When in Vegas…
still be thinking about your loved ones:
Best of 2018
Which is going to be a movie/TV-heavy list, for the first time ever. Not because my tastes or habits changed—fiction on the page is still and always where it’s at for me—but because, since I’m now judging for the World Fantasy Awards for 2018, it would feel a bit . . . weird and unclassy,
Soon to be 47
Every time I go to stand up or lift something and I feel all creaky and broken, I think back to all this, and remember how much I prefer groany creaks and leftover breaks to stitches and recovery and PT: I keep these handy/on my phone, so that I won’t get lured into a pickup
Universal Horror
Just in time for late Christmas: reprint over at Nightmare. Originally showed up in October Dreams II, then in Best Horror of the Year 8. And . . . I kind of have a memory of hearing someone do the audio for this, too—read it out loud. Can’t remember where or when, though. Just that
The Last Final Girl OUT LOUD
Available now, wherever you get your audio novels. Narrated by Eric G. Dove, of . . . man, check it out: lot of stuff. And now a latterday slasher:
The Rain in Spain
Will be falling on Mongrels, before too long. Screencapped this one out to nab birdland’s ‘the basic gist-of’ translation:
Off-Kilter Slashers
I mean, pretty much there’s two kinds of slashers, yes? Not talking “Excellent” and “Trying to Cash In” here, but “Straightforward” and . . . “Playing with the Genre,” I guess you could say? Which, of course Scream didn’t start, as in, it wasn’t first-first—the Golden Age was more self-aware than we give it credit
The Strangers: Prey at Night
Just re-re-watched this one, and, wow, holy everything, Batman, this is STILL my favorite horror movie of the year. By miles. Really? It’s the best slasher I can think of since . . . Happy Death Day, yeah. Which was far and away the best since . . . You’re Next, maybe? And before that it’d
The House that Jack Built
This is as solid a piece of film writing that I’ve seen for a while. Solid stuff. And, I imagine it’s on point? That its analysis and sort-of conclusions are spot-on-ish? I haven’t seen the film, I mean. Don’t think I’ve seen any Lars Von Trier, actually. People always tell me Anthichrist can kind of
12 Songs, One Dude
Seems I saw something along these lines circulating on social media. Trick is, I never fill in that form when it’s being passed around, as it always feels like I’m just fine-tuning my consumer profile so the social media outfit can sell me out at a higher price, when I’m sure my least mouse-swipe and
Booked on Demon Theory
My 2006 novel, not this site. Excited (terrified also) to cue it up. Always good, listening to Livius and Robb: