There came a point in writing Mongrels where I realized, DUDE: you can’t have them driving a Buick in two chapters in a row! Werewolves don’t have brand loyalty, they drive whatever’s at hand. So began what I call the travails: google-image searching for like two bleary-eyed, numb-fingered days, until I’d not only put all […]
Didn’t think to start nabbing these pics until a day or two ago, so I’m sure there’s a lot of great and perfect ones out there. And, hope I’m not stepping on any toes, reposting them. If so, let me know? I’ll delete, or crop your name out (or mine?). Just snagged them off social
Wordplay aside, this looks to be pretty fun. So it only has one review? It’s a pretty good one, anyway. And I dig the setup: Coming across as a sort of Blair Witch Project version of hunting The Wolfman This is one I’m going to try hunt down myself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37BpGGZWxA8
Southern Gods A lot of novels out there, they play with the tentacley, the eldritch, the elder, but this one . . . I don’t know. It kind of does it, first, in a way that doesn’t seem like ‘play’ at all, but more important, it does it in a way that kind of
Always dig being there. I mean, I know so many people there, it’s a lot like coming home. And—should have taken a picture—always cool to see my older books faced-out on the shelves, of course: [here] Anyway—remember how, in DC, I had the kind of maximum amount of knife-drama, getting into the building? For this
Remember how in Mötley Crüe’s “Home Sweet Home” video, there’s all these slow-motion, black and white scenes from before and after and during the concert, the tour, this life on the road? That’s what Billy Stratton’s snapshot of Richard and Kadrey last night at Tattered Cover reminds me of: What’s especially cool about that? For once
Who’d have ever though a farmboy Indian from West Texas would get to launch a werewolf novel at the Library of Congress? [most of these pics are courtesy Deborah Miranda] I know I can smile better than that, too. But what you gonna do. Anyway, don’t let me fool you into thinking it was only me:
Or, This is Horror podcast? Both? I think so. Two-plus hours of it, so there’s enough for both titles, I think. Was a great time, talking to Michael and Bob—Bob who already reviewed Mongrels, here. Werewolf novels, they find the werewolf people, yes? Yes. Click the pic to go to the place, or, if it’s somehow
Do people say that, “IN” the ABQ, the same way people will identify with a certain area code? Really, I kind of doubt I’m the proper age to try it out, even if it is a thing. But the three-digit rhythm feels right, anyway. As did Mongrels at Bookworks: And, what was cool? They broke
Good time last night at the Jean Cocteau theater in Santa Fe: Here’s the write up of it at grrm.livejournal. Was my first time to try Mongrels out on people out loud. Always scary, but always fun, too. Also fun—pulling into town seeing this: Also fun, getting to hang out with this cool guy again: That
The talented and cool Figbar Lonesome, one of the early readers of Mongrels, has taken the time and effort to make some excellent Mongrels stuff available to us all at RedBubble and Society 6: And if your predilection is more for a cup you can plant in the middle of the table to show
Both the coolest cover and the coolest write-up. Cover photo by Anthony Camera, write-up/interview by Jason Heller: http://www.westword.com/arts/with-mongrels-this-is-stephen-graham-joness-time-to-howl-7867605
Six days out from going on the road a bit with Mongrels. Here’s the where and the whens, in order from first to last, with a couple extras at the end, extending into June. And, all the images, click them to go the place: GRRM’s cool theater down in Santa Fe, this Saturday: [
Chapter one of Mongrels, a-live and kicking: Or: paste. http://a.pgtb.me/Pqw0HD/kRClT It’s on Facebook now, but it’s through Scribd, I think? So, there may be some more direct way to link/embed it, not sure. Scribd is new to me.
Happening just after it does on this side of the water. Also: these are the first final copies I’ve seen. Very exciting.
Where I lived last fall. Click the image to go to the place: [ or click here ]
And, two that “finished,” but maybe didn’t get to quite go their intended distance: Uncoincidentally? Deadwood and Hannibal are my two favorite things to ever happen to television. So it probably stands to reason that I’m A) going to want more, and B) going to suspect they didn’t get a fair shake.
And lo it came to pass, that the slasher did migrate to the small screen. Well, what we used to call the small screen. But the home viewing experience isn’t what it was in 1988. Nowadays, the image-quality and sound are practically theater, right? But that’s not the reason for the move, I don’t think.
Layli Longsoldier, killing it on the page. This is exactly how art can work. I would say how poetry can work, but, really, this feels bigger than just one form, one medium. As the poem talks about. Click here to go there, and then never leave, except to spread this poem more and farther: My
Was live, and now it’s here. Good times, good panel, good hosting; we could have gone a couple hours I figure. And, we were all talking before things cued up, and I don’t think any of us are trying to pull JK Rowling down. I mean, all writers owe her for creating a whole generation
Last three I read over the last . . . ten, twelve days? Something like that. I know, I know: how have I ever called myself a horror writer without having this one on my mental bookshelf? No excuse. It’s good, too. Most interesting, maybe, is the way Bloch starts so many of the chapters
Meant to write this last weekend, when these were actually the last three books I’d read, but . . . I don’t exactly recall: something went on to keep me from doing that. However, I already can’t remember whatever book I read this week, so, kind of technically, these are still the last three books
So cool, having this one read aloud, and read aloud so well. Click the image to go the place:
This is the best horror I’ve seen since—since Deathgasm, I guess. But Deathgasm was playing it for laughs. This one, it’s out for blood. And there’s gallons of it. What I dig about it the most? It’s not the Holes setting, it’s not that the main guy could be the fire-kid from Sky High (really, he’s
