I don’t have nearly enough time to devote to this now — I’m in the early stages of a study that hopes to finally conclude whether the Bulletboy’s old “Smooth Up In Ya’” song1 (1989) really had hidden sexual overtones or not (next up: Warrant’s “Cherry Pie”) — but I feel I’ve got to say […]
Looks like, in pre-celebration for TURISTAS1, Demon Theory pulled two reviews this week: & [ click em to hit the rvws ] Cool places each, though the reviews are kind of opposites of each other. Anyway, it’s none other than Mike Bracken on the Toxic Universe one. Which, I mean — for my first novel,
hey, way down in that Halloweenie post I wrapped up by lamenting that there were no pics leftover of my shirt. Turns out it was a lie. There’s this one (click it to enlarge): The farthest-back person in the room’s my friend William J Cobb, and the frontmost is Jay McInerney. I’m in the middle
and his freezer’s now spilling over with elk. which is to say dancing days are here again, all that. and, because all this can’t seem to organize itself any other way, a list: That 32 Poems (Fall/Winter 4.2) with my story “Lunch” is out and about now. Just had “The Sadness of Two People Meeting
Best line, by far: Samuel Jackson’s SNAKES ON A PLANE one, here Best monster kill: that last one in FEAST Best justice: in the bathroom stall at the end of HOSTEL Best subtitle: “[Zombies Panting],” from SLiTHER Best remake: THE HILLS HAVE EYES Best prequel to a remake: TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING Best tanning
Bleak. Unremitting. Is to the road trip book what THE HILLS HAVE EYES was to the family vacation movie. And as far as post-apocalyptic stuff goes, Cormac McCarthy’s THE ROAD makes you see what a happy fantasy A CANTICLE FOR LEIBOWITZ was, how tame DR. BLOODMONEY was. That that road in THE PARABLE OF THE
everyone dreams the dream but we are it It’s like a word problem: If two ribbons, one gold one green, approach each other at a rate of eight pages at a time in a three hundred and sixty page book, will they ever meet? Because of course one-eighty isn’t a multiple of eight — you’re
Showed up at the wrong bookstore Halloween night to do a DEMON THEORY signing — kind of awkward when you’re wearing a Jason mask, carrying a big fake knife — but finally found the right one, had a blast (notice all the LISEY’S STORYs behind me there, yeah?). Rented FEAST that night as well, though
Man, if everybody doesn’t have a list, right? I’d guess, if I took the time to look, somebody’s already got one like this, I mean: things they’re tired enough of in horror to make a public plea that those things stop, lest the whole genre cave in or something. Or, really, those things we get
For a long time now I’ve gone to bed early For a long time now I’ve been writing “title shot” in the back of every book I read, along with a/the page number. Most, anyway. All it means is that this (page) is the first time the title of the book appears in the book
Just a couple of quick links: Wooden Spoon’s posted a cool Demon Theory review In anticipation & celebration of Halloween, that fifth page of the Demon Theory quiz-thing‘s been very updated I just last night rung that 100-page bell on the novel I started a few days ago, which has a title still probably too
Just thinking about what I said in that last post, about how I don’t do reviews because I’m pretty sure I’d set my standards impossibly high, just so I could shoot down every book in my path. That may be a little too broad a statement, though — I don’t mean to suggest that all
Well, I mean, yeah, because he’s got titles like THE LUST LIZARD OF MELANCHOLY COVE and PRACTICAL DEMONKEEPING. These are what originally got me peeling his books up from the shelves back whenever ago. Years already, I guess. Too, though, I’ve yet to read a CMoore book that hasn’t made me smile, and then impressed
JUKED #4 (print) is out. Just showed up in my mailbox today. Very pretty. In there with a couple of people I know, even: Alan Rossi and Patrick Whitfill. The story is that “Zombie Sharks with Metal Teeth”-one. A story about a man and his mouse. Which, that’s not figurative language there, though I guess
Editor Y: In today’s trend-oriented publishing climate, you need to either be the celebrity-of-the-moment or you need to have a bulletproof plan to plug into what’s hot, what’s guaranteed, what there’s already an audience for. And, sir/madam/etc., that you don’t already know my name from the tabloids should suggest that, while not infamous for killing
Of all the footnotes I cut from DEMON THEORY, there’s an OLIVER TWIST / ANIMAL HOUSE one that I maybe miss the most. There was this fun, ceramic-pig oriented Pynchon-one too though, I suppose, which scuttled through PLAYBOY and I forget all-where. And more and more. This, though, it’s one that I never actually put
Which is a fancy stupid way of saying that DEMON THEORY‘s back on Amazon, thanks to Melanie at MacAdam/Cage. not quite searchable yet, but there again, anyway, mostly alive. So, to everyone who’s been asking why the world hates them and me this much, as to bury the book in a database: we’re the favored
Just a quick note that Home Ground: Language for an American Landscape, edited by Barry Lopez is out. I have either twenty or twenty-one definitions in it, can’t recall (twenty-one, I think, which may be the most, who knows — my copy’s loaned out already). Anyway, click the pic to go to Amazon’s page. Also,
The schedule just posted for the Texas Book Festival, and it looks like I’m on two panels: 11:30 – 12:30, Capitol Extension Room E2.026: “Literary Fiction: Texas Rising Stars?” With Ben Fountain, Dao Strom, and Dominic Smith, and Patrick Beach moderating. (DEMON THEORY) 3:00 – 4:00, Capitol Extension Room E2.010: “Writers League of Texas Presents
Very cool review, from one of the hottest places for horror. click the image to go to the place.
Thanks to Judy Wilson and Anthony Neil Smith for a cool time — great Q&A in the afternoon, fun reading that night, and lots of books signed. And thanks to Elli for FW’ing that pic, above; all the trophies, of course, are what I won for reading, just in the space of sixty minutes or
Was reading over a novel I’m about to submit, and kind of just mentally ticking off the things I was going to be writing ‘stet’ by after the copy editor and proofreader have had a go at it (assuming a lot here, I know, but hope springs, all that), so figured it’d maybe just be
Just a note to say, yep, it’s all different now. Got tired of the red and black stuff, just washed it all out grey and white. it looks like it should in Firefox, but I’m thinking that, in IE or IE-driven stuff, the “em”-size CSS is going to get ignored, kind of throwing off some
if someone at a party gets some kind of news that makes them drop what they’re drinking, the glass won’t shatter if two people are fighting and one of them has a pistol, then that person with the pistol will win. Which is to say we won’t have to have that shot of the gun
First, as this is just all about the end of THE DESCENT, then, yep, it’s just chock full of spoilers. So stop here if: you’ve not seen it you’re going to see it and you don’t like to know how a thing’s going to end Not meaning to say THE DESCENT has a gimmick-ending or
