Caught In The Web?


The headlines in a popular tabloid on a supermarket rack caught my eye this week.

Are young people becoming addicted to the internet?

Another news article referred to the internet as a ‘digital drug.’

As with each of my novels, the plot is usually driven by a social issue which nags at me, makes me want to shed light on, and hopefully find some balance and meaning via the resolution in the narrative. My latest novella, Stalkbook highlights the influence social media has on our perceptions of ourselves and others, and on the dynamics of our relationships, especially amongst young people like the main characters Gilly and Dylan and their student friends.

Similarly, my previous novel, Blue Is The Object draws attention to the easy accessibility of pornography for young people and the darker side of our hyper-sexualised culture, which the heroine Azur and best friend Nikki get caught up in. Another concern today is how social media is contributing to a rise in narcissistic behaviour, the impact of which is explored in The Life Coach Less Travelled through the voices of those close to, and who suffer from, the scheming protaganist, Su Litigio.

The reports suggest that the actual cases of young people showing symptoms of clinical addiction remain relatively low, and there is not enough evidence to determine whether underlying personality traits and/or mental health problems are caused by, or contribute to, obsession and addiction to the internet, gaming and social media. However, there seems to be little doubt that the consequences of our online engagement, and the potential of the internet to shape our behaviour and even our brains, is a very modern problem most adults are probably conscious of at some level, and the need to be aware and alert to the nature of the risks involved.


Fall Descending – a poem

A recent walk in the nearby quarry with my dog reminded me of this poem I wrote last November, on a wetter, windier day.



Fall Descending


Young silver birch; leaves

Small copper butterflies pinned

Onto its branches.

Behind, the quarry cliff drips,

Dripping liquid-black.


Freezing rain and persistent,

Probing roots prise rock

With superhuman fingers.

Dark creeps out, not light

Filtering through cracks like Hope.


Winter is coming.



Cover Story – Stalkbook Setting

“I don’t see why it was necessary to disguise what is obviously Manchester as “Mancaster” – quote from an otherwise glowing review of my new novel(la), ‘Stalkbook.’

Fair point.

My reason for doing that was to allow me some creative licence with the geography and the architecture. After all, I don’t want some indignant native pointing out that you absolutely can’t see or even hear the bars on Canal St. (another recognisable Manchester landmark) from Castlefield – renamed Castlegate in the story. Or a review on TripAdvisor posted by a weary fan from other parts (lovely thought though), complaining that they had wandered around for over an hour and still not located the tunnel where the body was found in the novel.

Images of Castlefield ManchesterManchester canal towpath


It also meant that when choosing a location for the photography shoot for the cover images  we were not restricted to Castlefield Canal Basin. Portland Basin in Ashton-under-Lyne shares many similar characteristics, was closer to travel to, and less busy than Castlefield in the centre of Manchester. Both were constructed in the late 1700’s at the time of the Industrial Revolution. I’ll write more about the features and how they relate to two of the main characters in the novel in my next post.

Image of canal junction, Portland Basin

portland basin

My 87 year Uncle Ed told me an amusing anecdote about Portland Basin, when I explained that my novel, Stalkbook  revolves around a body found in a canal, and the cover images were taken there. He said that in the old days, because the three joining canals, Ashton, Huddersfield and Peak Forest, came under the jurisdiction of three different police forces, if a body was found the first officers on the scene would attempt to push it in the direction of another of the canals!

Stalkbook – The Story So Far

Thanks to the enthusiastic audience and the talented young people who helped me bring the themes of my latest novel(la) to life, the official launch on Halloween night last week was much fun and a great success.


The story revolves around six student friends and a suspicious death, when a body is found in a city centre canal the morning after Halloween. (I’ll tell you more about the Manchester-inspired setting, the story of the cover design, and ‘behind-the-scenes’ in another post soon.)

Mystery, romance and the influence of social media on relationships feature strongly in the story. I was very lucky to have three gifted musicians singing songs which either featured in the novel, or helped to convey the moods of romantic obsession, narcissism, envy and rejection.

Thanks to:

Kayess –

Her first song was ‘I Put A Spell On You’ (She did!)

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Amy Willis – Thank you for ‘Sorry’ (Halsey cover)

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Finn –

When you sing ‘Don’t Look back In Anger’ (Oasis) to a full-voiced Manc audience!

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Hoping to share more pictures, clips and the forthcoming launch video soon.

Find the novel here

Now For Something Completely Different

Da-da! Announcing the arrival of my new novel Stalkbook (novella actually.) Bit of a digression from my previous novels.

Stalkbook Kindle

After treading a tightrope between sinister and salacious with my previous novel Blue Is The Object I decided to write a Mystery/Romance for younger adults, although it will appeal to anyone who ‘gets’ the Facebook and Social Media themes too.

Read more about it and get your copy here


Weinstein Et Al and Why I Wrote ‘Blue Is The Object’

A clue to one of the main themes of my fourth and most recent novel (published May this year) lies in the title: Objectification.

blue is the object cover

I’d say the seeds of this novel were sown in the ‘Noughties’ when my Inner Prude grew increasingly discomforted by the apparent creeping of porn culture into mainstream media. A little open-mouthed at the Music channels on TV which attracted a young audience, she sighed at the idolisation of a Page Three alumna turned role-model of young girls, felt let down when Dr Who’s ex-assistant played a call girl, based on  a real-life postgraduate student spinning yarns and money, who justified selling sex as an ‘economic necessity’ (setting a precedent?) All above the watershed? Then came the Disney Girl Next Door wearing her genitalia on her sleeve so to speak, to name another of many influences, which include documentaries such as the one which featured a septuagenarian grandmother getting in on The Game, selfies and the rise of sexting. I could go on and on.

In 2014 when I began to work seriously on the novel, my goal, and greatest challenge, was to find out as much as I could about the nature of, influences on, and attitudes towards our ‘hyper-sexualised, so-called ‘Porn Culture’, and its normalisation and sanitisation, without resorting to porn itself. There was plenty out there to get my teeth into. Articles, videos, documentaries, recorded interviews, fiction, non-fiction, autobiographies, academic and journalistic research; anti-porn, sex-positive, feminist, conservative, informative, educational. I wanted context, and it was a long time before I felt ready to tackle it.

Why? It was hard-going. It was not an area I could approach coyly. My Primcess Inner Prude (Pip for short) was rattled. I had to bat her down a lot. But how was I going to deal with my material in a balanced and candid way without slipping into salacious or censorious tones? How would I bring in beauty, fun, humanity and humour? In the end I persevered and I’m glad I did. I overcame my fear of disapproval, the idea that dealing with this kind of dirt wasn’t nice; best swept under a glamorous rug. It isn’t nice, and whilst I believe that every generation has its own challenges to work through, and that most young people do find a healthy balance in popular culture, I believe we help protect them and progress by shedding light on and questioning darker influences. When is it wise to ignore bad behaviour or call it out?

Which brings me to the phenomena of  Weinstein (once described as “wonderful” by Michelle Obama, a “God” by Meryl Streep) and others with a similar predatory mindset; rich and powerful men who have found they can no longer prey on women with impunity. Their behaviour cannot be separated from the culture they operate in. It was the responses of the Hollywood and wider community which brought to my mind the process of my novel. We move forward when we take responsibility for the ills of society with courage, compassion and honesty. That is why I am optimistic that the whistle-blowing on Weinstein and men of his ilk (without witch-hunting) heralds a change for the better.





National Poetry Day 2017 – On Freedom

‘Tongue-in-cheek’ poem inspired by the Poetry Day theme and my frustration with the extremist behaviour of the political far right and left.




Nothing raises radical hackles

More than those in moral shackles

Making the choice to remain bereft

Of lessons in what’s right – that’s left.

Constitutionally, speech is free,

That’s if with eye to eye you see,

And even free-thinkers agree

With their ideal of democracy.

Be civil; move forth in peace and love,

Hawks in the feathers of a dove.

Cover heads, mouths, leave holes for an eye

For an eye. Be-masked, smile or die.

And fake it until you make it.

Make up news if the truth does not fit

Your own, when the narrative harms

The Cause: ‘Come into, take up our arms.’

Speak up, shout out so all will hear

This message of love haters fear.

In their faces bring them to their knees,

Drown the crackle of scorched olive trees.

The swamp will ever fail to drain

When many crocodile tears sustain

The rich rot, and gas, smoke and fire

Will keep them flowing into the mire.

Good news – if you go too far either way,

No Free World edges to fall over today;

You may go round in circles, imprisoned

In the orbit of your hard-rocky vision.


©PamelaTurton 2017

It’s Autumn Already

As usual I still have that ‘waiting for summer to happen’ feeling, then the first sweet smells of damp decay hit me, and I can’t deny it anymore. Here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago:


Game Bird in Autumn


Watch the rocking-fool gait

Of cock-pheasant; his heart is proud.

Feathers of permanent burnish,

Stained by the essence of Autumn,

Aeons ago, with the sunset.


They are shooting again,

Out there, in the skeleton woods.


I do not want to bite the bullet.


At night I hear owls call out to darkness

Over bones creaking in hollows.


©2011 Pamela Turton

‘When I read poetry’: in memory of Mark Strand

“When I read poetry

I want to feel myself

suddenly larger…”

Tribute to Mark Strand by Anthony Wilson

Anthony Wilson


I am sad because the great American poet Mark Strand has died.

Among the tributes to him in the last few days was this, from an interview with The Paris Review: The Art of Poetry No 77 (1998).

The words belong to Strand. I have merely reshaped them on the page.

When I read poetry

I want to feel myself

suddenly larger…

in touch with –

or at least close to –

what I deem magical,


I want to experience

a kind of wonderment.

And when you report back

to your own daily world

after experiencing the strangeness

of a world sort of recombined

and reordered in the depths

of a poet’s soul,

the world looks fresher somehow.

Your daily world

has been taken out of context.

It has the voice of the poet

written all over it,

for one thing,

but it also seems suddenly more alive…

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