You don’t remember (because you don’t read this blog…unless you’re English), but a while ago, here, to be specific I dabbled with the idea of a pulp-styled heroine called Black Tar Heroine. Well, now she’s got a friend. Or an enemy. Or a frenemy (with benefits, assuredly). Meet (in name only) Suicide Blonde. Coming to a short story near you sometime before I die.
Calling H.H. Neville a real writer–like his genre of choice–would be fiction. At the rare points that he does manage to write, he fashions his work with visceral visuals, razorblade sharp style and shotgun brutality. He draws equal inspiration from Victoriana literature, fables, Japanese pop violence, grindhouse genres, neon-flavored pop culture, french new wave, and fashion trends. He is, if anything a proponent of style over substance. Who needs plot if it’s pretty?