was a remarkable novel. Set in a mysterious hotel with an unusual and often elusive clientele, it dealt with Richard’s attempt to begin a new life with his daughter, Serena, after his wife’s death. 753 more words
A review from Interzone last year.
Astra: Book One of The Gaia Chronicles
Naomi Foyle, Jo Fletcher Books, 379pp
We tell one another stories to amuse and entertain ourselves, but we tell them also to commemorate, to educate, and, in the most extreme cases, to support an ideology. 766 more words