I extrapolate on a lot of these basic phrases and then push them further. After twelve hours solid reading it has a bizarre hit on you. I use the prose style of pulp fiction but the repetition deconstructs all the prose. Thus developed Home's abiding fascination with key cult novelist Richard Allen, the reclusive Sven Hassel of sink-estate megaviolence for the functionally illiterate. With his ever bloody tales of boot and bottle appearing on every bookstand in the country and changing a nation's youthful reading habits for a generation, it was NEL publishing boomtime.
Huge print runs.
Bigger sales, and a slew of roguish hack authors producing them. Home was hooked, lovingly replicating the genre in his books Pure Mania, Defiant Pose, No Pity and just out, Red London utilising a clenched meta-prose of calculated, perfunctory dissolution. Allen's real name was James Moffat. He was born in 1922 in Canada. He also wrote as J.J Moore.