So I watched the British documentary with unprecedented access to the Salvadoran mega-prison. The imagery was indeed astonishing. The sole inmate allowed to be interviewed by the way - named Psycho no less - was candid, resigned, remarkable. As was its conclusion. On balance, the lives of the honest, hardworking

Bestselling author, Philip Pullman, recently voiced disquiet at not relating to much present day fantasy. A genre especially revered in, he now bemoans the lack of psychology held within. Where a novel does consider that, he posits there's merely surface concern with how people think or feel. Missing