The Nameless Horror

Arthur began to pump. “If it hurts or anything, wiggle your hand,” he said.

Stanley’s top half began to swell. Stanley got bigger and bigger. His pyjama buttons burst off…

(Context is for the weak. From “Flat Stanley”.)

We’re talking about an industry dedicated to selling devices for maiming and killing people. Our government (whoever they fuck they are this week) actively promotes this industry with public money. An industry built around selling ever increasing amounts of techno-masturbatory metallic death to anyone who’ll buy (and lets face it, the expanding markets for “devices designed to tear people apart” don’t tend to be peaceful, affluent regions). They’re dedicated to making more sales and making more money, as if they were peddling soup, sex-toys or sherbet fucking dib-dabs. This, for me, is the reason why sentences like “Why bother?” and “Do you really think you can stop the arms trade?” don’t even qualify as meaningful questions. The sane, human response to those who knowingly profit from peddling this misery and suffering should not be “considered”, “reasonable” or “balanced”. Fuck that. If you don’t feel it in your gut then you badly need to recalibrate your “giving a shit” module.
spEak You’re bRanes in a rare bout of seriousness.

The Levels is kinetic, hypnotic stuff, an ultra modern and timely crime novel set in an unforgettable kind of postmodern hell. Sean Cregan has the style and the descriptive force to make this book work as both an adrenaline soaked thriller and a metaphor for a modernity gone horribly wrong.
(The Mercury, Hobart, Aus. Saved here ahead of posting to the official site because this is rather quicker and I’m in editing time.)

Steve Jobs Offers World ‘Freedom From Porn’
Gawker headline (he really does say “Freedom from porn” in his email exchange). Strange - I’d have thought the iPad’s wipe-clean screen would make it the perfect vehicle for watching porn, but hey, what do I know?