Category Archives: Books

Fables: Arabian Nights (And Days). Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * *

In every season, in all great and interesting art, there must always come a small blip in the fabric of performance; so much so that the only real and humane thing to do is to treat it as perhaps filler between the good stuff. Not everything appeals all the time, not everything immediately grabs you by the scruff of the neck and shouts proudly down your ear-hole, “Adore me.”

Stephen Fry, More Fool Me. Book Review.

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For many, indeed arguably millions, Stephen Fry has that modern disturbing invisible, perhaps slightly jingoistic moniker attached to his name that implies monetary wealth, rather than the importance he brings to the species as a whole and yet National Treasure he is and will be hopefully until the sad lamenting day when Q.I. has an empty host chair in sad rememberance.

Fables: Homelands. Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

What do fables do when nobody is thinking of them? It’s pretty much the same for anybody that walks the planet sometimes feeling alone and un-thought of, if they don’t wallow in a pit of despair, they can get up to mischief or they can become a hero.

The Wicked And The Divine, Graphic Novel Review.

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The ancients arguably had a better idea of what makes Humanity tick than the so called enlightened era in which the notion of one deity, in which ever guise you prefer to believe in, sits in judgement or peace loving affection you care to mention. Whether through the inter-changeable Gods of Rome and Greece or the Gods of Norse mythology and British Paganism, there was personal God for everybody and whichever one you believed in surely stoked the fires within you.

Fables: The Mean Seasons. Graphic Novel Review.

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The war is over and now the stirrings of a Civil War in the family has begun to grumble down every side-street and political office in Fable Town. It is though a Civil War that will have to take place without either Snow White of the father of her children Bigby Wolf.

Russell Edwards, Naming Jack The Ripper. Book Review.

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It is one of the most baffling mysteries and indisputably one of the most horrific set of crimes in British detective police work to have ever been committed. Every corner of the Earth, from all walks of life, the foul and craven murder spree of Jack the Ripper is known, researched and poured over by amateur detectives, hunters of the truth, the rank and file and the ghoulish alike.

James Patterson, Cross My Heart. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

When it comes to writing Crime Fiction there is probably nobody more prodigious or capable of such a vast wealth of tension in their words than American writer James Patterson. When it comes to undoubtedly his greatest creation, Detective Alex Cross, that output generates enough steam from the ideas being poured out that it would put the weight of pressure that is ready to explode under Yellowstone Park seem like a damp dish rag ready to be put out to dry in the Florida sunshine.

Fables: March Of The Wooden Soldiers. Graphic Novel Review.

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When those who drove you from your home, took your families hostage, killed, murdered, those you love and destroyed everything you have peaceably raised and seen flourish begin to come into the land you have settled in, made new homes and lives but with always a rememberance to the past in your heart, then do you make a stand and draw the biggest line possible; do you say no more or do you run once more?

Doctor Who: The Crawling Terror. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

There is something almost devilish about insects and arachnids that awaken a primeval fear in millions of people around the world. The reader only has to think of the beast Shelob in The Lord of the Rings Trilogy of books to perhaps feel a shiver of disgust, of undiluted terror run smoothly down their spine to know how they feel about spiders, the revulsion at the cockroach, the abhorrence of a plague of wasps and despite marvelling at the ingenuity and might of the humble ant, to see thousands of them milling around you, climbing over you in search of food is enough to send Horror makers grin at the thought of celluloid gold.

Tony O’Neill, Buddha In A Hat. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It could be considered one of the hardest aspects of writing poetry, to deliver a series of poems with an incredible thought, a deftness of the well placed word, whether it rhymes or not, bulging with humour and with the ability to make a reader understand that the poem is asking you to be scathing of a world that seems to have no time for the craft and also demands that you must question the wound that appears. It is a hard task to pull off, many a great, perhaps arguably legendary poet fails at the attempt but for Tony O’ Neill and his recently published collection of poems under the title of Buddha in a Hat, all these demands that a poet places upon their mental agility are met.