Mike French is an author and the owner and senior editor of the prestigious literary magazine, The View From Here which has been called many fine things since it started in 2007 including, "Attractive, informative, sparkling and useful" by the late Iain M. Banks and for having a “great passion and drive” by Booker shortlisted Tom McCarthy.

Mike’s debut novel, The Ascent of Isaac Steward came out in 2011 with Cauliay Publishing and was nominated for The Galaxy National Book Awards which due to an unfortunate clerical error was awarded to Dawn French.

Born in Cornwall in 1967, Mike spent his childhood flipping between England and Scotland with a few years in between in Singapore. Splitting his time between his own writing, editing the magazine, running workshops and working with atp media in Luton, Mike is married with three children and a growing number of pets. He currently lives in Luton in the UK and when not working watches Formula 1, eats Ben & Jerry's Phish Food and listens to Noah and the Whale.

Mike's second novel a dsytopian sci-fi called Blue Friday was released in 2012 by Elsewhen Press and was nominated for the Arthur C. Clarke award 2013. Convergence, his third book, was released in October 2013 from Elsewhen Press and was also nominated for the Arthur C. Clarke award 2014. 

Relax it's Blue Friday

Scene from Blue Friday which is novel #2. It's set in a dystopian society in the future where working hours are strictly controlled by the government and follows Leviticus, the leader of the Underground Overtime Network who fights for the right for people to choose when they can work. Here's a small extract ...

Keturah sat whilst Trent stood with the Tortoiseshell suitcase. He felt tired as if the underground was a parasite sapping his strength. Keturah made eye contact with him, he wiped his brow, the oppressive sound of silence pushing them apart.
The train pulled away exposing an advert curving around the wall. It was a government commissioned retro poster showing a half-naked leather clad couple. It read …
Relax And Do It When Your Work is Done.
Somebody had spray painted, Working Well Ard over it in red paint.
As the sound of the train disappeared into the darkness a Family Protection Agent appeared at the entrance to the platform, walked down, kicked the shoes of the old beggar.
‘Come with me.’
The man struggled to his feet, grabbed his hat, stumbled and sent a coin spinning over the platform. Wheezing, he bent over to pick it up, his fingers fumbling, snatching.