Nina Antonia

Delighted that the first review of ‘The Greenwood Faun’ is featured in the Autumn edition of ‘Faunus’, the journal of the friends of Arthur Machen.

Author Timothy J Jarvis has warmly embraced ‘The Faun’, noting the guest appearances of Rimbaud, Wilde & Austin Osman Spare, without giving too much of the plot away.

‘The Greenwood Faun’ is inspired by Arthur Machen’s ‘The Hill of Dreams’, a decadent masterpiece about an aspiring writer who gets lost on Laudanum in a labyrinthine London. Prepare to be seduced……I hope, or at least swoon….

Ladies & Gentlemen,

After much anticipation, we are pleased to announce that The Greenwood Faun by Nina Antonia is available to pre-order.

“A strange and curious novel, steeped in the lingering incense and paganism of the fin-de-siècle.” – Phil Baker

“Nina Antonia’s The Greenwood Faun is a haunted, haunting work. Summoning up Lucian Taylor, the hallucinated hero of Arthur Machen’s The Hill of Dreams, Nina channels the curious, captivating story of what happened to Lucian’s literary masterpiece after his death, and how it both saves and destroys those who come across it after it is posthumously published. Shot through with decadence, poetry, opium, and incense, with the ghost of Lionel Johnson as psychopomp and the Great God Pan heavy in the fields, this is a beautifully written proem: witty, crepuscular, enchanting, surprising.” – David Tibet

“Decadent in style and, more importantly, in spirit, The Greenwood Faun captures the lush sentiment as well as the mordant irony of the fin-de-siècle, and contrives a delicate balance between them. I loved it.” – Brian Stableford

Scheduled for official publication on December the 5th, 2017 – Faunalia of the ancient Roman calendar – the book has 192 pages; is a lithographically printed, sewn hardback with colour endpapers. It is limited to just 420 copies. ISBN 978-0-993527876.

For more information and to order please click HERE.

Latest update on ‘The Greenwood Faun’ which is due for publication on December 5th courtesy of the very lovely Egaeus Press www.egaeuspress.com

Ladies & Gentlemen,

Wording: The power of the internet – great picture of Ivy Rorschach, insane wallpaper and myself in a book entitled ‘Untypical Girls’. I only found out about Sam Knee’s book due to a sharp eyed pal, so  I have no idea if I’m name-checked or not as the author didn’t make contact but it was nice to be included. I adored the Gregory/Kid era Cramps, they were one of the most powerful and pure evocations of rock n’ roll imaginable and I was fortunate to get to know the band in early days. Through meeting them I got the confidence to start writing. Rock n’ roll journalism was perceived as a rather unseemly thing for a young woman to do, it was still very masculine territory. When Wikipedia first went out, I was credited as being a groupie simply because I wrote about bands. It took months to get Wikipedia to change this – no one would ever have dreamed of describing Nick Kent who was a big influence or Lester Bangs as a ‘Groupie’ but because I was female, that assumption was made and then went on to the internet. There’s also an obsession that I was a singer – another distortion of fact. I was always a writer, contributing to numerous publications including Mojo/Uncut and Classic Rock as well as having 5 books to date, published. One foray into backing vocals that was quickly forgotten has set an inaccurate precedent and remains part of the quest to be taken seriously as writer. An ‘untypical girl’? Maybe or maybe not as there was always plenty of females at the gigs I went to, if they weren’t seen as equal participants that has more to do with the mind-set of the music press at the time. Outside of the performers, the rock n’ roll experience wasn’t solely the province of males as hopefully Sam Knee’s book attests. ( I don’t have a copy so can’t say ;))

Talking of time, it’s been 40 years since ‘L.A.M.F’ first sprung snarling upon a world that seems kinder than now, when Punk was young and Johnny T was but a feisty kid (well, almost before someone reminds me, you clock watchers you). Its not about the catalogue numbers carved in the vinyl but the snaky guitars, courtesy of Thunders and Walter Lure whilst the fusillade of Jerry Nolan’s drumming enshrines his myth forever and ‘wild-eyed’ Billy Rath on bass was as solid as could be. The album stands as testimony even if the decades have flown.

Had the pleasure of being asked to write a press bio for a fabulously moody new outfit ‘Paradise.’ Rock n’ roll has become something of a time honoured ritual but Paradise open the doors to a new intensity that makes them well-worth your time, which like mine, is precious.