People like Dorn seem to be trapped just under the surface of things. No part of their character has ever been irreparably traumatised so they choose to stand on the periphery of life, operating like periscopes. Their days are usually associated with a particular place in which they float around like submarines on an arid
As the year inches towards an inevitable end, the writer takes it upon himself to indulge in unhealthy amounts of reflection. And, at the moment, said reflection heads towards the noble art of manliness. What does it mean to be a man? Is it enough to simply be the owner of a penis and perhaps
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards – here at Schlock, we’ve come to encourage a little license with the past. Berislav Blagojevic’s haunting recollection of the Yugoslav Wars becomes a snapshot of a disintegrating country’s elusive identity. Meanwhile, P. Keith Boran’s The Strangest of Angels transports us to a conflict that’s
Painting by Gilbert Calleja Dirty Boy Macnee was a Napper. He was the kind of guy you could admire, so Aurora B. did. Dirty Boy had told him a lot of stories, about how most of them carried knives, some of them guns. “Talk about baby killers,” Dirty Boy would say, and laugh the way
by Douglas J. Ogurek Illustration by Jennings Falzon A man stood at the brink of a cliff 500 feet above the sea. His hair swept back and his gown fluttered. The foot-wide disk that extended from his third finger rippled and released a rumble that carried for ten miles. The sound and the fluttering stopped.
There is something wonderfully flowing about Arthur Conan Doyle’s writing. Though at first glance the much-loved Victorian writer’s style displays much of the typical archness of his august age – he doesn’t exactly shy away from long sentences or labourious descriptive passages – after finally reading through his only famous non-Sherlock Holmes novel, I feel
by Maxine Calleja Urry Here’s a mystery to puzzle over: two Sherlocks, a couple of Watsons, a pair of Mycrofts, and a double helping of deliciously vicious Moriartys. Between Stephen Moffat and Mark Gatiss’ Sherlock television series and Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes film franchise, there’s a whole lot of deducing going on. Which of the
We’d like to think Nosferatu’s Count Orlok is watching over this podcast with pride. April – is it really (groan) the cruellest month? Probably not – but this month’s subject of podcast discussion is not the nicest of characters… Count Dracula! Joining Teodor, Marco and Kris is Bram Stoker scholar Charmaine Tanti, and the subject
by Alistair Rennie To begin with a few staunch facts: Bram Stoker visited Slains Castle in 1894 when on holiday in Cruden Bay where he was a regular visitor. With the Bullers of Buchan to its north and the perfect sands of the bay to the south, the castle sits on a rocky promontory on
A woman, a book and a secret. Schlock’s celebration of Bram Stoker begins with this series of photos from Vienna.