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In the year 3392, an automated grading machine decides that seven year-old Grame is fit to be no more than a "mechanical repetitive wor...

“In the early spring of nineteen sixty-three, there was a rumour — unconfirmed and a little scandalous — that George Smiley might almost be ...

LXXI The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all they ...

This handsome little hardback is an arresting read. The strange, tactile quality of Aliya Whiteley's fiction has long entranced me (see ...

This is the third of the, to date, eight Slough House novels (following Slow Horses and Dead Lions ). Again, the TV version - which I saw f...

This is a review of a comic science-fiction novel from 1968, sort of John Wyndham done as sitcom. Yet in poking fun at the mores and anxieti...

This is great fun - a Rivers of London novella set in New York in the Jazz Age, narrated by the woosterish Augustus Berrycloth-Young. Gussi...

Someone is meddling with time. That means that when an Aztec warrior ventures into a long abandoned Exxilon spaceship, he isn't instant...

I'm ploughing on with my  episode guide to the BBC children's serial Garry Halliday (1959-62) , and ahead of an entry there on the f...

By fun coincidence, I received a copy of this book - recommended to me by various friends since publication last year - two days after happe...

River Cartwright is a nepo baby in MI5, his grandfather a retired top spook. But River cocks up a big operation and, in disgrace, is assigne...

Last night, I finished reading this to Lady Vader, having read it to the Lord of Chaos about five years ago and having had it read to me by ...

First published in 2014, this is a collection of eight longish short stories — each comprising more than 50 pages. It’s the first Aickman I’...

Two teenage friends, Freda and Florence, run away from home in York in 1926 and head to London to make their fortunes on the stage. Gwendole...