Author Archives: Robert Davies

Abandoning Books

I’m currently about a third of the way through Daphne du Maurier’s 1980 collection, The Rendezvous. It’s a collection of her earlier stories, all of them seemingly imbued with a typical du-Maurieresque undercurrent of dread and paranoia. I was reading it alongside members of the Instagram “[Shirley] Jackson Collective” but I’ve decided to abandon the book for now.

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Blog Update, October 2017

RIP XII We’re a month into the September-October RIP XII event and unfortunately I haven’t quite been able to get to everything that I’d put on my list here. From this list, I’ve managed to write about The Skull of the Marquis de Sade by Robert Bloch and Supergod by Warren Ellis. I’m in the […]

Robert Bloch – The Skull of the Marquis de Sade

Title: The Skull of the Marquis de Sade Author: Robert Bloch Published: 1976, Corgi (Originally published 1965) I bought this 1976 Corgi edition from Instagram bookseller P. G. Bloodhouse. Highly recommended for your classic horror, crime, suspense and thriller needs! Sometimes it’s as though a title of a book or short story calls out to you, […]

The Big City: Exploration, Anxiety and Deliberate Isolation

[Journal entry]

I’ve never been able to cope particularly well with being in a big city.

Comics Plus – Library Edition

This may already be old news to some of you reading this, but I was really pleased to find that I could use my local library membership to create an account over at Comics Plus. It’s free to join using most UK library accounts, and you can borrow comics/graphic novels for seven days at a time. You can read whatever you’ve borrowed using the website’s web app, or you can use an Android or iPhone app if you want to keep them handy on your device. I only joined a few weeks ago and already I’ve earmarked dozens of comics I want to read.

Warren Ellis – Supergod

A friend from work recently turned me on to Warren Ellis’ Supergod series, released in 2009-2010. I am somewhat familiar with Ellis’ previous material, having read some of Transmetropolitan and The Authority quite a few years back, but this title sounded particularly interesting. 

The Faces in the Trees

Efa, a quiet fair-haired and dark-eyed girl, was the only daughter of the village farmer. She sold the vegetables and the meats from her father’s farm at the county market every weekend, which was north of a barren field and a dark wood which led down into a deep valley. On Saturdays, Efa would fill her baskets with ham, carrots, lamb, milk and leeks. Then, she would leave her father and her village, step over the churchyard walls into the field and walk north along the path past the wood, towards the market.