A few years late weighing in here, but sometimes it takes a while for things to click. Anyway, yeah, everybody hates Star Wars 1-3. Maybe not because of what or how they are, but as compared to 4-6. And of course a lot of that’s just how nostalgia’s about the worst beer goggles out there. […]
Never been just all over Bukowski’s stuff — no real excuse, aside from lack of taste, I suppose — but this is about as good a poem-reading as I’ve heard/seen. Too, like everybody’s been saying, yep, 3.75 million for a vampire trilogy. Or, like everybody’s been bemoaning? That too. Hopefully not because of ‘vampires,’ though,
Man, except for re-hitting ReAnimator the other day — and maybe even including it — Behind the Mask: the Rise of Leslie Vernon is far and away the best horror I’ve seen all year. Best I’ve seen since Feast, really.* And Feast is that holy kind of good for me. The only time I plan
or however those cows spell it. Anyway, the new & cool Bust Down the Door and Eat All The Chickens is out*. I’ve got a piece in it, Anthony Neil Smith does, Joey Goebel, and on and on (I’m guessing it’s just vanity or something that I put my name first, there — or, that
which is to say the Demon Theory trade paperback’s in the atmosphere. And, according to Amazon (or, the American link), it looks to have gone radioactive. Which I can’t say nearly as cool as The Firm said it, once and forever. Anyway, as to what-all’s different in this one, man, just too much to list
[ whole lot of staples requiring a whole lot of pills. ACL & meniscus + some good old fashioned osteo-chondral drilling (ie, microfracture surgery). crutches and a wheelchair. all a grand conspiracy to keep me from hitting Pirates of the Caribbean 3 ]
Couldn’t be happier: Asimov’s has picked up a story of mine, “do(this).” Lucky days. Out in . . . Well, it’s either a lot like or the direct opposite of what Sean Connery says in . . . I’m thinking it’s Highlander? Somebody asks him about something that happened, and he gets all reflective and
Good news, good news (wish I could say that in that wheezy, exuberant, already squinting because he’s about to be hit with a hat way Rosco P. Coltrane could). FC2‘s going to be publishing my novel Ledfeather. Couldn’t be happier. For me, it’s to Fast Red Road as Return of the Jedi was to Star
As opposed to a ‘couple-three’ links, yeah. Which I’ve really always loved saying, but hated hearing. Anyway, was digging through about 22,000 emails, and unearthed a couple of links I’d meant to post in here, like this: the illustration for that “Raphael” story. only one even half as cool’s the one Cemetery Dance (also) had
As part of my quest to not write any reviews, either book or movie, I submit this by way just of suggestion: William J. Cobb‘s Goodnight, Texas (Unbridled Books, who, going by this, man, they produce some seriously clean books. And pretty too. If I’m not mistaken, they even commissioned the painting for the cover
Third installments of a franchise the audience is in love with are very difficult to pull off. Nobody says Alien3 or Return of the Jedi or the third Scream are their favorites of the series, right? Even Godfather III, as good as it might be, is overshadowed by the first two. Granted, by the third
It’s a bad/wonderful hole to fall in, but man, I need these, just to set them up with my Mulder & Scully action figures: then of course I’ll just nab these too, and be in business: and, man, all the patches I need, I don’t have near enough jeans to take them all. and I’ve
“In a great turnaround, upstart Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Road, billed as something of an homage to The Omega Man‘s Charlton Heston, whom McCarthy once did stunt-work for, but owing more probably to Walter Miller, Jr.’s A Canticle for Liebowitz, managed to steal the 2007 Pulitzer for fiction from — “ Okay, sorry. Just figured
I’m no expert, but this seems pretty cool to me: a reading I did a month or so ago, all cut up into little flash bits, with an interview too. Click the pic below to hit it, or the arrow-thing to listen. [audio:https://www.stephengrahamjones.com/wp-admin/excl/stephen_graham_jones_03-01-07.mp3] [ this is me listening to the intro, I think. or who
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr: no more. Gone. Maybe like Billy Pilgrim, though, he’s just rollercoasting back and forth through it all now. Laughing. Hope so, anyway.
Which, I’m finding, aren’t at all the same as my five favorite books. Ridiculous, yes? Wish I had some fix for that, or at least an explanation, or suspicion. I mean, it’s kind of presupposing some major disconnect between intensity and . . . I don’t know: appreciation? Revisitability? Not some Pirsig-ish ‘quality,’ I don’t
This has to be the oldest news around, but’s new to me anyway: watching “The Women of Candy Snatchers” featurette on the Candy Snatchers DVD, and Tiffany Bowling kind of asides that she was in that old series “The New People,” which she says is Lost, now. So, checked IMDb, and yep: A group of
From what I hear, there’s a Demon Theory review in the brand new Rue Morgue (#66). Anxious to see it myself. And that (my)”Father, Son, Holy Rabbit” story’s in the current Cemetery Dance (#57), with just a supercool illustration.
Old MadTV & Saw fun French X-Files If I’d had the clicks to make a trailer for Demon Theory, it would have looked like the child of this and this and definitely this. But there’d have been a good deal of this as well, of course. And, talking DT, this, cribbed (it took about fifty
or, more particularly, from DEAD SILENCE: going to the Guignol ‘doll’ Theater on Lost Lake in a town called Raven’s Fain when there’s a killer on the loose who eats living tongues is pretty much just asking for trouble. This isn’t to say DEAD SILENCE isn’t pretty surprisingly good either, though. I’m not really one
Just yesterday finished that Ledfeather novel I’ve been writing all the long way since January, and am two weeks late with already, or, ‘late,’ anyway, maybe even with double quotes there, and anyway, yeah, I love the hell out of it, can’t imagine I was even able to trap the thing on paper, but, too,
A few years ago one of my publishers was cool enough to send me up some forever elevator in New York to get a full day of some much-needed media training. Just in case. It was excellent, too; got to watch myself on a big screen over and over and over, and have every stupid
In Georgia, I mean, where I just was (GC&SU) to do a reading and meet many cool people. All kinds of fun (no recordings or pics that I know of, though); they have really old buildings there. I think some of them are Roman, even. And, Lobo — he was out of Georgia, right? I
Was poring through some story or novel the other day, to submit it, and realized, now that the story was more or less in place, at least until somebody else jammed their hands into it, that all I was looking at were the words, the sentences. Which is nice, yeah, makes a piece feel ‘done.’
