Category Archives: Books

Anthony Horowitz, Moriarty. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision rating * * * *

When you hold someone in such high regard, inevitably, cruelly, they will often at some point, let you down, even from beyond the grave the disappointment felt is almost akin to making the grief grow, become a monster, it can be unbearable and drive you to the point of reckless, or worse, emulation.

Robert Harris, Munich. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

History always recalls the large moments, the seemingly unshakeable facts that we repeat and regurgitate in class or in film, the presence of the figures that have shaped the world, for good, for their own nefarious reasons. History always understands that we are defined collectively by those instances, but for the individual the moment seems greater, the recollection arguably clearer, for they have no distraction, unlike the cheering crowd revelling in the Aut Pax Aut Bellum…either peace or war.

Bob Stone, Missing Beat. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

As all writers know, Time makes its own rules and quite often doesn’t adhere to them, Time is able to ridicule humanity, make fun of the way it plans and schemes and then sees it comes crashing down, a heartbeat missed, a skip in the fabric of time, and suddenly, as Pink Floyd rightly sang, “Ten years have got behind you.”

Matt Finch, Chris Baker and Mike Collins, Apollo. Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

We explore, we break new ground and we laud those who dream and achieve the seemingly impossible, we do it all because deep down inside of us there is a spark of brilliance that once saw us climb down of the trees, stand erect and imagine. We see the horizon as the next goal to reach, perhaps not realising that the horizon moves as we do, but nevertheless it is one that can be grasped, should be held and desired, that from the trees to the Moon is but a short step for humanity, but one that means the world.

Stephen King, The Outsider. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is perhaps one of our more realistic and understandably damaging fears, to lose our identity, to be accused of a crime that we know we didn’t commit but to have all the evidence, our D.N.A., witness statements and testimony from every conceivable source of police profiling and psychiatric testing, to have our identity wiped out, to have someone else wear your face, act like you, have your friends believe you have become evil, insane or just plain foolish, that is the basic premise of many nightmares and some great cinematic moments captured for eternity.

Martin Rowson: Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels’ The Communist Manifesto. Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

It is only apt that in the times we find ourselves in that Communism should be once more a topic of serious debate, that the works of Karl Marx, in the bicentenary of his birth, and that of Friedrich Engels should be considered an alternative to the unpalatable rhetoric that comes with the ever diminishing responsibility that Capitalism has shown to be grateful to shed.

Javi Rey, Out In The Open. Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We all fight battles that nobody else considers to be of much interest, that we show a face to the world in which some will only remark upon with clarity and foresight, normally the people just pass by, it is to be expected that their lives will always matter more to them than your own, it is not kind but it is natural.

Please Hear What I Am Not Saying, Book Review. Poetry Compiled By Isabelle Kenyon.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We are urged to listen to everything, to take note of all the words said and to take the appropriate action required to make sure all is understood, that there can be no ambiguity in the conversation, we then smile, pleased with ourselves that the dialogue has been completed and we can go and implement the ideas thrashed out.

Where there is discussion, there is also silence, but for the most part we don’t pay too much heed to the words unspoken, the pauses in which the exchange may have stumbled or become broken, snatched from the ether, the moment in which you should hear the silent scream become clear, Please Hear What I Am Not Saying.

Doctor Who: The Shining Man. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The woods hold an allure over the minds of humanity that no concrete jungle can ever be seen as being able to convey; a building in darkness may have the element of danger attached to it, even perhaps an ingredient of peril, of intruding into the majesty of the mind which first envisioned the structure, yet a wood holds mystery that cannot be tamed, that cannot, unless we butcher our surroundings, be completely seen, the wood has many eyes and each one of them is trained upon the stranger who knows not where the traps are laid.