Cold

It is a little cool, moist and breezy outside today. Not good weather for continuing the painting prep nor suitable for my backup plan of heading into town. So I stayed in bed and read instead. I am so going to miss these options when I head back into the workforce.

The book in question was Soho Black by Christopher Fowler. Apart from a line of great covers, I usually associate Fowler with dark urban fantasies set in London. Soho Black is all of that. The London aspect is not to be underestimated. References to the architecture and life of the city are intertwined with all his books. These stories could not be set anywhere else and be the same. This time the Soho area gets the treatment. If anything, the character of the city is even stronger this time than in other Fowler works. Soho is an area that is all about the entertainment industry. An area where you have to work hard to succeed. You even keep working after you die - work harder if anything. Well that is the story anyway. Would it make a good film? Probably not as it is too dense and layered, but that does not stop Fowler from building that into the story as well. So good fun, good images and a good way to spend a wet and windy morning.