Genre and the Edges

'In the evening, I'd pour myself a glass of very strong rum on the rocks, and I'd write hardboiled poems...' Pedro Juan Gutierrez I've spent my writing life on the periphery. It's not only a matter of success, or lack of, although that certainly plays its part. You stand watching the dance floor with your … Continue reading Genre and the Edges

The Queen of the Night by Marc Behm

'I hate furniture and clowns.' And kicked on by that first line, we follow Edmonde Sieglinde Kerrl and her hazardous progress through Nazi Germany, from the rise of the party until the trials at Nuremberg. A lover of Shakespeare and opera, sexually liberated and haunted by the spectre of her deceased father, Edmonde is a … Continue reading The Queen of the Night by Marc Behm