Where To Now?

The Autumn has brought the usual leaf fall that sends me out to tidy and clear daily. Not much time left over for literature as a result.
However, since the nights are dark, reading has replaced TV as the distraction of choice. The bookish people who now gather in little groups to hear writers read from their latest work are also good company. Last week we went to hear Alan Glynn read from "Bloodland", a complex thriller set on three continents. Paranoia fiction is seeing a revival, doubtless thanks to the psychological horrors being inflicted on unsuspecting citizens by corporations and governments worldwide.
It's nice to be tucked up indoors with a book that makes one think...

I Hate...

"tough", "brooding" and "dogged"... Which leaves me begging the question as to why I persist in gathering facts about thrillers and the Noir Genre on the Internet. It may be linked to the fact that the current national psyche is so afflicted that writers refuse to write happy happy books. In reality I remain a contented soul living an ordinary life indoors...