Ironic. As I build up reviews for my quintessential eighties book Presence, the book I'm still most obsessed with is the one (which currently has a one-and-a-half star rating on Goodreads) all about the Seventies. Well, Salem to Salem is about the Sixties and the Seventies. It's about trying to recreate a utopia at the expense of the people who live there. Much of our modern discourse is about trying to recreate the Sixties and the Seventies. Thing is, though, after the Eighties, things can't...

The next book I'm writing The President's Exorcist, is not about Donald Trump. Rather, it is about Richard Nixon. This book will return to themes I've explored before, such as in Salem to Salem, however it will be in the haunted house of the Seventies rather than the tail-end of the Sixties as it was in that latter-book. Compared to the Sixties, the Seventies is something of a boring, bleak decade; it is a real hangover of a decade. And what is the ultimate hangover? Of course, a ghost!

My new book scratches a long-time obsession. Nixon. I've been obsessed with Nixon ever since 2018, when I read John A. Farrell's book Richard Nixon: A Life. My relationship with Nixon is a complex one. He's like my shadow. He is very much an Id. Maybe he's all our Ids. Who among us, compared to the saintly, crystalline JFK, wouldn't identify with the all-too-human, all-too-imperfect Nixon? In a worrying note, there were so many parallels between myself and him in how we grew up, the...