East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai

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Get in, do it and get out

Let’s talk about crime, shall we? As those that have chanced to read my BUSCAFUSCO novellas probably know, I’m not that much into homicide. It was Agatha Christie, I believe, that said that a proper whodunnit should feature a homicide, but, really… c’mon, Agatha, there are so many crimes that are a lot more interesting!

And mind you, I like a good murder mystery just like the next guy, but having the possibility, I do prefer softer but trickier crimes.

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Help me enlarge my library

I found myself another time-waster.
And you ladies and gentlemen out there might help me.
Let me explain – and to do so we’ll have to take a tour of my library.
Now, you all know I am a lover of historical fiction and historical non fiction – non-fiction-wise I love the history of Asia, of the British Empire, of Rome and the Mediterranean, too.
I have a very soft spot for Elizabeth Tudor and her age.
In this category I bundle also old travelers’ tales and the odd collections of National Geographic articles.


I’ve got tons of books on the subject, and I plan to get more – what’s life, after all, but the accumulation of books? Continue reading


Other People’s Pulps: Belphègor, the Ghost of the Louvre

product_thumbnail.phpOK, this is a weird post, and I’ll ramble a bit.
It all started because there is a new book out called Scarred for Life, a 750 tome about entertainment in the ’70s (specifically in Britain, but we in continental Europe got most of the same, maybe with a one-year delay). The book looks like a lot of fun, as it focuses on all the scary and traumatic TV series, comics, books, toys and movies of that decade.
In case you are interested, you find it on Lulu.com.
As kids, my generation was exposed to pretty scary stuff, without many filters.
We survived, and thrived, and I sometimes blog about those old scares we got.

So I was discussing this book with some friends, and something popped up that cast dread into our old cold hearts: Belphégor! Continue reading