Just finished reading Killer in the Rain by Raymond Chandler. This is a short story but it was given a kind of standalone novella treatment by Modern Classics. You can see the cover below.
As I was reading this one I tried to pay close attention to Chandler's style, to see if could pick up on what makes him such an original and so often imitated. First let me say I really enjoyed the story. It captivated me as I read along. But what were the elements that lead to that captivation?
First, Chandler's writing is very simple and straightforward. There is very little poetry in his prose, unless one considers a certain starkness to be poetical. Second, the work reads like it was written quickly and was not revised very much, although I have no idea if that is actually true. I say that because I found various places where Chandler reused the same word in the same sentence or paragraph. I often do that in first drafts but usually try to change it as I revise. Third, there is almost no description of the natural world other than an occasional visual given of the sky or of rain. There is, however, a fair amount of description of man made objects within the story, such as the drapes or automobiles.
I found these three points interesting because, normally, I would say that I didn't like the way Chandler does them. I love poetical writing. I like polished prose. I love descriptions of nature and dislike descriptions of man-made materials. Chandler worked against all three of my preferences here, but I still enjoyed the read.
One might say, well, "Story is King." But the story here is not that compelling either. Basically, a mobster's girl is stepping out on him and he hires our "shamus" to take care of it. There's a couple of murders and a blackmail scheme, a couple of dames and a lot of whiskey. There's an hysterical woman who has to be slapped out of it. None of these are particularly compelling plot lines, although they certainly would have been much less predictable when this work was originally published.
The upshot of my analysis here is anticlimactic. I don't know why this booklet worked so well for me. Maybe other's have thoughts.
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Saturday, May 27, 2017
A Bookshelf of Inspiration
Reading has been a major inspiration for me throughout my
life. Not only an inspiration for my own writing, but for life in general, for
whatever philosophy I claim, for my career in academia, for the way I try to
treat others. It would require many blog posts to list all the books and
stories that have influenced me, but I can show you pictures of those works
that have stuck with me the longest and which I continue to this day to pick up
periodically and peruse.
First up are three books that reflect both my love of nature
and of beautiful writing. All of these are nonfiction. The Snow Leopard, by
Peter Matthiessen is my favorite work of all time. I have multiple copies, and keep one at home
and one at school. Arctic Dreams by Barry Lopez is hallucinogenically
beautiful. And Walden, by Thoreau! Nuff said.
Next, I didn’t discover Fitzgerald’s translation of Homer
until college but when I did, I fell in love and memorized long sections of it.
Some of those I still recall. I didn’t discover
The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers until grad school, but when I started
writing Chambers’ work was right there with me, particularly a section of flash
pieces called “The Prophet’s Paradise,” sections of which I also memorized.
Inspiration comes for me from every kind of work and every
type of writer. The opening to Jitterbug Perfume is just about the most perfect
piece of writing I’ve ever seen. House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday beings
with another of those hallucinatory passages that fires my imagination. And
Teot’s War by Heather Gladney is a gorgeously written fantasy novel.
Ernest Hemingway is the only writer with two books on my
inspiration shelf. The Short Stories contains some absolute jewels of Hemingway’s
work, “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” “The Short Happy Life of Francis MaComber,”
among them. But the piece simply headed by “Chapter V” on page 127 is a thing
of beauty. A Moveable Feast is not on my
shelf because of particularly beautiful writing, but because it contains the
best advice on writing and on being a writer that I’ve ever read.
Finally, we have two very different types of works. Charles
Darwin’s “The Origin of the Species” is one of the best written scientific
arguments ever produced, and it certainly helped inspire in me an interest in
science and reason. The other book here, which you can’t see the title on, is a
near polar opposite to Darwin. It is the Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas. I
thought I disliked poetry until I read this book late in college. This made me
realize that I wanted a sense of poetry to be at the heart of everything I did.
So tell me, what books have inspired you?
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Summer Book Project
Every summer when I'm off teaching I tend to take on a project related to my books. In the past, this might just mean a good cleaning. Sometimes it means rearranging my shelves. Sometimes I get all my boxed books out and go through them for gems before reboxing them. This year I'm doing something different, and probably more time consuming. I'm going to take photographs of my entire collection, at least of the ones I've read.
I see people posting pictures constantly on facebook of their books and I never had any to post. I"d have to download a pic from the net if I wanted a cover image for this blog. But now that's going to change. I'll have a complete photo record of all my books available to me to post. Since I do various articles on books as well, this will also be helpful there.
Although this has already proven to be time consuming, I'm really having fun doing it. My books still bring me pleasure in so many ways, even if I'm not reading them at any given moment. Here are some pics I've taken so far. I'm sharing a lot more on Facebook.
1: I am the only person I know who collects Ken Bulmer, a British paperback writer who penned 100s of works under many different names. Here are some books under a few of his pseudonyms:
I see people posting pictures constantly on facebook of their books and I never had any to post. I"d have to download a pic from the net if I wanted a cover image for this blog. But now that's going to change. I'll have a complete photo record of all my books available to me to post. Since I do various articles on books as well, this will also be helpful there.
Although this has already proven to be time consuming, I'm really having fun doing it. My books still bring me pleasure in so many ways, even if I'm not reading them at any given moment. Here are some pics I've taken so far. I'm sharing a lot more on Facebook.
1: I am the only person I know who collects Ken Bulmer, a British paperback writer who penned 100s of works under many different names. Here are some books under a few of his pseudonyms:
And here is my favorite anthology of all time. Maybe more than any other, this one made me want to write interplanetary adventure fiction!
Friday, May 19, 2017
The Bane of Kanthos
I'd originally planned to put this up officially for
Forgotten Books Friday but I got busy and have been thinking about my son's
wedding, which is coming up tomorrow. Anyway, I recently heard about this book
on facebook and ordered a copy. I was pleasantly surprised. There is a newer
kindle edition of this work but I read the original 1969 edition, which was
part of an Ace Double with Kalin by E. C. Tubb. I'd already read Kalin in
another format.
The Bane of Kanthos is a sword and planet novel, in the
tradition of ERB's Barsoom series. An earthman is transported to what appears
to be an alternate world via passage through a black gate. He discovers that
the world is at risk from a great, reawakened evil, and that he is the only one
who can save it. There are staunch allies, nasty villains, and a beautiful
warrior-princess. All these tropes are familiar, but I enjoy them. What raised
this book a little above the standard level for me was the fine writing. I
thought the author's word usage and prose choices were excellent ones.
On Goodreads, there is an indication that the author, Alex
Dain, has planned to write more stories about this world. The kindle edition is
listed as: Book 1 in the Chronicles of the Gates. However, the kindle edition
was published in 2013 and nothing new has appeared from Dain since. That would
seem to make it unlikely that he is going to continue the series, although I'd
certainly be interested in a sequel.
Even if nothing else appears in the series, I still think
this one is worth a read for fantasy fans, particularly fans of sword and
planet fiction.
Friday, May 12, 2017
Writing: Organic versus Manufactured
I had a discussion with a friend about writing the other day
that I thought might make a worthwhile blog topic. It has to do with the
differences between a piece of writing that grows organically and one that is
constructed instead. Here’s my thoughts.
For me, poetry and flash fiction (750 words or less) usually
grow organically. What I mean is that I have a seed of an idea, start writing,
and let my unconscious guide me through. I don’t plan it, although oftentimes
in revision I’ll make conscious changes to improve the piece. This is not,
however, the way, I write short stories,
anything over 1500 words. Short stories are “constructed.” They are
manufactured. Although, if I do my job
well the seams and welds in the story are invisible to the reader.
Now, my short stories often start out organically. They
begin with a germ of an idea and the first 500 to 1000 words are often written
straight out of that germ. But short stories have to have plot, and the
unconscious typically only generates simple, straightforward plots. Those
stories have already been told too many times. By the time I’m a 1000 words
into a story I’m already engaged in the conscious work of building the piece to
meet specific goals.
An analogy is this. A poem or flash fiction piece—at least
for me—is like a wild fruit tree springing up seemingly out of nowhere. A short
story is a carefully pruned and constrained fruit tree that has had many new
limbs grafted onto it for specific reasons. Even the first 1000 words get this
treatment. And I don’t just go through pruning and grafting once, but many
times. The original seed is usually so hidden by the additions that it is
scarcely noticeable
“Conscious” writing is immensely harder than just letting it
all flow, but it does have its own rewards. One is that you have, in fact,
built something with your own two hands. And the final product is no longer all
about the writer. It’s at least as much about the reader, if
not more. I believe this is one reason
why it’s both difficult and dangerous to draw conclusions about writers
themselves from the stories they construct. Just because a writer explores a
negative theme does not mean that he or she is drawn to that theme. A writer’s
characters and plot twists do not necessarily reflect the writer’s personal
feelings and fixations. Speaking for
myself, although some part of me is in every story I write, I am not those stories.
Tuesday, May 09, 2017
Picking up on the Blog Again
Since my summer has begun, I'm hoping to pick up a bit on this blog, which I've neglected for quite a while. As per my usual, it'll mostly have to do with writing and reading, with occasional asides into whatever strikes my fancy.
On the writing front, I have a western novella about 3/4s done called "The Scarred One." Had to put it on hold during the school year, but now I'll try to get untracked on it. I've got quite a few completed stories that I need to submit, including two about the sword & sorcery character of Krieg. And I'm still considering self publishing a set of horror stories based on my dreams. I have about a dozen of those finished.
I'm working on a vampire story right now that I'm enjoying, and have opening scenes on several other tales that I don't know what to do with. Lately I've been working on a lot of poetry, partially because it takes less time and I can squeeze out a few moments from work here and there to commit poem-icide. Several of my poems appear in the latest issue of The Horror Zine. Thanks to Jeani Rector.
So, it is with good intentions that I post this blog. Let's see if that holds up through the next few weeks!
On the writing front, I have a western novella about 3/4s done called "The Scarred One." Had to put it on hold during the school year, but now I'll try to get untracked on it. I've got quite a few completed stories that I need to submit, including two about the sword & sorcery character of Krieg. And I'm still considering self publishing a set of horror stories based on my dreams. I have about a dozen of those finished.
I'm working on a vampire story right now that I'm enjoying, and have opening scenes on several other tales that I don't know what to do with. Lately I've been working on a lot of poetry, partially because it takes less time and I can squeeze out a few moments from work here and there to commit poem-icide. Several of my poems appear in the latest issue of The Horror Zine. Thanks to Jeani Rector.
So, it is with good intentions that I post this blog. Let's see if that holds up through the next few weeks!
Friday, April 21, 2017
Killing Trail: Print Edition
Well, finally something worth reporting here on the blog. For almost a year I've been planning on publishing a print version of my western short story collection, Killing Trail. I published this on Kindle and Nook several years ago but finally used Create Space to produce a print version. You'll probably recognize the cover image. Lana took this picture of me at the local Flatwoods nature preserve. Not a great cover image but it fit and I thought, "what the heck."
I dispensed with the "Charles Gramlich, Writing as Tyler Boone," subtitle and just put the pseudonym here, but everything is explained inside. I plan on more westerns under this name. Here is the back cover blurb (with the link):
I dispensed with the "Charles Gramlich, Writing as Tyler Boone," subtitle and just put the pseudonym here, but everything is explained inside. I plan on more westerns under this name. Here is the back cover blurb (with the link):
RIDE INTO DANGER! Killing Trail is a collection of western
short stories written in the action & adventure tradition of such
authors as Louis L’Amour, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Robert E. Howard. It
contains:
Killing Trail: When they dumped Angela Cody on Lane
Holland’s ranch she was scant moments from death. She managed to speak only a
few words but those were enough to make Lane strap on his guns and ride out on
a deadly hunt.
Showdown at Wild Briar: Accused of a murder he didn’t
commit, Josh Allen Boone rode a long way from his Wild Briar Ranch. Now he’s
coming home, and the real killers are waiting for him with a rope.
Powder Burn: They said Davy Bonner’s luck had run out and
they ambushed him along a dark road. But luck or no, Davy wasn’t going down
without a fight.
Once Upon a Time with the Dead: For the gray raiders, death
was an old friend.
The work also includes two nonfiction essays, one about
Louis L’Amour and another about the real Wild West.
The price listed on this is $6.99, but if anyone wants a
signed copy you can let me know and I'll order some myself for that purpose. It
should be a buck or so cheaper. Not completely sure how much cheaper.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Rise of the Rain Forest: A Book Review
Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest: By Robert
Frazier and Bruce Boston: Crystal Lake Publishing, 2017, 245 pages.
In
an undefined future, the rain forest has taken on a grotesquely beautiful life.
It and everything in it mutates wildly, incessantly. The only laws governing
the changes appear to be chaos and rage. Some humans survive at the jungle’s ever
hungry and expanding frontier; their existence is precarious. The people who
live within the forest itself are no longer human. Perhaps they are more, perhaps less. The cities
fight back with flame and chemical warfare. The forest attacks with spores and
vines and strange beasts. In the end, everything succumbs.
In
this thick and meaty work, the reader will find poems, flash fiction, and even
a few longer stories. Many of these have appeared in other publications but
there are also a number of new pieces. Boston and Frazier appear to have been
writing of the mutant rain forest for quite a few years, and I’m glad to see
this material collected together in one place by Crystal Lake Publishing. It
certainly heightens and reinforces the impact of the individual pieces.
I’m
very familiar with Bruce Boston’s work, less so with that of Robert Frazier.
However, I thought the vision of these two writers meshed wonderfully
throughout the collection. As I started
reading, I was paying attention to which particular author did what. I soon stopped
concerning myself with that as I got further immersed in the world. It didn’t
matter any longer.
The
greatest strengths here are word play, imagery, and resonance. Maybe word ‘play’
isn’t quite the right term, for the language is serious. Word “work” might be
better. Others have remarked on the imagery as apocalyptic and hallucinatory. I
concur. But there’s a bit more. The imagery is itself insidious—not in a
negative sense but in the sense of entrapping and beguiling. It’s almost as if
the spores of the mutant rain forest wash over you with every page you turn.
You wonder if they might take root on your skin. What might be born from such a
symbiosis? And there you have the resonance.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Hateful Thing
HATEFUL
THING
When life struck its first blow,
he retreated before it.
But blows never stop at one.
So he kept retreating
until his back found the wall.
Within himself he found
hammer and anvil,
turned the ore of pain
into plate metal and shield.
Gilded and girded,
he strode forth upon the field.
And the wounds he took showed
only as dents in his armor.
On the outside.
On the outside.
A hero holds his own in the face of
many.
He does not wish battle but does not
shirk it.
He “stands tall.” He “fights the
good fight.”
His face may be bloodied, his body
bruised.
But it’s only on the outside
because his spirit is burnished within.
Burnished within.
Only, in this world
there are so few face-to-face
fights.
He seldom sees an enemy coming.
He can’t watch every shadow where a
dagger
might lurk.
And not only enemies wield the blade.
Friends and loved ones always know
where the chinks lie in the armor
that has started to rust.
When does the hero become the
villain?
Is it when he begins to return every
blow
with the force of ten?
Or when he returns blows not yet
given?
But expected.
Expected.
In time he came to enlightened rage.
When an insult was thrown at him,
he sharpened it with words,
poisoned it with his own blood
and hurled it back.
By then he was going armed
to every gathering.
Prepared for defense.
Or offense.
Or offense.
Finally the day came
when he looked in the mirror
and saw,
he had become his own enemy.
A hateful thing.
And for such a blow
there is no armor,
no retreat.
For such a blow must be the last
ever struck.
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
A Sleep Paralysis Experience
Wow, I haven't posted her since February 10. My blog seems
to be dying almost in spite of myself. Well maybe that's because not a lot of
interest has happened to me. However, I did have a dream experience last night
that might be worth sharing.
Many who visit here know that I have very vivid dreams and
have written a lot of stories from those. However, I also occasionally
experience sleep paralysis. For those who don't know, sleep paralysis involves
waking up from sleep but remaining paralyzed from the neck down. The paralysis
is temporary but can be disturbing. Sometimes, sleep paralysis is accompanied
by vivid dream-like experiences that indicate a state that mixes waking and
dreaming. I've had both types, the paralysis only, and the mixed state. Last night's
experience was rather interesting, and scary.
I woke up, or thought I did, with a leg pushed up against my
back. I knew Lana was in the other room and tried to call out but couldn't. I
reached behind me to touch the leg and realized it was too small to be Lana's.
It was a child sized leg. And it seemed to be growing out of me at the base of
my spine.
I got a chill over my whole body and squeezed the leg hard.
As soon as I did so, a child's arm popped out of my shoulder. But it was like a
ghost arm. I could see through it. I realized at this point that it was sleep
paralysis. Normally when I realize that I try to relax, which is the best way
to make it dissipate. However, I was still freaked out enough to struggle. I
tried to sit up and managed to do so, then woke up completely to find myself
still lying on my side. I went and told Lana about the experience, then fell
back to sleep pretty easily.
About all I can imagine from this experience is that it was
my "inner child" trying to get out. Maybe he just didn't want to go
to work today.
Friday, February 10, 2017
Ed Bryant
I was very sorry to hear that Edward Bryant died on Friday, February 10. Ed was a very fine writer of both SF and horror. He was often associated with the New Wave of SF. I did not know Ed well; I only met him a few times at various conventions in Louisiana. However, I will always remember my first meeting with him at a New Orleans SF convention back in the 1990s. It was my very first convention as a guest. Ed was by far the biggest name at the con and I remember how friendly and accepting of me he was.
I talked to Ed a few more times at other conventions and he always seemed to remember me. Over time I got him to sign quite a few books for me and I still have and value those. From all I hear, he was at all times a nice and considerate fellow and that was certainly my experience of him. He'll be missed.
I talked to Ed a few more times at other conventions and he always seemed to remember me. Over time I got him to sign quite a few books for me and I still have and value those. From all I hear, he was at all times a nice and considerate fellow and that was certainly my experience of him. He'll be missed.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Perry Rhodan: The Planet of the Dying Sun.
Despite
my best intentions, time gets away from me. We’ve got two job searches going on
in Psychology this semester and I’m on both sub committees. Reviewing
applicants, meeting about them, doing phone interviews, etc, has filled up
every spare moment I might have had to blog, or write. But, finally, here is a
blog post.
I
mentioned previously that I was going to make this year, at least in part, of
reading series books. In this regard, I just finished “The Planet of the Dying
Sun, #11 in the Perry Rhodan space opera series. This is a German series, which
started in 1961 in Germany’s equivalent of a pulp magazine. There is something
like 3000 books in this series, and more in a Spinoff series called
“Atlan.” In the USA, Ace books published
the first 126 books, between 1969- and 1978, as well as a few Atlans. They’ve
been phenomenally popular in Germany. Wikipedia indicates they reached 1
billion in sales by 1986.
I've
only read half a dozen of the series. Most I’ve enjoyed, but I found “The
Planet of the Dying Sun” to be extremely weak. It didn't engage me at all.
After looking through my records I see that the ones I've liked were written by
K. H. Scheer. My favorite so far has been Fortress of the Six Moons, not
coincidentally, the first in the series that I read.
“The
Planet of the Dying Sun" was written by Kurt Mahr, although from what I
understand an original draft of the work might have been done by Scheer. Mahr
was the pen name for Klaus Otto Mahn. Mahr/Mahn apparently wrote a bunch of the
Rhodan titles and I have a couple more of his around here. However, at the
moment, I’m thinking that I'll probably give those a miss and stick with the
Scheer ones.
The
most memorable thing about this book was the opening "letter" from
Forry Rhodan. Forry was Forrest J. Ackerman, who contributed imaginary “fan
letters/editorials” to some of the early books in the series. I'll quote a
brief passage that made me arch an eyebrow and laugh. In speaking of Perry
Rhodan, the letter reads: "He is a true super-Homo Sapiens, the
representative of the Man of the Future, to show our present day Hippies, long
haired defeatists, and their friends that the future of Earth is in the stars,
not in drugs or in plain sex and pleasure!"
As
a long-haired scientist myself, I thought this was laying it on a little thick.
I guess Forry wasn’t a fan of the hippie movement.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Fantasy Book Sale
To celebrate the new year, there's a sale/promotion going on today in Heroic Fantasy that I wanted to mention. One of my own pieces is included in the promotion. If you click on this link, it'll take you to the page, which features mostly works for under a dollar.
I plan to pick up a couple of these today, too. I haven't read all of them myself. However, I have read stories by Peter Fugazzotto and Scott Oden and feel very comfortable recommending them both.
Fugazzotto's work, it seems to me, shows some influence from two fantasy authors I particularly like, Robert E. Howard and Glen Cook.
Oden's work featured here is properly called Historical fantasy since it is based on an actual historical world, although it features fictional characters. It's good solid writing that puts you in the period very well.
The rest of this also looks quite good. There's a variety of stories available, from the deadly serious to the more humorous. Hope you get a chance to check out the page.
I plan to pick up a couple of these today, too. I haven't read all of them myself. However, I have read stories by Peter Fugazzotto and Scott Oden and feel very comfortable recommending them both.
Fugazzotto's work, it seems to me, shows some influence from two fantasy authors I particularly like, Robert E. Howard and Glen Cook.
Oden's work featured here is properly called Historical fantasy since it is based on an actual historical world, although it features fictional characters. It's good solid writing that puts you in the period very well.
The rest of this also looks quite good. There's a variety of stories available, from the deadly serious to the more humorous. Hope you get a chance to check out the page.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Early Music that Influenced Me
I saw this “ten albums that have stayed with me or influenced me as a
young person” thing going around facebook. It’s interesting . My situation
growing up seems a little different from most. The only music in our house was
some country & western and the music on Lawrence Welk. My father did not
approve of rock and roll. He called it “Duck Quacking” music. The first time I
ever heard a rock song was on the radio in the truck while my brother was
driving. It was Crimson and Clover by
Tommy James and the Shondells. It was a revelation.
We also didn’t own a record player while I was growing up so the idea
of personally owning music was completely foreign to me. I didn’t have a
turntable until I went to college. My brother-in-law had one and I did hear him
play “Light my Fire” by the Doors once. I
liked it a lot. The first music I actually bought was as a Junior or Senior in
high school when I had an 8-track tape player in my car. It was Deep Purple, “Shades of Deep Purple.” I
loved “Hush.” I played the tape 4 or 5 times before the machine ate it.
This means that most of the albums that really affected me didn’t come into my hands until college. But here they are, generally in the order of influence. And by influence I mean those that have remained with me over the years and have influenced my writing and all future musical interests.
1. We Sold Our Souls for Rock and Roll, Black Sabbath, double album.
2. Led Zeppelin IV, Led Zeppelin
3. Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd.
4. Tres Hombres, Z. Z. Top
5. Rocks, Aerosmith
6. Boston, Boston
7. Leftoverture, Kansas
8. Welcome to My Nightmare, Alice Cooper
9. Straight Shooter, Bad Company
10. Stormbringer, Deep Purple
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
School and Writing
Well school is back in session. Classes started Monday. That means, for the past few days, my writing has been nearly at a standstill. When I was in my 30s and even 40s I still had the energy after long days of work to go into my office and write. That energy is no more. I've had to revert back to a strategy that I've used throughout the years during the heaviest work periods:
That is, "Write at least one good paragraph every day." No matter how tired I am, I try to get that one good paragraph done each and every day. On good days, rested days, I can get a lot more than that. But even on the worst days I make a little bit of progress. Progress is the key. Writing is accumulative!
That is, "Write at least one good paragraph every day." No matter how tired I am, I try to get that one good paragraph done each and every day. On good days, rested days, I can get a lot more than that. But even on the worst days I make a little bit of progress. Progress is the key. Writing is accumulative!
Friday, January 06, 2017
The Year of the Series
For each reading year, I tend to set a kind of general goal,
knowing that I don’t intend to make it a hard and fast rule. In the past, for
example, I’ve had the goal of reading more poetry, or big books, or missed
classics, or graphic novels. I keep this in mind as I go through the year, and
try to make sure I have plenty of books from the selected category available.
This year I’ve decided to put a focus on reading and
finishing book series. I love a good book series. I read a lot of them.
However, I’ve often read relatively haphazardly through a series, reading one
here and one there, and often stopping part way through to go on to something
else. Sometimes I’ve never gotten back to a series, even though I might have
greatly enjoyed it when I first jumped into it.
The first series I ever read through completely, back to
back, was the Lord of the Rings trilogy, way back in college. The second series
I read like this came much, much later. It was the Harry Potter series. I’ve
also got a dozen or more “series” books around the house that I’ve not yet
read. So, for this year, I’ve decided to keep a little focus on completing
series. I’m on the last book now of David Gemmell’s Rigante series, which is
four books. I’ve got like 2 of the survivalist series books left, maybe 2 of
the Cap Kennedy series left, a bunch of Edge and Dumarest of Terra books,
something like 5 of the Dray Prescot series, a couple of the Destroyerman
series, and numerous others. I’ve also got entire series of books in my TBR
pile.
My “reading year” starts on my birthday each year so I’m
well into my program for this current period. I’m having fun with it. What
about you? Do you ever set general goals like this for yourself?
Monday, January 02, 2017
Opening Post of 2017
Wish I had something profound to say for my first blog
post of 2017. 2016 was not a very good year for me, but it was definitely
better than any in the period 2012 to 2015. That’s not saying a lot considering
those were among the toughest personal years of my life. I read more in 2016
than in the year before but wrote less. I basically wrote about 50,000 words of
what I consider to be commercial fiction and non-fiction, as in stuff I’d
like to sell and believe that I will. A fair amount of that
has been sold. Other stuff has been lingering around without being submitted
just because I’ve been procrastinating on that front.
Another change in my life, which started last year, involved
streak watching of TV shows. I don’t binge watch in that I seldom watch more
than two episodes at a time, but for the past two years Lana and I have been
watching seasons of various TV shows back to back over a period of a few weeks.
I’ve found that there’s quite a bit more decent TV out there than I had
assumed. This has probably impacted my writing to some extent since I used to
go to my computer pretty quickly after supper. Now I tend to spend at least an
hour watching a TV show before hitting the pages.
Of the shows we’ve streaked so far, here are my favorites,
in order.
Game of Thrones
Breaking Bad.
Babylon Five
Justified
New Battlestar Galactica
I’m also still watching The Walking Dead and a newer show
called Lucifer, but only an episode a week, like with old fashioned TV.
In short, and as usual, I’m hoping 2017 will be a good one
both personally and professionally. I want to finish a few writing projects that
I’ve left hang around too long. In reading, I’ve made a tentative decision to
make this the “year of the series,” either starting and finishing whole series
of books, or finishing a few of the series that I’ve had lingering around for a
while. I’ve started with the Rigante series by David Gemmell and am about to
finish book 3 of a 4 book series.
I hope all of you have a grand 2017. My best wishes go with
you.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Favorite Reads of 2016
I got this idea from Patti. Here’s ten of my favorite reads from 2016, in no particular
order other than the one I read them in.
David Gemmell, Sword
in the Storm. It had been a while since I’d read any Gemmell and I’m glad I’ve
still got quite a few of his books on my TBR shelves. This is the first book in
his 4-book Rigante series of Heroic Fantasy tales.
James Oliver Curwood, The
Bear. I love good animal stories.
This isn’t just about the bear of the title but is also about a man who
discovers more in nature than just the need to master it.
Robert Heinlein, The
Puppet Masters. I should have read this a long time ago. Very pulpy, from
an older era, but I loved the heck out of it.
Bruce Boston and Alessandro Manzetti, Sacrificial Nights. A collaborative poetry collection. Rich in
ideas, with Incredible imagery.
Tim Marquitz, Prey.
I don’t read as much horror fiction as I used to but this one hooked me.
Graphic stuff with many memorable scenes.
Bobbie Brown, Dirty
Rocker Boys. I make no secret of my enjoyment of 80s Hair Metal. This book
is by Bobbie Brown, a video vixen of the time who married Jani Lane of Warrant.
This was quite funny in a lot of places.
Holling Clancy Holling, Minn
of the Mississippi. My favorite childhood book was Pagoo, by this author.
Only as an adult did I discover that Holling had written other books. I ordered
this. I’m certainly much older than the target audience for this but I loved
it.
Garnett Elliott, CarnosaurWeekend. Just about everything you need in a pulp story. Fun stuff.
David Cranmer, Torn and Frayed (Drifter Detective #7). The latest installment in the Drifter
Detective series. Cranmer does noir right.
Alex Haley, Roots.
Another one I probably should have read years ago but didn’t. I found it nearly
a masterpiece. I got very involved with these characters.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Some Thoughts on Writing
1. Writing is never wasted. Sometimes I just write
individual scenes involving characters or settings, without really trying to
make them a story. Often, some of these scenes later tie themselves together in
various stories, although they usually need to be revised to fit. I have a
computer file called “Parts,” where I keep such unconnected scenes.
2. Related to the above, I started pretty early to keep a
kind of "Encyclopedia" for each invented world I came up with. This
would have brief descriptions of characters, races, plants, animals, cities,
etc. It’s fun to do and also helps me hold the disparate threads of stories or
settings together in my head where my unconscious can work on them. Some of these kinds of elements
end up in my dreams because of that.
3. Remember that "you can write ugly" when you
begin. The 'story' doesn't have to be anything publishable when it first comes
out onto the page. Writing allows you time to fix all that stuff later. I find
that the act of writing itself often generates a flow of creativity and things
come out better than I would have thought when I was just 'thinking' of the
story.
4. Related to #3, writing is really "rewriting."
I've learned to enjoy it. I never have anything come out right when I first put
it down, but I have confidence that I'll be able to fix it down the line.
5. A story idea belongs to you. Just because you’ve written
it one way doesn’t mean you can’t rewrite it in another way. I’ve taken stories
that I wrote early in my career and revised them based on experience, sometimes
turning the core into a completely new story, and sometimes just an expansion
of an original tale. Many writers do this. Poul Anderson and Louis L’Amour spring
to mind. I have multiple versions of some stories, either with different
endings, or just ones that were better developed as I grew in experience.
6. Reading a story is like flying over a landscape in a
plane. Writing that story is trudging the ground, going up and down the hills,
fighting through the underbrush, wading the streams. It's a lot more difficult
but one experience can't replace the other.
When I first started out, I sometimes took really strong scenes by other
writers, such as Howard, or Bradbury, and typed them out for myself to get a
feel for sentence length, paragraph length, etc.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Gods of Talera
Well, I intended to get a post up about Gods of Talera
sooner but then final exams came in and everything else went out the window. So
I’m finally getting around to it.
As most of you know, the fourth and fifth books in the
Talera series are finally out, just in time for the holiday season. I posted a
bit about Wraith of Talera last blog. Gods and Wraith make a duology, a
grouping of two books that complete a single story.
Gods also marks a kind of ending for the series. The story
line of Ruenn Maclang, which began in Book 1, Swords of Talera, reaches a
logical conclusion. I don’t, at current, have any plans for further books about
this particular group of characters, although I am interested in exploring some
other aspects of the planet of Talera, perhaps through some novellas.
Gods also provides a final reveal on some of the questions
that have been troubling Ruenn Maclang throughout the series. Namely, who
actually created the planet, what happened to them, and what do they have to do
with the Asadhie, the group of sorcerers that Ruenn has been in conflict with
throughout the series. I had fun writing that part.
The Talera series started as a labor of love, and has ended
that way. The Barsoom books of Edgar Rice Burroughs were a huge part of my
formative years and for as long as I can remember I wanted to tell Sword and
Planet stories in the ERB tradition. I’m
proud of this series. I hope many readers will feel the same way.
Saturday, December 03, 2016
Wraith of Talera: Shai!
A few years ago, Shauna Roberts, a fine writer herself, told me that she
had enjoyed the Talera trilogy but was hoping sometime to see a true warrior
woman show up in the series. For those of you who have read it, you know that
Rannon is a powerful warrior herself but we’ve almost never seen her in action,
and her role as Queen of Nyshphal does make it a little hard for her to go
leaping about freely with a sword.
Shauna’s comment hung around in the back of my mind and eventually
coalesced into a warrior named Shai in Wraith of Talera Here’s how she was introduced: “A shape leaped through the new sphere
gate. A man. No, a woman. She wore an armor of bones, carried a rapier in
either hand.”
Shai becomes an ally of Ruenn Maclang and stands with him in the final
climactic battle of Wraith. I think it’s one of the best battle scenes I’ve
written in the series. I won’t tell you whether Shai survives. You’ll have to
read to see.
Thursday, December 01, 2016
Happy Happy News: New Books Out
Well, after many delays due to the death of Robert Reginald,
my original editor at Wildside/Borgo Press, the next two books in the Talera
series have finally been released and are loose in the world. These are books
#4 Wraith of Talera, and #5 Gods of Talera. They form a connected duology,
separate from the original trilogy (Swords, Wings, Witch), although, of course,
characters and settings and history are carried over. I’m pretty pleased with
how they came out and it’s wonderful to see them in print at last. I’m pretty
fond of the covers too, which continued the theme of the earlier books but put
some nice twists on that. The covers are below. (Thanks to Steve Coupe for his
work on this.)
The original Talera Trilogy involved the earthman Ruenn
Maclang being transported to Talera, establishing himself there, and dealing
with the witch/goddess known as Vohanna. Witch
of Talera finished that basic storyline but left some loose ends. In Wraith of Talera, those loose ends come
back to haunt Ruenn—pretty much literally—and that book and Gods of Talera deal with these events. “Gods”
brings the primary story line of Ruenn to a natural close and it will be the
last Talera book, at least for a while. I do have a couple of novellas planned
to examine other aspects of the planet—not directly related to Ruenn’s story. I
don’t know when I might get around to writing those.
Gods of Talera is
dedicated to Robert Reginald, my editor at Borgo Press, and later with Wildside
Press. Rob was the editor on most of my published books, up till now. He was
excellent—hands off enough to let me take the stories where I wanted them to
go, but hands on enough to shepherd them through the minutia. It was a great
relationship and I still miss him. In addition to the dedication there is
another acknowledgement of Rob spread throughout the pages of “Gods.” It has to do with place names and
down the line I’ll reveal it.
For now, I’m just happy to see these books out. There will
be both print and ebook editions, though only print editions are out at the moment. I don’t know about audiobook editions yet. I'm sure these will also go up on Barnes & Noble, but it looks like they're only available on Amazon right now.
I
hope you’ll take a look see. As always, I appreciate your support.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
You Think You had it Tough!
You
think you had it tough. I grew up in the middle of the woods. When I told my
dad I wanted a set of Lincoln logs, he handed me an ax and said, “Go cut ‘em
yourself.”
I
once told my dad I wanted some Play-dough. He told me, “That’s what mud is
for.”
You
think you’ve seen cold winters. Most of the time when I was a kid, if I wanted
a drink of water I’d have to climb up on the local glacier with a tin cup and a
magnifying glass and melt my own.
When
folks tell me I act like I was raised in a barn, I say, “I wish I’d had it that
good.” I grew up in a dugout in the side of a creek bank. I had twelve brothers
and sisters originally but 7 of ‘em washed away in floods. The rest of us had
learned how to swim by watching the beavers.
We
learned to use every part of our food. For example, you didn’t throw away the
hulls once you got the hickory nuts out. They were good mattress padding. (If
only we’d have had a mattress to put them in.) Whenever we had fish, we used
the spine for a comb and made shoes out of the scaled skin. My sister had a
fish eye necklace that was the envy of every kid in school.
I
may have grown up poor but at least I had a lot of pets as a kid. Dogs, cats,
raccoons, possums, squirrels, rabbits, snakes, grasshoppers etc. Of course,
they never lasted long. Acorn and bark stew only goes so far—when you can get
it.
I
remember we tried raising chickens once but in those days the chickens had
teeth and razor blade feathers so it didn’t work out well for us. I’ve still
got the scars from trying to gather eggs from those bad hens. We finally just
let ‘em run wild. I’ve always believed our chickens were the source of all the
Boggy Creek Monster legends.
One
of my mom’s best dishes was chicken pot pie. Of course, we never had any
chickens to put in it. Just the pot. But if you cooked it long enough and you
were hungry enough, it was delicious—if a bit chewy.
I’d
have killed to have four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie. We always had
to do with five or less. and mostly that was just the beaks and feet. Course,
the feet were darn good eatin’. There’d be a pretty good scrap among the
brothers every time one of us got hold of a bird foot.
Almost
every kid makes mud pies but we took those things seriously. It was the only
dessert we ever got. I liked to spread the froth from the creek on top of mine
as meringue. I was always the master chef of the clan.
Thank
goodness for the thick Arkansas fogs when I was a kid. Cut a slice and spread
it between two dead leaves and you had a heckuva sandwich.
I
remember one bad winter. It started in 64 and ran through 67. Everything froze
so hard you couldn’t burn nothing for warmth. Fire was too cold to start
anyway. Thank goodness for family. Especially my brother Bo. He had a bad case
of the farts that year and that was the only thing kept us warm.
When
I was growing up, the only thing worse than the freezing winters were the
broiling summers. Back in 62, it stayed above the boiling temperature for water
for three straight weeks. And that was in May. Some folks said it was the
hottest summer on record, but 59 was worse. I considered the summer of 62 to be
a cool front.
The
nearest big city to where I grew up was called Charleston, Arkansas. It had a
population of well over a thousand people, if you can imagine that many human
beings in one place. I remember once we walked into town and I spent my whole
time gawking at the incredibly tall one-story houses and the streets made of
stone. They even had these fancy contraptions called au-toe-moe-beels. My brother
Pabe got run over three times before he realized they was capable of movement.
Fortunately, the wild conditions we’d lived in had toughened up his hide a
mite. He ended up a bit lopsided but not much the worse for wear.
After
visiting the big city, Dad decided we should get TV. We couldn’t get it to work
until we plugged it into an electric eel. I never got to watch it, though. I
had to stand on the roof of the dugout
with forks taped to me so we’d have an antenna.
Somebody
seemed surprised that we could afford forks. We couldn’t. Our forks were hand
made from old discarded beer cans. I still have a set for use on special
occasions.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Blogging Slowdown
Not sure what is wrong with me of late. Life in general has been pretty good so I don't have that as an excuse. School was very busy the last few weeks but I was off most of this week for Thanksgiving. Yet, I still didn't blog until today and scarcely even visited other blogs, something I used to do religiously. It's also not that I haven't had ideas. I've had lots of ideas for blog posts but it just has seemed more effort than it's worth to put them in actual words.
I've actually not been doing much writing either. I've half a dozen projects part way done and I've jotted down dozens of other ideas, but I just haven't gotten the bit in my teeth on any of them.
Slow downs are inevitable. Maybe it's just that. Blogging seems to be slowly dying away anyway so maybe that is part of it as well. It's always so easy to post a quick line or two on facebook, but you lose something at that short length.
Hopefully I'll get back to blogging soon and with some more substantial posts. I should have some good news to share soon so I'll definitely want to blog about that.
Until then, hang in everyone.
I've actually not been doing much writing either. I've half a dozen projects part way done and I've jotted down dozens of other ideas, but I just haven't gotten the bit in my teeth on any of them.
Slow downs are inevitable. Maybe it's just that. Blogging seems to be slowly dying away anyway so maybe that is part of it as well. It's always so easy to post a quick line or two on facebook, but you lose something at that short length.
Hopefully I'll get back to blogging soon and with some more substantial posts. I should have some good news to share soon so I'll definitely want to blog about that.
Until then, hang in everyone.
Friday, November 11, 2016
A Dream Night to Remember
Dreams 11-11-2016:
Weird how some nights I remember my dreams very well and
other nights not so much. Last night was a good one. I had three dreams that I remember.
First dream. I had rescued a black bear that had lost its
mother. He was very sweet and
affectionate. He was cuddly and loved to rub noses. At one point, we were out
in the field walking and saw another bear, a big adult male, attacking our
cattle. Terrified, I grabbed up the little bear and hid behind a fallen tree.
The cows were able to defend themselves, though. A group of them struck back
against the bear and two held him down while one sat on him. I took off for the
house, carrying the little bear, and reported the incident to my mom and dad. End.
(In the dream, the cows sitting on the bear didn’t seem odd to me. I imagine
this dream was inspired by the book, The Bear, which involved an orphan bear
and which I read a couple of weeks ago.)
Second dream. Don’t remember many details about this one.
There was a young girl who was possessed. At one point I saw her sitting in a
pond with her head down in the water. As I watched, she lifted her head out of the water and her long hair
was matted over her face. She hissed from beneath her hair, which creeped me
out. (I’m sure this was inspired by a piece of the sitcom Blackish that I
watched last night, where the grandmother believed that one of her young granddaughters
was possessed and evil.)
Third dream. I was a security guard at a big company. My partner
was Colin Farrell. We were in a car cruising the grounds when we saw a door
open into the building. It was a door of metal bars set between two brown stone
columns. I called attention to it and we went in. There were a bunch of empty
rooms. I pushed open the door to the bathroom and saw a shadowy figure move
quickly behind it. He was missing his eyes but there seemed other things wrong
with him.
I backed away and called to my
partner. He came in and I asked for his gun. I didn’t have one. While I was doing this, the figure darted out
of the bathroom and around the corner into another hallway that I couldn’t see.
I started to approach that corridor and a couple of people turned the corner
and looked concerned or confused. I knew they’d seen the thing. One particular
man I remember was dressed in a suit and
tie and carrying a briefcase. Some other folks came from another direction and
were also milling around.
Suddenly, the figure burst out of
the hallway he’d gone into and came charging toward us. He was on fire. I
yelled something about it being a zombie and shot it. I didn’t shoot it in the
head but it went down. People were staring.
I stepped back outside for a moment and saw Colin Farrell pacing back
and forth, looking upset. I figured it was because he’d never seen anyone shot
before.
I went back in. There was a young
kid sitting not far from the dead man. Suddenly he looked up at me and his face
changed. His eyes got huge and turned completely full of black. He looked a bit
like a Predator from the movie of that name. When I saw the kid change I knew
the zombie effect was starting to spread. Then I woke up.
(The kid looked almost exactly like
a photo I saw a day or two ago on facebook. It showed a big guy who’d been
arrested who had dreadlocks and resembled the Predator in some ways. That was
the caption beneath it too. The zombie
on fire was probably from the video game Doom, where you see these kinds of things.
I was playing it a bit last week.)
Saturday, October 29, 2016
BOOK SIGNING: ANNOUNCEMENT:
I’ll be doing a signing this coming Saturday, November 5th,
at 2nd and Charles Bookstore in Covington, Louisiana. The address
is: 401 Highway 190, Covington, Louisiana, 70433. The phone number is 985
867-8010.
The signing will be from Noon to 3:00. I won’t be the only
author there. From what I understand, there’ll be a number of local authors
signing. I believe they are going to put up announcements but I’m not sure
exactly where. They also have a facebook page.
What I’ll have available:
Copies of the first Talera Trilogy: Swords of Talera, Wings
Over Talera, Witch of Talera.
Cold in the Light: My horror/thriller
Adventures of an Arkansawyer: Humorous Memoir
Bitter Steel: An anthology of sword and sorcery stories.
In the Language of Scorpions: An anthology of graphic horror
Midnight in Rosary: An anthology of vampire and werewolf
fiction.
Wanting the Mouth of a Lover: A chapbook of vampire haiku
I’ll have a few copies of
Write With Fire: my book on writing.
Mage, Maze, Demon: Sword & Sorcery novella from Beat to
a Pulp
Harmland: a collection of short noir/horror stories,
And a few surprises.
If you’re local, this sounds like a great day to visit 2nd
and Charles!
Sunday, October 16, 2016
The Puppet Masters Strike
The Puppet Masters, by Robert A. Heinlein, 1951, New American Library
I've read quite a lot of Heinlein's early work but this is one I've missed. Until now. I really enjoyed it. But then I like all of Heinlein's early
work, especially those considered to be his juveniles. This one isn't quite a juvenile but it still has the same flavor of adventure and excitement.
Most of you know that this is an alien invasion story, of
course. A ship lands containing what come to be called "slugs," which
attach themselves to the backs of people , through the spinal cord, and then
take control over them. At first no one knows who is controlled and who isn't.
But the human race soon comes up with countermeasures, such as having everyone
strip to the waist. The war is on but there are many more twists and turns
before the end, which I won't give away.
One thing a little different about this tale is that it
takes place at an undefined future time after some great earthly war and after
humans have begun to settle on both Mars and Venus. They have blasters and
flying cars as well as space ships.
In 1994, there was a movie made from this book starring Donald
Sutherland, but as I remember it was set in the modern day, without the
futuristic elements. They don't necessarily have to be there to make the story
a good one.
The slugs essentially appear to be single cells that
function almost like a composite brain and I'm pretty sure this was a big
influence on the Star Trek original series episode called "Operation Annihilate!" That first season episode featured single 'brain cell' looking parasites
that rode the backs of people that they had taken over. The similarity is too close to imagine that it was accidental. The episode aired in 1967.
Saturday, October 08, 2016
Can I Quote You on That?
Here
is a passage from an international bestseller. I changed two words. The name in
the book is not “Smith,” but I didn’t want to give the title away by citing the
name, which would be easy to google. Other than that, this is exactly as it’s
written in the book.
By
the way, this is the second time I’ve tried to read this book. This is about
where I quit last time, but since everyone tells me I need to read it, I’m
going to push on a little further. I’m reeling already, though, so we’ll see
how far I make it. I’ll reveal more about this book later.
QUOTE:
“Smith
straightened sharply when he spied the tiny silver cross on the other side of
the chaplain’s collar. He was thoroughly astonished, for he had never really
talked with a chaplain before.
‘You’re
a chaplain,’ he exclaimed ecstatically. ‘I didn’t know you were a chaplain.’
‘Why,
yes,’ the chaplain answered. ‘Didn’t you know I was a chaplain?’
‘Why,
no. I didn’t know you were a chaplain.’ Smith stared at him with a big,
fascinated grin. ‘I’ve never really seen a chaplain before.’
The
chaplain flushed again and gazed down at his hands.
Thursday, October 06, 2016
Richard Hescox
A nice little treat
for me at CONtraflow Con was getting to meet Richard Hescox, who was the artist
guest of honor. Although he has done much wonderful work since, I’ll always
associate him with the covers for the Dray Prescot series of Sword and Planet novels
published by DAW between about 1972 and 1988. This would include A Sword for Kregen, #20 in the series, my
first exposure to the books, and still my favorite. Hescox didn’t do all the
covers. There were 37 books published originally
in that series in English, which was written by the British author Ken Bulmer. They
were definitely an influence on my own Talera series.
I chatted with Mr. Hescox several times and he was charming
and friendly, and very knowledgeable about art. I sat in on a panel where he showed images of some amazing fantasy art from around the world that has very seldom
been seen. Many of these would make great covers. Check out his webpage to see
what he is up to these days.
Here are some more of his covers for the Prescot series:
Monday, September 26, 2016
NEW ORLEANS SF/FANTASY/HORROR CONVENTION
Been a while since I've posted here, but I guess I've finally got some news worth sharing. I'll be a guest this coming weekend at the CONtraflow Con in the Greater New Orleans area. It'll actually be at the Airport Hilton, which is in Kenner, a suburb of New Orleans. I'll be doing panels on pulp fiction, forgotten writers, dark fantasy, and dreams and creativity, among others. Check out the link for more information. If you're around, come see us. We always have fun!
CONtraflow:
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Sunday, September 11, 2016
Nick Carter: Web of Spies
Nick Carter: Web of Spies: Award Books, 1966. I
picked up this early incarnation of the long-running Nick Carter series years
ago but only now got around to reading it. This is volume 11 in a series that
broke 260 volumes. The standard cover is below but my cover is different. It's purple for one thing.
The
header gives this away as essentially a James Bond knock-off. It’s “A
Killmaster Spy Chiller.” The character is definitely a James Bond type, a
lady-magnet with incredible skills but dapper good looks—when he wants to show
them. In this particularly tale, Carter is supposed to save an English woman
scientist who has knowledge crucial to all sides in the Cold War. The woman is
a lesbian and the Russians have sent in a beautiful female spy to seduce her and
bring her over to their side. There’s a lot of action and a considerable amount
of sex, which is quite tame by modern standards but was probably pretty risqué for
the times. The sex definitely puts this into the “Men’s Adventure” category.
This
series didn’t list the authors but simply used “Nick Carter” as the house name.
A little research revealed that this particular volume was written by ManningLee Stokes. Stokes was an accomplished pulp writer who wrote for many series,
including the Jeffrey Lord series, of which I’m a fan. I’ve got half a dozen of
his books in that series and have generally enjoyed them. Stokes wrote a number
of other Nick Carter books as well.
Although
competently written, this story didn’t do a lot for me and I don’t see myself
grabbing another dozen of these for future rainy days. It’s just not my genre
of reading choice. If you like this sort of book, though, then I’m sure you’d
like this particular one quite well.
Thursday, September 01, 2016
Skelos: The Journal of Weird Fiction and Dark Fantasy.
Skelos: The Journal of WeirdFiction and Dark Fantasy. Volume 1, Issue 1. Magazine: Summer 2016: 158 pages, Skelos Press.
How nice to once more hold in my hands a thick, meaty magazine in print
form. The new Skelos Journal makes a solid debut on the scene, and I’m happy to
know that more issues are to come. If the editors can keep up the quality of
issue #1, we fans of pulp and fantasy fiction will have something to be proud
of.
There are three managing editors for the new magazine, Mark Finn, Chris
Gruber, and Jeffrey Shanks. All are known for their interest in and commitment
to the work of Robert E. Howard, but Skelos is not a Howard journal, of which there are several out there. Howard is
represented in the first issue, but Skelos is a “weird fiction” magazine, and
all that entails. This means it can’t be pigeonholed into one genre.
For one thing, the new magazine contains fiction of various lengths
alongside scholarly—but not dry academic—articles. It contains poetry and even
an illustrated comic-style story. The fiction and poetry is an interesting mix
of heroic fantasy, pulp horror, and even science fiction. There are plenty of
illustrations but the emphasis is on words and I, for one, am glad to see
it. Most magazines I pick up these days
can be quickly scanned in an afternoon. I spent several days perusing Skelos
and each trip into its pages brought new surprises and ideas.
Since there is a lot of meat on these bones, I’m not going to go over
every piece in the mag. Scott Cupp and Keith Taylor are probably the biggest
writer names here, but there are stories by Scott Hannan, David Hardy, Matt
Sullivan, Ethan Nahté, Jason Ray Carney, and myself. David Hardy’s “The Yellow
Death” was my favorite, although only by a slim margin over the other excellent
offerings.
The nonfiction was uniformly good, with material from Jeffrey Shanks,
Karen Joan Kohoutek, and Nicole Emmelhainz. Emmelhainz’s “A Sword-Edged Beauty
as Keen as Blades:” was really a fascinating read and my favorite. This is an
exploration of the gender dynamics in sword and sorcery, using C. L. Moore’s
Jirel of Joiry as an illustration. While
sword and sorcery is usually described as a very masculine and even
anti-feminine genre, Emmelhainz finds
this to be far too simple of a description. I’m still studying on her ideas to
see if I agree with them all, but it was fine and provocative reading.
For poets, we have Ashley Dioses, K. A. Opperman, Jason Hardy, Frank
Coffman, Pat Calhoun, and Kenneth Bykerk. I was glad to see poetry in the mix
here. Certainly this is something Howard included in his work and so it falls
into the tradition. I liked all of these
pieces.
There are also reviews, and plenty of other gems hidden in these pages,
including the excellent illustrated tale, “Grettir and the Draugr,” by Samuel
Dillon and Jeffrey Shanks. I highly
recommend it all.
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