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Tag Archives: Robert Rankin
Robert Rankin – Retromancer
Yes, it’s time for another Robert Rankin book! Regular readers[1] will be aware than I’ve been a fan of Mr Rankin for many years, and that he’s one of those authors whose books I just have to get as soon … Continue reading
Robert Rankin – Necrophenia
Yes, he’s back! It’s been a slightly longer interval than normal between books from the Master of Far-Out Fiction, so I’d been eagerly anticapting getting my hands on this. So eager that I couldn’t wait for Amazon to sort out … Continue reading
Robert Rankin – The Da-Da-De-Da-Da Code
Woo hoo! It’s the latest Robert Rankin book! This one starts at the end, with the headless corpse of Jonny Hooker found floating in an ornamental pond, then rewinds a week to tell the story of how he got to … Continue reading
The Toyminator – Robert Rankin
Yes, it’s that time of year again. Here we are with the latest piece of deranged brilliance from Robert Rankin. After last year’s more or less stand alone Brightonomicon, we’re back into series mode for this year’s treat. The Toyminator[1] … Continue reading
Robert Rankin – The Brightonomicon
Oh good, it’s another Robert Rankin book. Rankin, who I’ve mentioned before is one of a small number of authors whose books I always buy in hardback as soon as they appear. Waiting nearly a year for the paperback is … Continue reading
Knees Up Mother Earth
Robert Rankin is, of course, completely Dagenham[1], and has been for quite some time now. Well, strictly speaking, he’s more Brentford, but you know what I mean. He’s been writing some of the funniest, oddest, most unclassifiable fiction around for … Continue reading


