Some movies just make you happy. Feast was this was for me. And Severance. And Leslie Vernon. And, though it’s more over-the-top, Club Dread. Horror comedy’s where it’s at, I think, though there’s a line, yeah; while I’ll sign up any day of the week for a Decampitated viewing, I don’t do so well at […]
this one is just as strong as THE SAD TALE OF THE BROTHERS GROSSBART. best thing I’ve read so far this summer, by far, and I kind of doubt anything else is going to live up to it. and, I’ve had this copy Jesse gave me for I don’t know how long long — too
which I’d posted individually, but they all died in the hack. So, to list: short-piece “Bone Choir” up at Rotten Leaves. Coachella interview’s live “Blue Velvet Monster: on David Foster Wallace” is up at The Cult “What You Can Remember,” an essay, is included in Llano Estacado: Island in the Sky. It Came from Del
will be streamed this Saturday night, here. I would say you’ll maybe see me on-stage, but, yeah. it’ll be one of the other nominees, I suspect. I’ll try to do a good Faith Hill close-up/reaction thing, though. also, I bought a tuxedo jacket the other day at Goodwill. now just to figure how to make
Adolescence and lycanthropy are the chocolate and peanut butter of the horror world. All this strange body hair, an insatiable appetite, late hours, sleeping at all the wrong times, nights you can’t really remember, can only piece together flashes of. A pretty sincere distrust of what are seeming to be your instincts, and everybody looking
I don’t care who you are, you only get a couple of drop-dead gorgeous stories, no matter how long you write. A couple, maybe three, that just sing, that last, that are permanent, that are indelible. Even Flannery O’Connor, even Tobias Wolff, even Stephen King. The rest can be beautiful and chiseled and have impact,
So, post-hack, lost a few posts, all the comments, and have yet to get everything tailored exactly as I want it, but stephengrahamjones.com’s more or less functional again, even if the images &etc in some of the links aren’t going to work anymore. And the menus and boxes will continue to change, as I figure
For ten Wednesdays the subject will be fiction. Mostly yours. With our class meetings going all afternoon, too, it’s not unlikely for you to be bringing a story to workshop each week. No essays or memoir or journalism either, please. Just lies, told in a fashion so compelling that we impart reality to them, that
“Based on a melody once whistled by Garth Marenghi.” Another movie A book A true story Real events An amusement park ride A video game A television show A toy A real idea A comic book A comic strip A song
Jones: PEN OR PENCIL? SGJ: I can’t really handle how loud pencils are. Jones: HOW FAST CAN YOU TYPE? SGJ: Can’t quite hit the 220wpm Philip K Dick was supposed to. But I plan on living longer, too. Jones: WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE X-FILES EPISODE? SGJ: “Jose Chung’s Little Green Men” Jones: WHY WRITE? SGJ: Because
The Fast Red Road—A Plainsong is a gleeful, two-fisted plundering of the myth and pop- culture surrounding the American Indian. It is a novel fueled on pot fumes and blues, a surreal pseudo-Western, in which imitation is the sincerest form of subversion. Indians, cowboys, and outlaws are as changeable as their outfits; horses are traded
[ rigged this together forever and a day ago, but it mostly still holds ] born in 72, grew up on Elvis, even have some memories of being four years old and my mother holding me up above the crowd at one of his concerts, how there was just a sea of popping flashbulbs, this
This is a guest post by Caleb J. Ross as part of his Stranger Will Tour for Strange blog tour. He will be guest-posting beginning with the release of his novel Stranger Will in March 2011 to the release of his second novel, I Didn’t Mean to Be Kevin in November 2011. If you have
Link here. Three books in their rEprint series: All the Beautiful Sinners (which I’m going to burn back through), The Long Trial of Nolan Dugatti, and Seven Spanish Angels. Two reprints and an original — or, one that was supposed to have hit in 2005, but, well, things happened. And now it’s 2011. And I
New story up at/with Stymie: “Rocket Man.” First line: The dead aren’t exactly known for their baseball skills. So, yeah, I had to do some research for this one, to make the baseball parts of it real. Zombies, though — they’re always real. Just a matter of keeping them on the page.
lucky/honored to have my name up here: SINGLE-AUTHOR COLLECTION Occultation, Laird Barron (Night Shade) The Ones That Got Away, Stephen Graham Jones (Prime Books) The Third Bear, Jeff Vandermeer (Tachyon) What I Didn’t See, Karen Joy Fowler (Small Beer Press) What Will Come After, Scott Edelman (PS Publishing) full list of finalists here. and, yep,
Michael Kimball wrote my life on a postcard, here. Bombay Gin 37.1 one is out, with my story “The Girl in the Box.” I’m officially hitting Stoker Weekend 2011. And WHC 2011. But, before all that, StarFest (which is HorrorFest and ComicFest for me) — on a cool zombie panel, a pulp panel, a comic
from the back of the book : These thirteen stories are our own lives, inside out. A boy’s summer romance doesn’t end in that good kind of heartbreak, but in blood. A girl on a fishing trip makes a friend in the woods who’s exactly what she needs, except then that friend follows her back
of ONES THAT GOT AWAY, here. couldn’t be cooler. also, the cover for BEST HORROR OF THE YEAR’s up, here. and, the cover for the installment of PREDICATE I’m in — available on the thirty-first from Brown Paper Publishing:
1) Characters are most interesting when they lie. It’s when they’re the most naked, the most vulnerable, the most perplexing — the most like us. Stories need stupid decisions that, at the time, seem absolutely rational and necessary. Without stupid decisions, the world isn’t thrown out of balance, and so there’s no need for a
Sucker Punch has problems, yes. Usually, though, you can squint just right, only watch the parts of the movie that the trailer sold you on, and you’re good. Not this time. Which, this is a hyperkinetic, Scott Pilgrim-kind of fantasy fight movie involving steam-powered zombies, with some pretty cool updates of standard songs going on
So one time I’m on the phone with the bank, talking to a robot about money, when I hit the wrong key, somehow ended up with Laird Barron on the other end, and I could tell from the way he was talking that his mouth was just real close to the phone, close enough I
