5 June 2024

We all know (of) the writer’s greatest fear:  the blank page.  And my blank page was beating the crap out of me the last few days.  A week ago, Book One of the Felicity Street Annals was launched, and suddenly, I found myself with precious little to do.  And while I actually have a wee…

26 April 2024

(This blog is the first part of a series I’m working on in honouring the people who not only had a great impact on my life, but through their thoughts, words, and deeds, raised their esteem in my mind.  Consider this part of the answer of that eternal “who would you have dinner with” conversation.)…

1 April 2024

As a fiction writer, I get to indulge in many… erm, indulgences.  Fiction is magical, and there are several private pleasures when creating something out of thin air. The first pleasure is character building.  To create a character, give them a name, a birthday, and define their looks, mannerisms, and styles… It is great fun,…

The Felicity Street Annals - Book 1: First Day
17 March 2024

“It’s like ‘It’, minus the supernatural but with a hint of ‘50 Shades’ thrown in.” – review comment Welcome to Felicity Street. Felicity Street is a short road – only about five blocks long – in Buxton Park, an impoverished suburb dating from the war era located just to the west of Johannesburg.  In 2024,…

14 February 2022

It’s not every day I recommend a book.  Unless asked for.  “Hey, Gerry, do you know a book that will [x]?”.  if I do, I’d answer.  But unsolicited ‘recommendations’ is not generally something I do.  Today is the exception to “generally”. Let’s talk about “hype”.  I don’t like hype.  Because nine times out of ten,…

6 December 2021

This one is admittedly an obscure one.  But not too obscure, allegedly the John Wick movies were based on this work.  (It even makes a brief appearance in the first John Wick movie, as well as in Atomic Blonde!) One of these books is the masterpiece called ‘Shibumi’. And a masterpiece it is.  Doctor Rodney…

17 November 2021

I have never been one for causes.  Even in my student days, when one is supposed to have a cause – Save the Whales, Save the Trees, Release Mandela – I was not interested.  And I was an art student!  Bloody hell, we were defined as “young people being angry at something, while sometimes drawing…

6 November 2021

I cannot remember a time I could not read.  I was one of those lucky kids who just “understood” these things called letters.  My earliest reading memory is of a translated Richard Scarry booklet about an airport.  I could not have been more than three or four at the time.  When Primary school came along…