Above Sugar Hill by Linda Mannheim

‘Above Sugar Hill’ by Linda Mannheim

-Reviewed by Nick Murray- It’s like all those snapshots of New York – Brooklyn and Manhattan – in the 70s and 80s that you remember seeing when you were young. Starting with grainy reruns of Sesame Street – complete with proto-PSAs, where afroed kids would perch their bellbottoms on doorway steps – to pictures your…

A is for Apocalypse

A is for Apocalypse (ed. Rhonda Parrish)

-Reviewed by Nick Murray- I have no idea how big Godzilla really is. During his atomic inception he was 50 metres tall and exactly relative to the Tokyo skyline at the time (the tallest building being the National Diet Building at 65 metres). When I joined the kaiju craze in the late nineties he was…

Young Skins by Colin Barrett

Young Skins by Colin Barrett

-Reviewed by Rebecca Burns- Young Skins is Colin Barrett’s debut collection of short stories. It is published by The Stinging Fly Press and comprises seven tales in total. About 180 pages long, it is one of those rare pieces of fiction: a crackling, blazing set of stories, written in language both jolting and poetic. The…

Things to Make and Break - May-Lan Tan

Things to Make and Break by May-Lan Tan

-Reviewed by Eleanor Hemsley- Things To Make And Break by May-Lan Tan is one of the most perfect collections of short stories I have ever come across. From an unforgettable abortion to a young girl’s abuse, the stories are each unique but with a certain, unpinnable similarity that makes them work perfectly together as a…

Posthumous Stories by David Rose

Posthumous Stories by David Rose

-Reviewed by Rebecca Burns- Posthumous Stories by David Rose, published by Salt, runs to over 200 pages and comprises sixteen pieces of fiction. The title may mislead some readers: these aren’t stories collected together to memorialise a deceased writer – Rose is very much alive. Rather, as the blurb on the jacket informs, the stories…

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Box[Ed.] #1

-Reviewed by Cathy Dreyer- Box[Ed.], a new magazine from a group of MA students at Kent University’s School of English, arrived in a buff-coloured box, its contents huddled together like a pile of leaves in an Autumn garden. I felt quite protective of this small assortment, as if I ought to guard it from the…