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 […]
Mapping the Interior is sneaking out into the world: That was the Tor offices. This is Twitter, later: New books from @neilhimself @SGJ72 @jasonshiga and Carrie Vaughn. pic.twitter.com/v1oiy8WYrX — Andrew Liptak (@AndrewLiptak) March 23, 2017 And, Ellen Datlow, she without whom Mapping the Interior wouldn’t have ever happened:
Back when The Fast Red Road wasn’t called that—this is late 1997, early 1998—the way I intended to write it was as a series of long answering machine messages left in this one guy’s trailer while he’s off gallivanting around with a carnival or something (he’s got pet jackals—this is the kind cool stuff you
Years back, somewhere around 1997, I’d guess, I asked Janet Burroway, my dissertation director, for her advice on embarking on this whole writing thing. Janet’s answer was pretty much exactly this, from King—don’t wall yourself off from your family in order to write. Rather, write in the middle of them all. [ original page/image is
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
Top row: Nnedi Okorafor, Kij Johnson, Steven J. Mariconda and Peter Straub Bottom row: some dude, Ellen Datlow, Richard Stanley and John Jude Palencar Artist: Michael Bukowski
They are here. And I’ll be back. And, another video (interview) coming, from/with them.
Whilst Lady Gaga did her thing at the superbowl, I was hanging out here with Lovecraft eZine:
Getting to a few of these kind of the year-after. But, man, they’re no less excellent for it: Â
This may turn out to be the absolute coolest thing I see all year. Not just these four in a single conversation, these four all talking WHEN they’re talking.
panoramic shots of what was once my office on campus at CU Boulder (before the remodel of the building)
Just stashing these here so I can remember them: [ other Trump-stuff on site, here: “The Day before the Earth Stood Still“, “Trump” ]
We’re all holding our breath. For four years. But we’ll lose it a few times, I know, from shouting. We’re going to need a lot of shouting, and a lot of watching. Anyway, there’s hope, too. This is last night: However, we can’t forget that this kind of thing is now happening as well: In
Which is to say: where I write. Well, where I write when I’m writing in my study. Where I write when I’m writing in my office (on campus) is here. But, this is home. The door of it, anyway: And this is me standing in the middle of it all, trying to go as fast/slow
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,
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.
