Folk Horror: Landscapes, Folklore and The Past Catching Up With Us

In what is either a remarkable coincidence or perhaps a common tendency in men of their age, both my father and my wife’s father have independently developed the hobby of tracing either side of our family tree. Occasionally one of them will fill me in on recent discoveries, informing me that my great grandfather’s uncle’s wife had a half-brother, or other such details. I politely act impressed and immediately forget it all, preferring a less literal understanding of how I came to be here and now. I’m more interested in how we got away from the past, and how the past still might catch us. I’m interested in history’s ghosts.


Lessons in a Blown Mind

It’s hard to make sense of things in the world today. Social media and the web have increased the availability of information at the expense of reliability. Politicians reject science and label news as fake. Truth as a concept seems more contested than ever before. What can we do about it? I don’t have any practical answers but I do have a secret for staying positive. My secret is this: embrace the chaos.

How I Learned to Dig the Sixties

As kids, we grow up with the relics of our parents’ generation. In the background of my Eighties childhood were The Beatles and The Rolling Stones on the radio, with repeats of Batman and Get Smart on TV. A much older cousin gave me a stack of vintage MAD magazines full of jokes about hippies and Timothy Leary. Even when I didn’t get it, I absorbed it all.