Archive for October, 2014
For those who recall the illustration with October 19th’s post, here is a much nicer portrait of early French film actress, director, producer, and “vamp,” Musidora. (1889 – 1957)
(Musidora is also to some extent the visual model for Aimée in “Casket Girls,” cf. April 17, 3, et al.)
Then two quick items: Today is the tenth anniversary of Wednesday the cave cat’s coming to the computer cave, for more about which check out “Wednesday” under “PAGES” on the right or else press here. And Untreed Reads Publishing reminds us that this is the final day of their Halloween sale, including special low prices on my I’M DREAMING OF A. . . . and the New Year’s anthology YEAR’S END with my lead-off story “Appointment in Time,” for more on which press here.
GOTHIC BLUE BOOK IV: THE FOLKLORE EDITION is out as of at least a couple of days, including my short-short “School Nights” (cf. September 16, 8) about a young girl who . . . learns. At least it’s out in a Kindle edition but, presumably, a print version should follow soon. And what’s this GOTHIC BLUE BOOK thing about? To quote Editors Cynthia (cina) and Gerardo Pelayo: “A collection of short stories and poems resurrect the spirit of the Gothic Blue Book. Gothic Blue Books were short fictions popular in the 18th and 19th century. They were descendants of the chap book trade. Burial Day Books presents its fourth Gothic Blue Book, The Folklore Edition.”
Below is a contents list for the volume while for additional information, including ordering (at least in Kindle) one may press here.
Aisha Abram – Friend Of The Family
Jay Bonansinga- Bivouac
Bruce Boston – Collected Poems
Chad P. Brown – Bones Chimes
Tara Cleves – The Butterfly Gardener
M. Frank Darbe – Parcel Post
Lance Davis – Spooklight
Nicole DeGennaro – Making Friends
James Dorr – School Nights
Christina Glenn – Down By The River
Agustin Guerrero – Hunting The Devil
Emma Hinge – Seaside Bound
Kelly Hoolihan – Bus Stop
K. Trap Jones – Where It All Started
Kerry G. S. Lipp – Fairborn, Ohio Where Trains And Ghosts Still Run
Sean Logan – The Crawling Man
David Massengill – Looking Glass
Edward J. McFadden III – Lost Days
Meredith Morgenstern – Atheists In The Cemetery
g. Elmer Munson – Family Business
Lawrence Salani – The Cursed
Cathy Smith – Gifts From A Grim Godfather
A quick note to announce that Robert Shane Wilson of Nightscape Press has proclaimed a half-off sale for all titles, ebook or print, from now through Halloween. Of particular interest (at least to me), this includes BLOOD TYPE: AN ANTHOLOGY OF VAMPIRE SF ON THE CUTTING EDGE (see September 17, August 13, et al.) in which my story is that of “Eudora,” characterized by one reviewer as “the kind of girl your mother warned you about.” Remember back. You know who she was . . . and maybe you’ve wondered what might have happened should you have met her and dated her anyway?
Now you can find out for only $8.49 ($2.49 for the ebook), along with noting some other great pre-Halloween offers, by pressing here.
Maybe it means I need to get a life, though as a horror writer there may be irony there too. But I do watch a lot of movies and have a fair lot of VHS tapes and DVDs, so I instantly checked out the Huffington Post’s “13 Scary Movies You’ve Likely Never Seen Before,” passed on via Facebook’s The Horror Society courtesy of Anthony Crowley and Scott M. Goriscak. Might there be, maybe, just one or two I actually had seen at one time or another?
Actually, yes, though I think there are at least two of the thirteen I haven’t seen. CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST is one I recall I felt might not be that appealing, while KILL LIST, I’ll confess, is new to me. Also I can’t be absolutely sure which versions I’ve seen of BLACK CHRISTMAS and THE HAUNTING, both of which would have been some time ago, although I think in the case of the latter it was the original. But as for the others. . . . Well, some of them may in fairness be rather obscure, and the list is a good one of films one should see or at least be acquainted with. Also included are a few sentences on each as a sort of mini-review, as well as trailers.
Meanwhile Saturday afternoon’s mail brought the Fall issue of STAR*LINE, the quarterly journal of the Science Fiction Poetry Association. My entry in this, especially apt for the Halloween season, is a speculation on the true meaning of albino pumpkins called “Paranormal Botany.” More on STAR*LINE and the SFPA can be found here.
Last year it was Kate Hill’s Haunted Library (see October 21, 2013). This year, as the announcement went out, “the theme is decorations. There will be a main Halloween page as usual and everyone’s info will be posted on it through the entire month of October. In addition, there are twenty-four feature spots on my blog plus 5 Halloween Themed Thursday Thirteen days that will be filled on a first come first serve basis.” And so, this month, my featured day is today, the 25th.
First off, for a thing or two about me, we will learn what my favorite Halloween decoration is, plus a bit of its background and use, plus — since the idea is horror promotion — info and an excerpt from my book THE TEARS OF ISIS. Plus a little about me. But then, the apex, the answer to an extra question: “The hero or heroine of your latest book is asked to decorate for a Halloween party. What does he/she use?”
Since THE TEARS OF ISIS is a collection of seventeen stories and an opening poem that gave me a certain latitude, but I chose the final story as the most appropriate, the title story “The Tears of Isis.” The protagonist is Copper, a well-respected sculptor and one who has gained wealth from her work. We can expect a party she would decorate for would be an upscale one, so just hanging a few paper skeletons in a basement rec room would scarcely do. No, this would be a room — an environment — with some attention to form and light, a room of some size, but otherwise without permanent changes since, the day after, it would be expected to go back to whatever its normal use.
So would you like to attend a party in it? Find out by pressing here, tarry a bit and take time to explore, then browse about by pressing here to meet some of the other guests Kate has invited for Halloween as well.
Two short items for last night, the first being that the contract for the science fiction humor anthology A ROBOT, A CYBORG, AND A MARTIAN WALK INTO A SPACE BAR (see September 26, et al.) has been received and has gone back into the email early this morning. In time for breakfast, as it were, my part of it being a story concerning the loves of a robotic toaster, often with not so fortunate results, and titled “Toast.” The anthology itself, however, has been running late and is hoped to be out in late December or, more likely, early next year.
Then in a spate of interesting articles seeming to come out as Halloween nears, here’s a link to one by Lauren Davis, courtesy of Terry West via the Horror Writers Association page on Facebook, “No, Bram Stoker Did Not Model Dracula on Vlad the Impaler,” giving the lowdown on how the notion it might have happened came about, and how even its greatest proponents ultimately were led by the evidence to disbelieve their own theory. But also within the article itself are other links to interesting sidebars, such as what happens when a police portrait artist tries to recreate the old Count from the description in DRACULA when Jonathan Harker first meets him (look for the twentieth century haircut — these portraits are apparently assembled from standard templates 🙂 ).
For more, press here.
Widows, [curator Harold] Koda points out, were “a destabilizing force in pre–World War I society, because they’re sexually knowing, and they’re out on the market.”
Saturday was the day of my writers group’s monthly meeting in which my story up for critique was a spinoff from my “Casket Girls,” published in DAILY SCIENCE FICTION last April (cf. April 17, 10, et al.). The heroine, as it were, is a young-looking New Orleanian named “Lo,” recently widowed — because the women of her persuasion don’t age or die (or, more properly speaking, may have done the latter already), while their husbands do and eventually will (at which point the women may find an excuse to return to France, only to be “replaced” by a younger cousin or niece or alleged daughter who had been sent overseas as a young girl for her education, and has now returned). So, speaking of widows. . . .
Well, by pure coincidence, courtesy of Scott M. Goriscak via The Horror Society on Facebook, here is a piece on a just-opened exhibit at New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art, “The Met’s New Exhibit, ‘Death Becomes Her,’ will Thrill Your Inner Goth” by Véronique Hyland. And, yes, while there is a gothy element to all this, the fashions, accessories, customs, and expectations are real for the period from 1815 to 1915, including the note I’ve quoted above, more on which can be found here.
Looking at the styles on display, the crossover with contemporary goth and gothic Lolita style was obvious. When asked about the continuing appeal of this style of dress, Koda became pensive. “I have a personal theory. I think we’re a generation where death is at such a remove, not for all of us, but the young people who embrace it, there’s a kind of ability to fantasize about what death means.”
So that’s for the inner goth, but while on the subject of fashion, what of the “outer goth” as well? For a humorous and interesting treatment of (more-or-less) here-and-now goth “types” by Megan Balanck, press here.
Then one curious addition, re. my previous post, that while I may have no offering this year in the Horror Writers Association “Halloween Haunts” page itself, my presence is not entirely missing. Well, maybe I’ve commented on some of the other entries there too, but if you were to go to the main HWA blog site and look to the left, in the column with headings like “HWA News,” then scroll down just a bit, you will find a button for my video interview conducted in Portland at last May’s World Horror Convention (see also, July 24). This is the one that says I’m a sculptor, though really I’m not — in the interview itself I was actually talking about two characters in THE TEARS OF ISIS. But see for yourself by pressing here.
We may recall meeting Mercy Brown, the last of the recorded American Vampires, on these pages only last month on September 23. But as Halloween slowly approaches, as trees turn the color of blood and fire, as the wind blows chill and nights turn dank, can it be surprising if other vampires crowd into the light of a wan moon as well?
Or, actually, I was perusing the Horror Writers Association’s “Halloween Haunts” blog, one they present with a post every day from HWA members during the month of October (for which, in the spirit of full disclosure, I may not have an entry myself this year, but I was there in 2013 with a review of the Québecoise film DRACULA: ENTRE L’AMOUR ET LA MORTE on October 13, for which one may press here), and which on this October 15 had a piece by writer Michael J. McCann on “The Enduring Popularity of Vampires” — and
for which, one may press here. But the thing is, while these blog spots are necessarily short, Michael included links as well to two articles by Abigail Tucker in SMITHSONIAN MAGAZINE, the first on “real-life” vampires and the second, which goes into some depth, on what was believed to be vampirism in 19th century New England.
So for those who wish, herewith an introduction to “Meet the Real-Life Vampires of New England and Abroad” by pressing here, and for those who would like a further chat with our American cousins of the blood-drinking persuasion, for “The Great New England Vampire Panic” press here.
Then of course Mercy Brown gets her turn in the darkness in the latter piece, but one can also check the one I cited in September by pressing here, while for the whole sequence of HWA “Halloween Haunts” entries for 2014 (though most of these more into recollections of Halloweens past than monsters per se.) one need but press here.
Okay, this is one of my vices: I like movies that have to do with art. Also with musicians — composers. I even play some music myself, as tenor and leader of a (mostly — we field a harp as well and sometimes a violin) recorder consort that plays (mostly) Renaissance dance music. I go to art shows that feature Matisse and listen to jazz inspired by his work (see July 26, April 27, below) — but also read the captions he wrote describing its origins and meanings. I do some cartooning and sketching myself and, in the past, did some illustration as well as writing. I go to movies about making movies, like JODOROWSKY’S DUNE (see June 22). I haunt the film room at sf/horror conventions, in part just to see what’s new, but I also attend panels on movies and illustration and music as well as on writing and I do these things because I’m on a quest.
My quest is this: I want to find out, to get an idea, through all these approaches to it — of what art is. Because if I can figure that out, maybe, in my writing, I can do art myself.
So this was the catalog description for Friday night’s IU Cinema showing of 20,000 DAYS ON EARTH (this one they themselves consider important enough for a three-day showing — Friday was night one), and you can bet I went. Drama and reality combine in a fictitious 24 hours in the life of musician and international cultural icon Nick Cave. With startlingly frank insights and an intimate portrayal of the artistic process, the film examines what makes us who we are and celebrates the transformative power of the creative spirit.
It did not disappoint.
(Fun Fact, courtesy of Wikipedia: After his secondary schooling, Cave studied painting (Fine Art) at the Caulfield Institute of Technology (now Monash University, Caulfield Campus) in 1976, but dropped out in 1977 to pursue music. Cave revealed in a 2013 interview:
(“I really wanted to be a painter — the lifestyle, what I considered a painter to be, I found really attractive when I was young. The solitary aspect of it. But I failed at arts school, so that was that . . . I’m glad I’m not a painter now.”
(As it happens, as an undergraduate I did set design for my college’s little theater, but also had notions of becoming a painter, even taking some evening classes at the Boston Museum School — cf., incidentally, the title story for THE TEARS OF ISIS for some scenes inspired by those olden, olden days.)
Yes, this is relevant, because the idea is that I shouldn’t just passively watch movies like this, but should strive for them to affect me. What might it tell me that I’m doing right? (I took notes as best I could in the dark: Early on, Cave says of songwriting, “the point is counterpoint. You put two disparate images side by side and see what sparks fly.” My idea as well, and one I must remember — in a number of years, for instance, I’ve written an “annual Christmas story” to use the holiday with its expected associated feelings as a counterpoint to evoke some new horror.) He speaks of using his wife, his friends, his memories, his life as a cannibal might, ingesting all to evoke inspiration. And so, not entirely unexpectedly, he starts with small things, snippets, vignettes, to put together (I especially followed the parts of the song “Push the Sky Away”) until the film ends with concert footage.
So, yes, he says things that afterward might sound a little too pat, but in context sound right. Perhaps some things might seem a little pretentious — wonderful images of monsters, dragons, regarding “truth.” “Have I honored the ghosts of the past enough?” The film recalls the transformative experience of concerts by Nina Simone and Jerry Lee Lewis, of art transforming the artist as well as those who experience it. “[To] forget who you are, become somebody else. . . . You turn it on, you turn it off. Then one day you can’t. You’ve become the thing you’ve dreamed.”
And the parts, as with “Push the Sky Away,” start to come together. But the thing is, for me, have I not experienced these things as well — or at least shadows of them? As a musician, part of my joy has been in putting concerts together, working last summer with the dance mistress, as leader of a group of pickup musicians at a Society for Creative Anachronism coronation, on a playlist for that evening’s ball. She suggests “taking a chance” by using a sort of novelty number to start the opening set, which I like very much, suggesting myself that then we can start the set after the break with the more expected processional opening — something that turns out to serve us well when unexpected events require us to play the first set only, earlier than the dancing had been originally scheduled, and having to get it started fast (“Announce that the first dance will be ____,” I suggest to the dance mistress. “It’s noisy and fun and people may come.” It worked!).
But also, and I’ve said this enough in virtually every interview I’ve done in the past year — and even one or two convention panels — the fun of editing THE TEARS OF ISIS myself, unlike my earlier prose collections, not just picking stories but picking them to fit into a broad theme, and then the order within that theme, one story flowing into another, sometimes echoing back tropes from several stories before, knitting all together with, at the end, the title story about a sculptress circling back to the poem about sculpting that started the book off.
Thus it’s about me — but also the things I may not do so well. In playing dance music, people dance, but do people react vicariously when they read my stories? Do their minds sing when they see my poems — do they hear the sound of them? Perhaps one can’t know, but perhaps I should keep these questions in mind (of course other stories and poems may be meant to be more intellectual, to evoke ideas or just to be clever — but then do I keep these distinctions in mind?). The film speaks of editing and collaboration, of seeing art changed by the input of others. Do I think of poems as they might be set to music by others (this actually has happened to me with two early poems, but through no real action of my own), or fiction in terms of how it might be transformed to film?
Back to the catalog description: VARIETY MAGAZINE calls [20,000DAYS ON EARTH] “Simply astounding, razor sharp, and dynamic,” and Andrew O’Hehir of SALON said the film is “an unclassifiable and frequently spectacular documentary.” I might add myself, it’s also humbling. I recommend it.
We writers gotta support one another, yes? So just for a quick note, kudos to Paula D. Ashe who in a blog entry on October 11 cites having three stories . . . well let’s let her say it in her own words. But the thing is, she mentions a few of her fellow writers as well, including moi. . . .
“Anyway, I’m having a good writing year so far. I’m hesitant to say that because despite my humanism I can’t help but feel a little superstitious about the creation, reception, and publication of my work. I don’t want to jinx anything. However, three of my stories were published in JWK FICTION BEST OF HORROR 2013; ‘Because You Watched’, ‘Bereft’, and ‘The Mother of All Monsters’. It’s a huge honor to be recognized in any ‘best of’ collection, but particularly this one since many of the writers included are personal friends and favorite writers; Chantal Noordeloos, Lily Childs, James Ward Kirk, KZ Morano, Roger Cowin, and James S. Dorr.”
For the record, my ghost in the guesthouse is “The Sidewalk,” published last year as a reprint in GRAVE ROBBERS (see below August 14 and 6, June 24) and originally appearing in TERMINAL FRIGHT in Fall 1996, while more on JWK’s BEST OF HORROR, including the stories we all have there, can be found here. And to see Paula’s blog entry in its entirety, including a HALLOWEEN BONUS portrait of Vincent Price, be sure to press here.
Speaking of Halloween, another sale has been announced beginning now through October 31 — except this one’s a birthday sale as well. A year ago (more or less) Grey Matter Press unveiled its splatterpunk revival anthology SPLATTERLANDS, not to mention (ahem!) with my original story “The Artist” in it (cf. November 22 and 13, October 22 2013, et many al. — How many? Try putting “Splatterlands” in the search box at upper right). Editor Anthony Rivera explains:
“Grey Matter Press is celebrating a birthday. A very, very BRASH, BLASPHEMOUS and BLOODY birthday. SPLATTERLANDS is one year old! (And already talking! )
”To honor the arrival of this little red-splattered bundle on our doorstep one year ago, the Grey Matter Press anthology of extreme horror with a point is ON SALE FOR $1.99, joining the Amazon Kindle Halloween Sale thru 10/31/14. SPLATTERLANDS: REAWAKENING THE SPLATTERPUNK REVOLUTION includes disturbing short stories by Ray Garton, Michael Laimo, Gregory Norris, James Dorr, J Michael Major, A.a. Garrison, Christine Morgan, Chad Stroup, Allen Griffin, Michele Garber, Eric Del Carlo, Jack Maddox and Paul Collrin. With equally disturbing illustrations by Luke Spooner and Carrion House.”
Tempted? Press here.