What we were planning on posting today, once the tinnitus cleared, was a rapturous response to Gallon Drunk's blisteringly intense one-night stand at London's Lexington last night. There is, however, no need, because The Quietus has already done it far more thoroughly than time here allows. New album The Soul of the Hour turns up the blaze on their Stooges-meets-Archie Shepp fire-music, but it's propelled by a strange, drone-driven groove which gives these songs a haunted, haunting quality. Pricking our skin at the moment is the mysteriously lilting Dust in The Light with its woozy Mellotron pulse. "Leave all your dreams at the door. We will not need them anymore..."
And here's a post-script to the previous post: two brilliant authors of short-form prose read at last week's Haringey Literature Live.
David Gaffney needs no introduction to anyone interested in flash fiction - he's done as much as any writer to demonstrate how much you can achieve in tiny spaces. ("One hundred and fifty words by Gaffney are more worthwhile than novels by a good many others," says the Guardian, correctly.) His new collection More Sawn Off Tales (with uncharacteristic restraint, we're currently rationing our consumption of this to six pages a day) is in equal parts comic, disturbing, melancholic and strange. Often it's all these things in a single sentence. Sometimes just a phrase. He's on the long-list for the Edge Hill Short Story Prize. He must win. Check out David's site here.
Eley Williams is a dizzyingly inventive author whose work holds words up to the light and, in examining them, finds hidden resonance and relationships. Like David Gaffney, Eley compresses comedy, sadness and lingering strangeness into a single scene. Her story about the alphabet and aphasia is like literary parkour - a feat of astonishing linguistic agility undertaken over a hard emotional ground of loss. She's up for The White Review Prize and is brilliant. Check out Eley's website here.
Unbidden, your correspondent also performed a brand new bit of flash fiction called Tommy's Snake Tattoo. The idea was to locate a moment of epic drama in the act of rolling down of a sleeve. Decide for yourself whether we managed that here.
If you're a reader interested in writing, or a writer interested in reading, come and check HLL out. They're very cool, friendly sessions at the Karamel Club in Wood Green hosted by Kate Pemberton from Ambit magazine. They're also free. The next one is on 1 May and features Robert Shearman (who re-introduced the Daleks to Dr Who, bagging a BAFTA in the process) and Rebecca Swirsky.
The Twitter action is all here: @HLiteratureLive.
Oh yeah. Delighted to report that I'll be one of the featured writers on 3 July when the theme will be summer madness. Feel the heat here.
David Gaffney, titan of flash fiction, is in action at Haringey Literature Live on 3 April. More here. I'm a big fan of tiny fiction. Compression forces stories into strange new shapes. Here are David Gaffney's tips on how to do it better. Number three almost sounds like the start of a bit of micro-fiction itself: make sure the ending isn't at the end.