Reclusive and elusive, Archibald Grey writes novels about people and subjects that horrify and frighten him, or make him angry, or make him laugh; and those aren’t always different things.

His work is characterised by psychological depth and grand set-pieces; the family dynamics of cryogenic freezing, mental breakdowns, the subtle texture of glass, a mountain-sized island falling out of the sky.

The themes of his novels sit somewhere in between science fiction and horror, low on gore, but rich in existential dread. The prose is composed to read as if Kurosawa or Lanthimos wrote novels instead of directing films.