FILM REC: EVIL RISING (also titled SAUNA outside the UK). Interesting location in a Finnish swamp, set just after an interminable war between Sweden and Russia in the 1500s. The film is strong on atmosphere, there's an effective enigmatic approach to the supernatural, and several chilling touches (after the first time I saw THE INNOCENTS anything featuring bulrushes became unsettling). Echoes of the mighty VALHALLA RISING here too and the lead reminded me of a young Max Von Sydow. I liked it.
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Yet again my flag is at half mast. The last time I saw Graham Joyce was at Joel Lane's funeral, a dreadful continuity. In fact, I think we sat together, and I left with the highest hopes after he described the new treatment he was receiving. He seemed little different to the Graham I knew before he was ill. He'd been through torments to get that far, but he was back - eyes glittering, that weathered and warm smile that made everyone around him smile too - and I have refused to believe that he wouldn't make it. He was just too vivid. How he has faced his illness has left me in awe, as did the poetry and insight in his writing.
My heart feels waterlogged tonight, but I will continue to laugh long into the future at Graham's impression of a crap poet that didn't deserve arts funding - that was the first time I had a proper conversation with him, years ago, in the bar at Alt Fiction in Derby. I still recall it now whenever I smell a fraud in the arts and I start to grin. Graham had a marksman's eye for the disingenuous and he was a natural leader (the good kind that we have too few of). And I'll always be grateful for a compliment he paid me four years ago because it will always do me the world of good. He was an inspiration on and off the page to so many that knew him. His family and his closest friends must be in pieces and they have my thoughts.
I think this is the only pic I have with Graham, at WFC in 2013. Taken on a happier day than this one.
Picture credit: Peter Coleborn
Thursday, 4 September 2014
Me and our Dad will be setting off tomorrow morning for York and Fantasycon and won't be back until Monday (or even later if Putin gets a rush of blood to the head this weekend - didn't THREADS happen in Yorkshire?). Anyone new to the con who wants to chat or get a book signed, then don't be shy! Swing by (and I can probably speak for all/most writers there). I'm doing one panel on horror Saturday morning and this signing tomorrow at 4pm. I look forward to hanging out.
Friday, 29 August 2014
I'll be oiled, fragranced, ready and eager to sign the first available copies of NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE next Friday, 4pm, at FANTASYCON 2014. The book has been printed early for the BFS convention.
I'll be sitting alongside my Pan Mac/Tor label mates - Frank Tallis, Adrian Tchaikovsky, & Paul Cornell - and their excellent wares. If the doors should close and lock during the signing, then the clue is in the title of my book ...
4.00pm – TOR UK
No One Gets Out Alive (early copies) - Adam Nevill
Seal of the Worm - Adrian Tchaikovsky
The Severed Streets - Paul Cornell
The Voices - Frank Tallis
Thursday, 21 August 2014
And if you want to read my short story DOLL HANDS in Russian (or are able to), the story is online at DARKER.
A big thank you to Vlad Zhenevsky.
A big thank you to Vlad Zhenevsky.
BEST BRITISH HORROR 2014 gets a good review in THE GUARDIAN. And on the note of the interests of the few being served at the expense of the many, and right unto the end game, I'm chuffed with the shout-out for my DOLL HANDS too.
"The volume, never less than entertaining, contains good work by Gary Fry, Tanith Lee, Reggie Oliver and Mark Morris. Standouts are Adam Nevill's "Doll Hands", a disturbing post-apocalyptic nightmare in which the privileged feast on the underclass; "Dad Dancing" by Kate Farrell, a quietly convincing account of the revenge taken by the sons of a millionaire father; and "The Arse-Licker" by the king of the gross-out, Stephen Volk, whose account of the comeuppance of the eponymous character ventures well beyond bad taste."
Responsible for a week of late nights in the Nevill household. And what an absorbing portrayal of the Satanic in our times. Uncomfortable truths reached through fiction. Made me even more tired of the fact that, as a species, we're always at the mercy of greedy, self-interested devils. And yet, like Michael Douglas's character in WALL STREET, Frank and Claire Underwood will probably come to be seen as role models.