My mother often used to say to me, “You’re not big and you’re not clever,”  and this short story is a bit like that. I wrote “Thomas” about six years ago and I post it here not because it’s award winning material, or even something I’m particularly proud of, but because despite its short length, its naivety, and it’s obvious flaws, there’s just something I really like about it. Thomas is simple, sentimental, and slow paced, but the core idea — an old man just trying to exist and failing to understand the significance of the events going on around…

There’s a second hand bookshop just outside the entrance to my job– a dangerous concoction of cheap books and easy access which often results in me returning home with armfuls of yellowing tomes — my wife isn’t a fan. But this particular bookshop gets two things just right that most bookshops don’t; one, they don’t mix the science-fiction with the fantasy — a classic mistake that will immediately see an end to my patronage; and two, they have a really quick rotation of books, which means there’s always the chance of picking up some lost classic. During my lunch break…

This isn’t a review, it couldn’t possibly be. Reviewing Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein would be like attempting to give a critical appraisal of The New Testament. But did want to write something about what it’s like to read Frankenstein when the story and characted have had 200 years to percolate in the creative minds a million writers, film makers, and TV producers and how the view of those who have never read the book differ from the original text. Frankenstein is one of those odd books which is so engrained in modern culture that everyone thinks they know the story, but…