Born in Cheltenham, and and currently languishing in Loughborough, I am the author of 'Insect Nations: Visions of the Ant World from Kropotkin to Bergson' and co-author of 'Conceptual Breakthrough: Two Experiments in SF Criticism', both published by Inkermen Press (end of plug). At the moment I am working on a collection of short stories, and...
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Born in Cheltenham, and and currently languishing in Loughborough, I am the author of 'Insect Nations: Visions of the Ant World from Kropotkin to Bergson' and co-author of 'Conceptual Breakthrough: Two Experiments in SF Criticism', both published by Inkermen Press (end of plug). At the moment I am working on a collection of short stories, and conducting research towards a cultural history of plants (end of future plug).
As is customary on these occassions, I now offer a list of my foibles and prejudices in the hope that you will be able, thereby, to see me all the better (a no-doubt erroneous hope - rather, I shall appear as a conceptual version of those grotesque portraits by Arcimboldo).
Likes: Suede shoes; alcohol, cigarettes, and black, black coffee; lies, as long as they're colourful; the past.
Dislikes: Trainers; sports drinks; sport; the truth, alas; the present, increasingly.
Films: Mostly old, and usually British - A Passport to Pimlico ('It's because we're British that we'll fight to be Burgundian!'); Kind Hearts and Coronets; The Lavender Hill Mob; A Matter of Life and Death; Black Narcissus; The Servant; The Wicker Man.
Guilty pleasures: The Carry On films; Doctor Who; Morrissey and The Smiths - an unlikely grouping, but I can't think of anything more English.
Music: Thouroughly Late Romantic - Mahler, Sibelius, Richard Strauss.
Political persuation: Red, unrepentantly Red - of a deeper hue every day...
'Some good stuff: more indifferent stuff; much rubbish.
How else is any book going to catch reality?'
Frank Kuppner.
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