“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.’
if anybody’s carrying a bag of groceries, it won’t have French bread in it nobody will flick playing cards into and around a trashcan or hat if the characters need to hack into somebody’s computer, the password will be unguessable if there’s some big and final showdown on a boat, then it won’t be finally
[ or, just http://www.edrants.com/segundo/?p=116 ] Too, that “monkey torture” — thanks to Carolyn for suggesting YouTube — it’s (t)here. And, talking Lindsay Ballard — this is kind of from the podcast — that alien race, they’re the Kobali, of course, from the “Ashes to Ashes” episode of Star Trek Voyager. Which I know because I’m
Just got word that that “Raphael” story from Cemetery Dance 55 has made the shortlist for a Stoker. Supercool. Here’s the whole ballot. Some pretty steep competition, I’d say: SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN LONG FICTION “Hallucigenia” by Laird Barron (The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction) “Graffiti” by Jason Brannon (Winds of Change) “Winds of Change”
All week. Guest bloggery, interview, discussion, podcast. Should be a good time. Click the banner to go to the place: Or, just go the main page here, to keep checking for updates.
First, and this is important, get Vince Liaguno, the guy who knows slashers so well that he managed to somehow trap one on the page in The Literary Six, to have written just a supercool Demon Theory review over at Unspeakable Horror, then, moments after that, find out that Ellen Datlow, she who more than
Benson: only the good die young Cheers: have a good life “You oughtta know”: grammies bball–23 sick and scoring 55 or whatever challenger (jfk/towers) rockford: 50 people tell you you’re drink, maybe you oughtta lie down uncle jesse: only one way to go down a hill. STRAIGHT down. tasha yar: going back chrissy to jack:
“Father, Son, Holy Rabbit” will be in Cemetery Dance 57, looks like — with an excellent/cool illustration ( then “Hell on the Homefront” in #58 ) “Code,” out in Grasslimbs before too long “The Parable of the Gun,” in Clackamas Literary Review “The Talk,” in the debut issue of Yellow Medicine Review “The Sadness of
Everytime I search Amazon, I always end up falling into this maze of lists, each opening to more and more. And I find some cool stuff in there, thought I’d take a stab at a couple myself. Slasher 101 Horror-Comedy And yeah, that Slasher 101 one really should be a ‘guide,’ but I clicked on
Man, turns out Only Revolutions, at 360 pages, was an easy read, yeah? I mean, as compared to three million pages. But it is Richard Grossman, so maybe three million pages is just the right amount [ see below ]. As some of y’all know, I’m always pushing that seventy-page sentence fragment from his The
Looks like Amazon has me having a hand in a couple of books I only wish I’d had a hand in: [ apologies for the ‘see more’ junk on those images — no time right now to dig for clean images ] Don’t guess I’ll be getting any checks for them, though. Anyway, just to
. . . you could never*say : No, please, no — my book would make a terrible movie. Actually, I never thought about if this book would outlive me or not. Well, I mean, that book’s obviously better than mine. That’s the only reason it’s on the best seller list. Of course I would only
[ the title and the whole piece here may not make much sense–it may not anyway–without cueing into TheValve.org, which, it looks like, may have the original Marcus article in PDF ] Just what is experimental fiction, then? The easiest definition for experimental or innovative or non-conventional fiction is fiction that, both at armslength and
