I have something a little different for everyone today as I join the blog tour for The Death of the Sentence by Richard Doyle. Many thanks to Richard for providing me with my copy of the book, and to Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for inviting me to take part in the tour.
The death of the sentence is the debut role of the writer; the plight of the poetry pamphlet; an inventive homage; science in the novel; science fiction in the real world; prose spaceship and singular music; both fun-
The Death of the Sentence is a short poetry pamphlet of just 24 pages long. Don’t let it’s diminutive size fool you though – this is still a collection of poems that pack a punch, especially for the writers among us. I found the writing to be of a very different style to the types of poetry I have read in the past, but the poems really do seem to put into words the jumbled thought processes that I go through as a writer trying to get words onto the page.
“The Poem That Brought Me Hope” was exactly what I needed to read on the day that I picked up this book. As the title suggests, it really is a little ray of hope in the dark times we have all been through this year.
“The Only Novel I Could Ever Write” perfectly describes the current state of my own novel. In fact, all of the “novel” poems felt incredibly relatable to me and I would heartily recommend this pamphlet to writers both struggling and successful, as something that will help you through those tricky days when your life is full of plot holes, but your brain is empty of words. And on the days you need a smile and stiff drink, check out “The Multifarious Moons of Saturn.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Richard Doyle is an old-school SF fan who began writing seriously in 2001. He has a Diploma in Creative Writing from the University of East Anglia and collaborated on a book in 2006. He has had poems published in the UK poetry magazines Orbis and Sarasvati and is a regular member of the Bristol Stanza Poetry Group.
Don’t forget to visit the other blogs taking part in this tour for more thoughts on Richard’s poetry.