Ganting Point

Craig Whiteside thinks everything on the surface of his small-time is large enough for a middle-of-the-road town. Hes about to discover that once you start a dangerous thing, a little learning is the only way to follow a connection to a lasting fling....

...Or a heartfelt sing (Sing...).

In one stretch - or sentence - spanning the gulf between 1984 and 2007, a womans murder echoes along the spine of a country, and beyond into an alternate reality. In another, spanning only a days progress into night and morning, the continuation of her life is reflected in two others, down through the passages of an essential history, to link still two more lives across the continuation of time itself. And along all the corridors and tunnels that flicker to light it....

Ganting Point is the tale of a place sometimes considered the future - and its connection to a combination of parallel pasts. A million miles (more or less) beyond the street-level of your average adventure, it tells of a drug addiction only partly based in science......or in the present-day of a yester-year.

Its the story of a vital link between a recent Old World, and an even older New one.
Its a mix-and-match modernist English fairytale, about the art of language and the convergent power of love.
Its about a town sometimes in Manchester; a souldierhood sometimes in London; and a planet somewhere in-between.

It relates the to and fro of nations; the two and four of civilisations......and the game known as snooker (plus even the odd minu-sother past-time...) Cos where all dimensional possibilities exist - and for those reading in black and white - the grey area gravitates between the blue ball and the pink: Between the ying/yang....

....And the song/sang.

(.....For eight out of ten generations away, las a land you might have often seen, but may have seldom been...).