Some might say that living in the UK makes for a bit of a miserable existence, not dissimilar to spending length of time in limbo, assuming the skies there are still concrete grey in May... but putting aside the terrible weather, I say nay!
Never mind, for the moment, that Brits are made to wait weeks or months or even years for some of the United States’ finest genre fiction to come across the pond—not to mention the many and various novels which never ever make it—because of course that blade cuts both ways. And equally, as we will see, there are certain upsides to a literary life in the fundamentally uncomfortable little kingdom that I call home when I’m feeling particularly patriotic.
[More about the new British genre fiction focus]