The US science writer’s debut appears in the UK at last. I reviewed it for the Guardian:
Why has neuroscience has been pipped to the post, not once, but time and time again, by writers and artists, composers and cooks?
The US science writer’s debut appears in the UK at last. I reviewed it for the Guardian:
Why has neuroscience has been pipped to the post, not once, but time and time again, by writers and artists, composers and cooks?
I edit Arc, a magazine of futures and fiction from the makers of New Scientist. Of my most recent novel, Dead Water, Martin McGrath wrote: “He succeeds in getting you to care about what happens to these people and then he beats the living shit out of them.”
I review popular science for The Telegraph and The Guardian, and I’m working on an anecdotal history of Soviet science under Stalin. Now and again my family let me out long enough to go on research trips like this one. More often than not, though, my life looks like this.

My agent is Peter Tallack at The Science Factory.
You can drop me a line at simonings at gmail dot com.
The Eye contains some cursory descriptions of adaptive “spectacles” – but nothing like this.
Life goes faster than Realism.