Dr. Caroline Glyn, the former Mrs. Griffith is an authority on malignant cells and a driving force behind the most interesting research project of the moment. Carving up hairy creatures in Washington DC in her hunt for cancer-causing genes is a daily routine.

    Her husband and brilliant co-researcher who recently died of a mysterious brain tumor has left her alone with their beloved raven haired daughter. Leaving Mary at kindergarten, she meets her new friend Krupskaya whose fine features momentarily stun Caroline who stares in utter disbelief as a freak wind rustles the kids black hair. The girl could have been Mary. The two girls were like two peas in a pot. Unknown to Caroline and everyone in Washington DC, the old man leading the girl up the kindergarten path is an ancient warhorse from the cold war and a confidant of Stalin; a man as depraved as they come. Little does Caroline realize that this meeting has been long in the planning.

    You don't put this book down, so make time for a thrilling moment.





Michelle Lovric, novelist (Carnevale, The Remedy, The Floating Book, etc.) and judge for The British Writers' Awards, has read an early draft of Asgard Park:

    I really enjoyed reading your novel. It is truly original. I was fascinated by the diverse elements of this story: Albanian/Scandinavian noir, a religion that works on the same principles as the Internet, terrifying mental infiltration, mental asylum as incubator of 'special' people, the interaction of the Italian and Albanian mafia, mysterious biker gangs, the secret Sigurimi police who have been disbanded but still parasite spookily on society.

    It has the potential to deliver a good, gripping read to a readership that wants the kind of page-turning excitement generated by Dan Brown's books, but demands more than Dan Brown's wooden characters and facile plots.

. . . you owe it to this manuscript to take it that step further.





My first novel, Brothers Shall Fight was published in 1982.

    I blissfully thought that this book was forever buried. I have not read it in 27 years, and cannot really bring myself to read it now. I recall some of its heroes and villains as ordinary people, mauled by the overarching system. The flaws in the conservative Icelandic political system, that were its theme, have recently come home to roost with a vengeance, in the mighty rise and fall of the Icelandic financial sector. The other day, I was called up by an Icelandic newspaper editor who wanted to know how it was possible for me to see this calamity coming, a quarter of a century ago. Of course it wasn't possible. Back then, I feared communism; an entirely different, if closely related, calamity. Nevertheless, our financial meltdowns also come about through laws that are passed with good intentions, only to be used for ulterior motives in a tightly knit society where nepotism and unholy alliances often lurk below the surface.

     Recently, I discovered that this novel is one of a thousand 'revolutionary' works picked from around the world for the Anarchist Library in Reykjavik. I could not see that one coming either.


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