• Book Of The Month – December: Dawn of the Unread

    ‘What nightmare stops Lord Byron dozing? The ghastly sound of bookshops closing.’ Title: Dawn of the Unread Author: Various Genre: Comic book, Gothic, parody Publisher: Spokesman Press Published: 2016 Nottingham has had a long-running literary history, as shown by its status as a UNESCO city of Literature. Utilising the...
  • Book Of The Month: November

    ‘I ate the end of my piece of cheese and took a swallow of wine. Through the other noise I heard a cough, then came the chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh – then there was a flash, as when a blast-furnace door is swung open, and a roar that started white and went...
  • Book of the Month: October

    ‘‘If I could take what I’ve learned and make one menial job easier for you, or prevent you from having the kind of sex where you feel you must keep your sneakers on in case you want to run away during the act, then every misstep of mine was...
  • Book Of The Month: September

    TITLE: After Mrs Rochester AUTHOR: Polly Teale GENRE: Romantic Screenplay PUBLISHER: Nick Hern Books PUBLISHED: 2003 PAGES: 96 Impact Arts goes rogue this month, featuring a play rather than a book for this edition of Book Of The Month. What better way to celebrate all things Bronte than sinking your...
  • Book Of The Month: August

    ‘What was ugly can become beautiful in an instant. Peace is all around us. The slogan says:                Birdseye-in-Furness: The Promise of a Brighter Barrow. There’s a problem with Barrow, but it can be fixed. You just need to change the name to Birdseye. Everyone applauds once the credits...
  • Book of the Month: July

    ‘I’m fine. I just…’ I could see his pale collar, his dark suit jacket a contrast against it. ‘I don’t want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about…’ He swallowed. Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful. ‘I just… want...
  • Book of the Month: April

    ‘Mother says that people like me just become intellectual old maids,’ I told him. ‘I don’t see why,’ he protested. ‘Oh, well, it’s probably true!’ I said, rather sharply, for misery had as usual made me irritable. ‘After the War there’ll be no one for me to marry.’ ‘Not...