The unspeakable

One thing that I’m always interested to find in prose of this period is an instance of the unspeakable – something too utterly horrible to be described.
The Final Count has an excellent one. When the evil Carl Peterson comes in contact with the deadly blistering poison that kills as soon as it is touched:
“…for full [...]

Sapper

One of the things that I’m interested in is the way that post-war thrillers show ex-soldiers defeating various forms of evil by using skills and attitudes learnt in the war. So I read Bulldog Drummond and the like. This weekend (taking a break from  scholarly texts about the activities of suffragettes during the war) I’ve [...]

It’s May 2nd 2006, and I’m about to start blogging…

Who am I?
I’m George Simmers, just retired from teaching English in comprehensive schools for many years. Not wanting to drift into intellectually mouldiness during my retirement, I decided to do what I should have thirty years ago, and am now enrolled on PhD research at Brookes University in Oxford. My subject is the fiction of [...]