So cool to see this sticker on a truck I used to have (a truck that I left in a field for a few years, but that now lives in the magazines): I’ll just leave this here for @SGJ72 pic.twitter.com/ixGnP3PLNK — Constantino Martinez (@TinoBeano) November 5, 2017
Thanks to Barnes & Noble, and Theresa DeLucci: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/blog/sci-fi-fantasy/10-hair-raising-horror-novels-not-written-by-stephen-king/
Which, yeah, okay, can still mean as much as bicycle, about. But, what I’m trying to say, it’s: $5.99!
Not the kind Jacob and his pack wore for Twilight, and not the kind some certain wolfling was carving into bathroom stalls all over the southeast. I’m talking the fiction kind. This one puts me in mind of Peter S. Beagle’s “Lila the Werewolf,” or that one story of mine from forever ago, “Old Meat“):
For my money, Evil Ed in wolf-form, stabbed and fallen and crawling across the floor, is still one of the creepiest ever effects (at 50sec)
http://www.cbc.ca/books/2017/06/jay-odjick-recommends-mongrels-by-stephen-graham-jones.html
http://www.tor.com/2017/06/15/french-fries-spandex-and-other-surefire-ways-to-kill-a-werewolf/
This is like that one in Werewolf of London (1935), just, straight on: Here’s that Werewolf of London one: And here’s another clever way to do it—in shadow:
And of course I veered werewolf-ward: http://www.tor.com/2017/05/31/the-horror-story-we-all-know/
I mean, because it’s Powell’s Books, of course. But also for this: Also in the pic: Jeremy Robert Johnson, the real Stephen Jones, Lisa Morton, Mr. King
Hey, it’s 2004’s Crash, back in the nineties! Not really. Well, kind of. What happened, I suspect, was someone got tasked with making this music video for the Judds (see: way below), then heard the line  “tribes of men” in there, then made the old Indians-are-in-tribes, aren’t they?-association, and bam, this video was born in
Remember that “Bark at the Moon” chapter? Ordinary people are exploring the secret lives of coyotes — through poop. Yea Coyotes @SGJ72 https://t.co/qxxq19GgEK pic.twitter.com/QNg4uYoSdW — cherylrussell (@cherylrussell) March 21, 2017
All good digests must need, finally, draw to a close. Not a sad close, though. Twenty six? I’d have never dreamed there’d be enough of these for twenty six. And, if you’re starting here and have that desire to click through, here’s the previous twenty five: click to get the dropdown one two three four
So honored to have Mongrels on the final ballot along with so many excellent writers, so many good books: Superior Achievement in a Novel Hand, Elizabeth – Hard Light: A Cass Neary Crime Novel (Minotaur Books) Jones, Stephen Graham – Mongrels (William Morrow) Langan, John – The Fisherman (Word Horde) MacLeod, Bracken – Stranded: A Novel
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . I plan on never getting tired of using that transition. Anyway, before getting to all the many and perfect and wonderful pics and words about the yellow book, here’s all-what came before: click to get the dropdown one two three four five six seven eight nine ten
Wow. Haven’t done this for a couple weeks now, I guess, meaning? I have WAY too many of these for a mere & measly (does that word come from “measley,” as in, ‘one who has the measles?’) single post. So I’ve tried to eyeball what might be the middle-ish, and snipped it off, pushed it
Man, been nine months since Mongrels went live, and it’s still getting words. Like these, over at LARB: “One of Them Now: Stephen Graham Jones’s Mongrels“ And, those nine months ago, of course, LA Times was already on the yellow book: “The Wild Boy Wants his Fangs“ Honored. Thanks, Kristina Baudemann (LARB) and Steph Cha
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
To be filed under Things That Floor Me: that I’m still doing this, seven months later. I mean, that Mongrels is still getting passed around online like this. And? The trade’s out in . . . seventeen days now, I guess. With some cool post-scripty stuff at the end: essay/note _ reading guide fun. Anyway,
