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The Red Men published by Gollancz
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Tag Archive for science fiction
Science, magic and the iPhone
by Matthew De Abaitua •
Black mirrors and jellyfish screens
Psychedelic SF
by Matthew De Abaitua •
The episode of SF:UK I wrote and presented about Alan Moore, Zardoz, and psychedelic science fiction
HiLobrow hero: Sun Ra
by Matthew De Abaitua •
In praise of the otherworldly genius of Sun Ra.
HiLobrow hero: Russell T Davies
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My brief appreciation of Russell T Davies, the man who revived Doctor Who
Not The Red Men trailer
by Matthew De Abaitua •
This fake teaser trailer for The Red Men movie by Shynola makes me want to write all day and all night, to bring more of this world out.
Judging a very short story competition
by Matthew De Abaitua •
The glorious Hilobrow.com are running a very short story competition, for which I am acting as a judge. Readers are invited to submit a short-short (250 words maximum) story about a troubled/troubling superman or -woman. Closing date is 5pm EST on Monday February 15th.
Hilobrow – John Carpenter
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Few cultural scraps are as redolent of lo-fi VHS genre pleasures than a movie trailer with JOHN CARPENTER’s (born 1948) name above the title and his own analog synth score. Carpenter’s breakthrough was Dark Star (1974), a wiseass repudiation of 2001: A Space Odyssey’s intergalactic awe. Bits of the movie’s code can be discerned in…
Jonny Mugwump’s Weird Tales For Winter
by Matthew De Abaitua •
Starting on midnight of the 25th January, Resonance FM will be broadcasting a series of specially-commissioned collaborations between writers and musicians, Weird Tales For Winter, curated by the incomparable Jonny Mugwump and including my own collaboration with the West Norwood Cassette Library, entitled The Dinner Party Wars
The Stone Tape
by Matthew De Abaitua •
It’s hard for 21st Century whippersnappers to appreciate the impact Nigel Kneale’s 1950s Quatermass serial had on the nation. Back when there was only one channel, and the programmes all went out live, a writer could step out of Alexandria Palace, look out across the TV aerials rigging the dark London skyline and know that…
