To call this elegant metropolis “The City of the Ape” does it a considerable disservice, but it is impossible to avoid. Every time we speak of something being as old as the Ape, we reaffirm the ... [+]
Peter Hankins spent many years pecking out a novel on his iPad while sitting with his elbows pressed to his sides on London commuter trains. In those days he had a civil service job where his ability to write prose that sounded misleadingly authoritative was his chief asset. Since retiring with chronic health problems in the shape of Crohn’s disease, he has focused his energy on short stories, and his work has been longlisted or placed in a number of competitions, including the Alpine Fellowship Prize, the Bridport short story competition, and the Hammond House International Writing Competition. He has a long-running blog Conscious Entities about consciousness and a newer one Seen and Done about writing and other projects by him and others. He might even get that novel back in motion one day.