Marcel Theroux and I are chatting about Soviet science and Stalinism at Pushkin House. This is where I first lectured (long before I had earned my licence) and without this opportunity to talk my ideas through, Stalin and the Scientists would never have got written. So it’s their fault.
It’s a ticketed event: details here
On Sunday 25 September at 1:00pm I’ll be speaking to writer Marcel Theroux about Stalin and the Scientists, and explaining how a handful of impoverished and underemployed graduates, professors and entrepreneurs, collectors and charlatans, bound themselves to a failing government to create a world superpower.
Here’s a long chat with Neil Denny about Wolves (and an hour out of your life you’ll never get back) http://www.littleatoms.com/sounds/Little_Atoms_313_Simon_Ings_Jude_Rogers.mp3
Dead Water sails into that stormiest of seas, the Indian Ocean, to explore the murky depths of the shipping business along with those of its latter-day evil twin, piracy. In this highly ambitious, hugely entertaining novel – part sci-fi fable, part cold-war mystery, part ghost story, part hymn to the complexity of wave theory – Ings weaves multiple plots together, plunging the reader into a vortex of countercurrents from the opening page. The choppiness is dizzying, perhaps even irritating. Stick with it, though. You’ll be rewarded with such engaging characters as Roopa Vish, the Indian police probationer who ends up in bed with the gangster she’s investigating, and Eric Moyse, the shipping magnate who comes up with a wheeze for hiding the planet’s most toxic substances. The locations, from rambunctious Mumbai to odd Oman, are portrayed with visceral vividness, and so is the action, which includes a train crash and a tsunami. After reading this, you’ll never drink water with quite the same insouciance again.
—ARMINTA WALLACE in the Irish Times, 16 June 2012
My Dead Water, his Blind Giant, Arc, and much general merriment.
I missed this review when it came out in Interzone. Damn.
… there are still some authors who look to the universal; who understand that focusing on the daily experiences of one man and his dog isn’t necessarily sufficient when exploring the 21st century
Please, for the love of Christ, buy it here.
And let’s hope it has better luck than the ship on the cover.