it’s time to get cracking here again, now that my week long foray at PAX has finally worn down. I have some things to report from PAX, as well as just general musings. Also, thank goodness for posts time stamped for the future.
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?