| Author | Message | ||
     Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.165.36.17 |
Just received the BFS Journal book - Winter 2010. It looks and feels good. Now I shall read it! | ||
| Mick Curtis (Mick) Username: Mick Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.59.115.60 |
Me too - looks lovely! | ||
| John Forth (John) Username: John Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 82.24.1.217 |
It's a good looking volume, and certainly a smart step for the society. | ||
| Matthew Fryer (Matthew_fryer) Username: Matthew_fryer Registered: 08-2009 Posted From: 90.195.182.42 |
Very nice volume indeed. I've read the Prism section, and the couple of stories I've dipped into so far are excellent. | ||
| Mick Curtis (Mick) Username: Mick Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.182.24.98 |
It'd be nice to have the starting page of each magazine listed on the index page though; it's a little awkward to move to the start of, say, Prism, as it stands. Minor gripe though... | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 81.145.100.125 |
I have just started a real-time review of all the fiction and poems in the BFS Journal at my Last Balcony blog. | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.169.219.237 |
Just finished my RTR of NEW HORIZONS in the BFS Journo. Amazing reading experience. Well done, Andrew.  | ||
| Des (Des) Username: Des Registered: 09-2010 Posted From: 86.169.219.237 |
I've just completed my review of the BFS JOURNAL hardnack book fiction and poems. An excerpt: Incry by Joel Lane “But echoes of the toilet box death kept recurring for me.” In only 4 pages, this genuine Lane-like gem helps me piece together the book’s gestalt (in a similar way as I earlier pieced together ‘Water Buried’). The dark “atonal” symphony with pent-up screams released as a chorus. Boxes (even an earlier character called Box and, elsewhere, even a Boxer!). Attic or celllar or rocket or within-own-body claustrophobia. Things being “trapped“, waiting for release. So perfect genius to say ‘incry’ not ‘outcry’… We don’t want this book to create an outcry, so much as a thoughtful Horror vision that really stings us into some sort of consciousness of the trapped self, perhaps? A sadness that prepares us for happy release? Or any other expression one can think of to describe these elements in one’s own personality. However, this story may only be a way-station for a different gestalt to emerge when I read on in this book. I do not know as yet. (22 Jan 11) |