Got me an early copy. Same bat-cover, same bat-words—but more of them: an essay-thing at the end, and a reader’s guide as well. And, I don’t have a scale this fine, but this book is light, man. Don’t tie your balloon to it and set on the bench beside you at the park, because the […]
I’m going to start this out in a way I’ve never felt I had to start anything out online: this is just me, talking. Not for any of the schools I teach at, any organizations I’m in. Just me, on my personal site. Check the URL up there: it’s my name, one of my book
Looks like this is the second Stanley Hotel post I’ve done here (the first). This time it’s for teaching, though. Also? Every single place I go on CU campus—bulletin boards, monitors, displays—I’m looking back at me: This is that click. And, for the media fun, here it is on the front page of Boulder’s Daily Camera,
Meaning: I’m seeing Billie Jean on the shelf at Goodwill. Hoping there’s still one of these there on November 1st, as I really-really want one:
Which is pretty much what May was, when Mongrels came out. But this is September-land, man. The road, though, it’s a big long slip ‘n slide, isn’t it? You take that first step, then you just keep going and going. This is from the plenary address/discussion/interview at the Western Literature Association’s 2016 conference in Big
Also, all the other months. But it’s in October that I’m getting to intro Wolfen, The Company of Wolves, and The Howling. Talking about Wolfen at The Alamo Drafthouse down in Denver: [ link ] TalkingThe Company of Wolves and The Howling here at CU Boulder’s International Film Series: [ link / link ] Need
My “The Spindly Man” story, first from Ellen Datlow’s Fearful Symmetries and then from my After the People Lights Have Gone Off, it’s now clickable at Sean Wallace’s The Dark: [ that click ] And, it’s audio’d there as well, by Kate Baker, whom a lot of you may know from Clarkesworld. Fleet Cooper reads
And one of the stories from After the People Lights Have Gone Off is up as a free sample. “Second Chances,” with a cool illustration:
Coming soon to a . . . well, to a Tor.com near you: Art by Keith Negley. Acquisition/Editing by Ellen Datlow
So cool, watching The Elvis Room come alive these past few months, thanks to one Andrew Schwarz. I’ve seen rough cuts, and hope to see it on a big screen somewhere in its film-fest run (starting with Fantasia). Thanks to Andrew Schwarz for making it happen. Here’s some stills: Pictured, that’s: Keir Gilchrist, Corbin Bernson,
It’s happening ON A SHIP. In CALIFORNIA. I’m THERE, GoH’ing. Click HERE for that.
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: [
Where I lived last fall. Click the image to go to the place: [ or click here ]
So cool, having this one read aloud, and read aloud so well. Click the image to go the place:
‘Tis the season for lists, yes? And mine at this time of year, they’re always skewed by my terrible recall—the books and films &etc that just happened always seem to get higher billing. Still, in an effort to be even-handed, I did scroll back a few places, just to refresh, refresh (that’s a story joke)
Know that STP line, “what’s real and what’s for sale?” Mongrels is now both: [ click to pre-order; contact Jessie Edwards for inquiries ]
Until World War Z, I’d been hearing that same thing about the zombie. And I guess it was kind of true. A lot of fun had been had, no doubt—the bulk of it on film and in the short story—but nobody’d Tolkien’d out the zombie landscape with a story that really sang. Not until Max Brooks applied
Four or five days late, but, you know, I was finishing a novel. So. Three of my best reads from 2014 weren’t actually 2014 books, as it turned out: John Scalzi’s Redshirts, Jeff Lemire’s The Underwater Welder, and Megan Abbott’s Dare Me. But, from 2014, it’s got to be Lev Grossman’s The Magician’s Land, Matt Kindt’s continuing MIND
For the weekend, anyway. And, I’m thinking this is my third time in the Midland Reporter-Telegram? I showed up once when I was about twelve, though I cannot begin to suspect what for. Oh, no: maybe it was for Old Settlers Days in Stanton. And maybe it was the news, not the paper. I was
My second or third year teaching, somebody caught me in a hallway, asked me my thoughts on how detective fiction’s put together. And, listening to myself answer—of course I’d been reading noir and p.i. and crime and thriller forever—I realized that I only knew detective fiction as a reader, not a writer. And I say
Man, the links and updates get away from me. I can usually remember to stuff them to the right, here, under Interviews/Stories/Off-Site, but I don’t always remember to put them here. So, doing it now, here. What I can recall from the last two weeks or so (will try to make all the images links):
Back in the late nineties, I’d see Stephen Dixon stories all over and flip back to his author bio at the end of the journal or whatever not because I didn’t already know it, but for the rush: it always said he had some three hundred stories published. I had maybe six at the time?
