Publisher Profile | Spectral Press

As part of our horror-friendly coverage for the month of Halloween, we present a publisher profile by Simon Marshall-Smith, who speaks to us about the spooky predilections of his own literary house of horrors: Spectral Press, who have just released the Spectral Book of Horror Stories, edited by fellow Schlock Talker Mark Morris. Spectral Press was

POP CULTURE DESTRUCTION – WITH REGRET I ARISE, FROM THE GRAVE!

Did you know I thought I got rid of the Schlock hivemind? I’m sure you didn’t, but in any case its rumbling as it awoke from its aestivation got to me, and now I’m back at the POP CULTURE DESTRUCTION game. Some new faces get to join the fun – and Schlock-brand podcasts make a

Schlock Talks | Anna Tambour

‘Anna Tambour, Self-portrait, 2014’ Shortlisted for the World Fantasy Award, and recently regaled with a hardback edition courtesy of the inimitable – and Schlock-friendly – Chomu Press, Anna Tambour’s Crandolin was one of Schlock’s favourite novels of the past couple of years. So we just had to track down the author of this culinary-themed picaresque fable,

Schlock Talks Addendum | Anna Tambour & Teodor Reljic

In a Schlock first, author Anna Tambour and the magazine’s co-editor Teodor Reljic talk shop about their latest novels: in Tambour’s case, the sophomore release Crandolin, and Reljic’s debut novel, Two. *  Teodor Reljic: There is a mad energy to Crandolin which almost makes one feel as though it may have been written in one

POP CULTURE DESTRUCTION – TOKYO BAY DESTRUCTION BLUES

This month’s POP CULTURE DESTRUCTION is dedicated entirely to the one and only KING OF THE MONSTERS. Well, okay, only partially. But do I really need to admit that I’m a big fan of the big green biffer? Do I give the impression I’m not? DESTRUCTION NEWS   A fortunately timed work trip to London

The Coyote

Image: Seb Tanti Burlo by Luke Geddes Illustration by Seb Tanti Burlo’ The coyote, yellow eyes leery, fierce brows knit in concentration, crouches alert behind the Brittlebush that grows along I-19 in the Arizona desert. Perhaps he thinks enviously of his ancestors, of the freedom they had before man’s arrival, when the desert was theirs