werewolves

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“):

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:

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

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

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,

And ready for anybody’s votes. Maybe the strongest line-up of finalists I’ve yet seen. Honored for Mongrels to be included. Click here to go there, and vote with your many-many email aliases.