So the new book I’ve started penning is Our Man in Manchester, a post-modern espionage novel. I know, I know, but I’ll give it a metaphysical turn, won’t I? Stop moaning before you’ve even read any.
Meanwhile, summer school continues apace. All but too flaming hot to be teaching, but needs must.
And that’s about it on planet Dalton. A rum do.
Just done a new article for the Fantasy Faction site, ain’t I? You can read it here: http://fantasy-faction.com/2014/the-changing-faces-of-fantasy
I’ve read the quite amazing book (biggest seller in the world right now), and the film… really doesn’t disappoint. Of course you’re not going to cover an entire book in a mere two-hour film, but enough of the book’s power is captured to make it well worth a look. Warning: you will cry, even if your heart is adamantine and even if you sold your soul to the devil long ago. A tender film about kids with cancer, mixed with bitter-sweet humour, is always gonna get to you. You will also feel ennobled by the whole thing. An easy 8.5 out of 10 from me.
Well, it’s no real surprise, is it? Other than the big names (who are a small minority), authors make no money to speak of from their books. They get ripped off by their publishers, init. But don’t take my word for it, cos you can read the gory details by following the links below:
Leeds capitulates! A signing event now confirmed for Saturday 16 Aug 2014, 11am-till-all-the-books-are-gone. Hurraaaaaaaaaaaaah!