It's awful, I know: a writer telling you to buy their book/s for presents. So in the spirit of generosity befitting the upcoming festive period, I'd like to suggest some stocking fillers what other people wrote. Just in case you're short of an idea or two for word-loving friends and family.
I can hardly wait to finish Murdoch's wonderful The Sea, The Sea, so I can get stuck into this, Robinson's eagerly anticipated fourth novel. So how can I recommend it without as much as turning the cover? Because the author is one of those rare beasts, a gifted writer who weaves wonderful plots, creates compelling characters, yet at no expense to his obvious love of language. I imagine this will be a literary thriller of the highest order.
Ok, so I am editor of this literary journal, but hear me out. For just ten English pounds you get some of the best short stories being published today, a mix of wonderful emerging talent, Booker longlistees and established greats, all accompanied with bespoke artwork and front illustration. You will also be supporting us to put out another issue next year. More details here.
here to find out more.
Er, hum. If, after purchasing the above fine publications you are still in need of a gift or two, this is my current novel, a psychological thriller, the initial penning of which began this very blog several years ago. It's had some very lovely reviews from kindly folk here and here. And some writerly peoples have also said nice stuff over here.
To borrow from Mr Pack, you could click across to Amazon for any of these, but you're much more likely to go to heaven if you pay a visit to your local indie bookshop. Atheists, you just get to feel good about yourself.
As you were.