I’d like you to meet Pat. That isn’t Pat’s real name, which is a closely guarded secret. She might be real, or she could be just in my head. I’m not letting on. Pat is my personal reader.  Pat’s in late middle age, not far off retirement. She’s a bookkeeper at a modest-sized company, and…

Going back a few years… When I went to Iceland back in the last century, before mobile phones, email and social media, even before faxes, reading wasn’t always easy. English books were fairly few and far between. It didn’t take long to get through pretty much the whole of the local library’s English-language shelves, and…

It’s not every day that a novel by the mysterious O. Huldumann shows up. There have for years been tantalising rumours of the great man’s lost work. Now it turns out the rumours are true. There really was more Huldumann out there in the wild.  The dog-eared typescript of The Island of Lies is thought…