![]() Blackpool and Morecambe Bay give us postcards not only from the edge of the land but the edge of the mundane, morphing into the tragic, the transcendent, the funny, the violent. ![]() What’s there, beside the seaside, beside the edge of the sea? Angels and suburbs. And in Andrew Michael Hurley’s Katy, a father searches for his missing daughter in a Blackpool arcade where ‘with so many people there and every bell and buzzer declaring itself, voices and machines congealed into a vile discord’. ![]() I’m in Southport as a kid, entranced by pre-video age arcade amusements. I’m in Arnside, waiting for a walk across the sands one Bank Holiday (in Melissa Wan’s The Husband and The Wife Go to The Seaside, an Arnside shopkeeper gossips about cross-bay walks). I suspect it’s a good way to read an anthology like this, to let the stories breathe, to let connections and comparisons rise from the memory, details mixing with your own memories of places, times. I started reading it at the tail end of Summer 2018, and finished it in the Spring of 2019, looking out over the sea. ![]() Then I had to read her another one because the first one wasn’t conducive to restful dreams.īoth came from the Bluemoose collection Seaside Special, edited by Jenn Ashworth, of stories from the North West coast. ![]() Last night my wife couldn’t sleep so I read her a story. ![]()
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