Power to the People

After finishing reading the novelisation of the 1970's TV comedy series, Man about the House, which I thoroughly enjoyed, I thought I would continue the light-hearted nostalgia theme with another 70's comedy series novelisation.

Man about the House

Duvet Day

Took the day off work as I am sick to death of it. Chilled in the garden and did some house chores instead.

I love the lickle sparrow in the top right hand corner of this pic of me reading:

And thus plant is still looking pretty fantastic:

An August Leaf

Spent the day in the garden chilling and making the most of the Summer weather.

A richly-hued leaf fluttered to the ground before me as I read, reminding me of the ever- rotating wheel of the season. Autumn will be here before we know it. I tucked the leaf in my book as a useful bookmark, and savoured the heat of the sun all the more day because it transient nature.

Phew - What a Scorcher!

Sat out in the shade, reading Graham Masterton's Plague, with Monty (doing his best to keep down the dandelions). Had to move from the comfy chair in the garden to hard seat on the patio after a while though as, when I nipped inside to grab a diet coke, our furry girl had nabbed my seat.

Reading with the Furry Girl

Felt a little bored this evening after the Guy N Smith zine is now published. I know time is ticking on my Glastonbury zine, but was in the mood some more chilled. So out comes Grady Hendix's PAperbacks from Hell. Seeing me settle on the settee with a book, look who came to read with me:

Had to put the book away after only a short while, though, as I found myself compiling a growing list of books I know would be happy snuggled against other tomes of their ilk on my bookshelf. But I am skint!

Crash - J G Ballard

 Settled for the evening, reading J G Ballard's Crash.

Garden Reading

I have been wanting to read the short story  WHO's A PRETTY BOY, THEN by Jan Mark ever since I saw it collected in the 15th Armada Ghost Book. And wow, am I glad I took a few minutes of my time this afternoon to read it. Written from the point of a view of a child, the story is crafted perfectly and is rather a dark beast of a tale. The more thought given to it, the darker the simple tale becomes. Highly recommended reading.

A Little Sunny Reading Sesh

Polar Christmas Reading

It has been a recent tradition of mine these past few Christmas' to read a vintage ghost story published in Seth's illustrated range of books. Last month's title I chose to read was The Captain of the Polestar by Arthur Conan Doyle. 

Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Captain of the Polestar (1883) presents a chilling ghost story set against the backdrop of the desolate Arctic. The narrative follows John McAlister Ray, a ship's doctor aboard the Polestar, as he documents the unsettling experiences surrounding Captain Craigie. Through Ray's journal entries, the tale unfolds the psychological turmoil and supernatural disturbances that plague the captain, whose fixation on ghostly visions merges madness with the uncanny. 

Reading the story reminded me of another tale I read a few years back - the more modern and longer Dark Matter (2010) by Michelle Paver, which also navigates themes of isolation and fear within an Arctic setting. In this later book, the protagonist, Jack Miller, part of a doomed scientific mission, faces spectral occurrences as the endless Arctic night envelops him. Despite the gap of over a hundred years between the two works, both stories resonate with thematic parallels, and generate an atmosphere of dread stemming from human vulnerability in unforgiving environments.

Both narratives effectively employ the Arctic landscape as a backdrop for psychological and supernatural horror. In Doyle's The Captain of the Polestar, the frozen sea becomes an unforgiving force, mirroring Craigie’s troubled mind. Conversely, Paver's Dark Matter delves into the suffocating isolation of the Arctic, using the perpetual darkness to symbolize the encroaching fears of the unknown. While Doyle's writing is richly evocative, Paver creates a more visceral experience, vividly illustrating the relentless cold and silence that amplify the tension.

At the heart of both stories lies the fragile human psyche under extreme duress. Captain Craigie’s visions and unstable behaviour in The Captain of the Polestar echo Jack’s growing paranoia in Dark Matter. However, while Doyle leaves the supernatural elements open to interpretation—raising questions about the reality of the apparitions—Paver confirms the existence of sinister forces. This difference positions Doyle’s tale as a more enigmatic reflection of Victorian doubt, whereas Paver presents a contemporary psychological horror grounded in tangible threats.

In Doyle’s narrative, the brevity of the story shapes its characters; Captain Craigie remains an enigmatic figure, and Ray largely serves as an observer. In contrast, Paver’s Dark Matter provides a more profound emotional connection to Jack, whose personal fears and ambitions enrich his character's descent into madness. Paver, in developing her story to novel length, also creates a more robust cast of supporting characters, intensifying the story's tragic stakes.

Doyle’s prose, reflective of the Victorian era, possesses an elegance that may seem restrained by modern standards, favouring suggestion and ambience over explicit horror. In contrast, Paver's writing employs contemporary storytelling techniques, intertwining psychological tension with vivid sensory descriptions that immerse the reader in the protagonist's dread and isolation. The Captain of the Polestar stands as a notable example of Victorian ghost literature, infused with mystery and understated terror, while Dark Matter offers a more immediate and visceral horror experience, highlighting psychological intricacies and the unyielding threat posed by its Arctic setting. Readers drawn to ambiguous, atmospheric ghost stories may find resonance in Doyle’s work, whereas those in search of a harrowing, immersive narrative may gravitate towards Paver’s contemporary interpretation. Both tales, however, masterfully illustrate the lasting impact of the Arctic as a canvas for examining human vulnerability amidst extreme conditions. 

I would highly recommend both tales to ghost story enthusiasts.  And, given their chilly settings, the pair make for a fantastic supernatural Christmas reading treat.

And whilst Doyle's short story can be easily found in numerous anthologies, I do suggest you find the version I read over Christmas, if only for the small book's cool design, and Seth's cool minimalist yet highly evocative illustrations.

Watch this space for more info on Seth's range of Christmas ghost stories...

The Quiet Before the Storm

The quiet before the storm of activity. Nanowrimo, or write a novel in a month, commences tomorrow...

Reading Again...

Billie Quick's blood has just streaked the pale vampire's faces, meking them appear "like clowns from an unholy circus." Love it!

My favourite reading spot of late

Pre Halloween Reading

I've been so busy of late, with two important new jobs to learn, training courses  to complete and getting my latest Explore Gower book written and published. Hopefully the next two weeks will be a little quieter so I can crack on with some much needed reading...

Heading Home

I do enjoy my down time to catch up on things before heading home.

Stormy Reading

Whilst the  South Wales thunder raged in the skies overhead and the rain belted down, I read this grim short story by Guy N Smith.

Reading

Catching up on some reading before heading home.

Guy N Smith - The Knighton Vampires

I really should have read this book before this past weekend. But its fascinating to read a story set in a place you have literally just read... I've just got to persuade little fudjcake to let me get back into reading again.

Reading and Writing

A chilled middle day of my 3-day weekend. Popped up to our house at the top of the hill as we waited for our laundry to wash. It was nice to find the electrics are all sorted in the house now. The landlord is just waiting for the surveyor to complete their report now and then he can start getting the place fixed up for us.  Our garden there is now in full bloom and it is such a shame that we can only enjoy its colourful splendour in fits and starts.

The weather is a bit too hot for me at the moment, but I managed to get the bulk of my Tricho cacti out in our temporary bottom of the hill garden so they could sunbathe with The Mont.

I spent the hottest part of the afternoon indoors, catching up on some reading...

...and finally managed to do a little more work on my Gut N Smith zine in the night. Noting that I am already 51 days into that particular 100-day project, it felt great to get stuck into that again.