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Fearless by Allen Stroud

‘They thought it was a rescue. They didn’t expect a war…’

So goes the strap line for this novel. Fearless is the first novel in an exciting science fiction trilogy: The Fractal Series. As Allen says, ‘Spaceships were broken in the making of this story!’ He’s certainly right about that (and why wouldn’t he be, he wrote it!).

The story is told from the point-of-view of three characters, all written in first person. A challenge, for sure, for both writer and reader. In this case, I’m happy to report that all three characters are engaging with very different takes on life and their purpose in the world. Shann, the captain, takes center stage, with the difficult decisions she must make and how that impacts on her both emotionally and psychologically. Johansson, communications specialist, is both ambitious and eager to please, and yet impetuous enough to disregard orders and take risks with her own life, if she feels that’s the right thing to do. Sellis, a technician, finds himself in an impossible position when his past catches up with him.

Two of Stroud’s characters have a physical impairment. Captain Shann was born with no legs and has a career and a home on board the rescue ship the Khidr, which she loves. Johansson has a prosthetic arm which is just as good as the real thing, except when it’s damaged and she has to function without it in order to save her life and those of the crew. I must admit that Sellis is my favorite character; his struggle to understand himself and his gambling addiction was, well, addictive.

Betrayal abounds! But who is the traitor and is there more than one? As well as the intrigue, there is plenty of action and suspense as our favorite characters face one challenge after another. I’m looking forward to reading the next in The Fractal Series: Resilient and the ongoing adventures of Captain Shann and her crew.

The T S Eliot Prize

As a novice in the world of poetry I attended the Shortlist Readings of the T S Eliot Prize with a sense of excited anticipation. The event was well organised and ran very smoothly, and I have to say that in the person of eight out of ten poets (rather like ‘eight out of ten cat owners’) my expectations were fully met and in several cases exceeded.

Nothing can really match an accomplished poet reading his/her own work. They were, without exception, consummate performers. The Festival Hall housed an audience of around two thousand who listened in silent awe to each poet deliver a sample of the best of their work this year.

ImageSimon Armitage gave a witty introduction to his reading, speculating on ‘what can I do to win this year?’—his last collection Seeing Stars was shortlisted in 2010. He read a section of his contemporary retelling of the four thousand line alliterative Morte Arthure (The Death of King Arthur). I enjoyed it much more that I expected to. His writing has certainly caught my attention, and I shall be looking back at  his previous works with more than a little interest. I have also been reliably informed that he is a speaker well worth listening to.

Paul Farley gave a very entertaining reading of several of his poems from The dark filmDark Film, waving airily in what he thought might be the direction of the Royal Box, glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. His last poem finished with the declaration: ‘Oh fuck! I’m the queen.’

havocsJacob Polley topped them all with his rendition of ‘Langly Lane’ from The Havocs. He was the only poet to receive spontaneous applause after reading his first poem. His book is now in my hands and I’m happy to say the rest of his work is of the same wonderfully high standard.

He should have won.