Helen McClory
Helen McClory has a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Glasgow. Her debut story collection On the Edges of Vision won the Saltire First Book of the Year Award. She lives in Edinburgh.
Helen is represented at Jenny Brown Associates by Jenny. For all enquiries contact jenny@jennybrownassociates.com

Helen McClory - Mayhem and Death
Mayhem and Death

404 Ink, 2018

In the anticipated follow-up collection to 2015’s awardwinning On the Edges of Vision, Helen McClory returns delving deeper into descriptively mythical yet recognisable stories woven from dark and light, human fear and fortune. Swimming and suffering. Spikes loom ever-threatening. A weight against the throat. Sea where the dead lie pressed into a layer of silt. A silent documentary through a terrible place. Mary Somerville, future Queen of Science. A coven of two. Mayhem & Death is the matured, darker companion to On the Edges of Vision and shows McClory’s ever expanding ability to envelop and entrance her readers with lyrical language of lore, stunning settings and curious characters. Mayhem & Death also introduces the brand new novella Powdered Milk, a tale for the lost.

Praise for Mayhem and Death

McClory is clearly one of the best new writers to have emerged in Scotland in the last few years. –The Herald

Enthralling. Dark and dangerous, each of these fabulist, magical stories defy easy description. Helen McClory effortlessly combines the seasoned gravitas of the shaman, the melancholic preoccupation of the poet and the sharp, sensual eye of a cinematographer. This is prose that pulsates, her stories are so visceral you can hear their beating heart. Angela Carter for the millennial generation. –Meena Kandasamy

A mature collection of dark and unnerving gems. –Ever Dundas

Helen McClory - On the Edges of Vision
On the Edges of Vision

404 Ink, 2018

In On the Edges of Vision, unease sounds itself in the language of legend. Images call on memory, on the monstrous self. In Helen McClory’s daring debut collection, the skin prickles against sweeps of light or darkness, the fantastic or the frightful; deep water, dark woods, or scattered flesh in desert sand. Whether telling of a boy cyclops or a pretty dead girl, drowned sailors or the devil himself, each story draws the reader towards not bleakness but a tale half-told, a truth half-true: that the monster is human, and only wants to reach out and take you by the hand.


The Flesh of the Peach
‘McClory’s is a lepidopterist’s language that skewers with playful, painful precision.’ Joanna Walsh, author of Vertigo

‘Bold and unflinching… a brutal, clear-eyed study of a failing artist that shatters our expectations of what a woman should be.’ Kirsty Logan author of The Gracekeepers

In New York, the ending of 28 year old artist Sarah Brown’s recent relationship with a married woman has coincided with the death of her estranged, aristocratic mother, leaving her a substantial amount of money and an unrecognised burden of toxic grief. Rather than return home to England, she decides to travel by Greyhound to her mother’s cabin in New Mexico. There she’s drawn into a passionate relationship with Theo, a man whose quiet stability seems to complement her mercurial character.

But as Sarah’s emotional turmoil grows, there are warning signs that tragedy could ensue. In Flesh of the Peach Saltire First Book of the Year winner, Helen McClory, paints a beautiful and painful portrait of a woman’s unravelling, combining exquisite, and at times experimental, prose with a powerful understanding of the effects of unresolved loss.

Freight, April 2017