Craig Wallwork is relevant and irreverent.
His writing is a smorgasbord of cinematic imagery and a gleeful “Fuck You!” to the conventions and pomposity of literature.
I like him and this interview, like the collapse of the financial system, was only a matter of time coming …
That lousy bitch! I’ll say it again. That lousy bitch! I fuck one French girl and I end up having my heart and nose broken. Paris was supposed to be romantic. I’ve seen the films. Midnight walks down the Seine, a kiss by the Hotel De Ville. No. This city is a guillotine decapitating love at the neck, and from its weeping wound Continue reading Killer Revolution by Craig Wallwork
The tyre chewed up the curb. Sedan. Alabaster silver. Driver control central locking. Do enough jobs and you’re looking for an exit strategy. If he’s some pervert who likes cutting up a Continue reading The Powder Trail by Craig Wallwork
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