Sunday, August 7, 2011

Herman and I...

You know you're a proper monster when Kevin Nunn, Toronto Renaissance dude, immortalizes you in bronze -- or the next best thing, papier mache painted to look like bronze. And so it is with Herman Sloan, of the Monstrous Affections cover:

... and my short story The Sloan Men, which is even now available to read right here. 

Kevin presented this sculpture to my friends/publishers Brett Savory and Sandra Kasturi, and the two shocked me with it during a mid-summer visit yesterday.

I am gobsmacked.

Monday, August 1, 2011

What's wrong with us?

It happens to all of us at one time or another. We're at a party, the wine is flowing freely, and it comes out that we write, read or view stories of a particular genre. And to keep the conversation going, one of the other party-goers wonders: why would we wish to dwell on the ideas and feelings that emerge from that particular genre? Doesn't real life have enough of those things, without having to dwell upon them further in fiction and film? Or, to get right to the subtext: Aren't we a little unbalanced, for turning our imagination there, and away from more wholesome things?

And we always respond: What is wrong with enjoying a little vicarious despair through the occasional re-reading of Raymond Carver's stories in Cathedral, or samples of the little-known Canadian author Margaret Atwood's early ouvre? What have you got against a bit of vicarious frisky lovin', such as Jennifer Cruzie pens? Aren't there enough of those things extant in life, without having to dwell upon them in story?

Well, we don't really. Because really, nobody suspects the morals of people who enjoy mainstream realistic fiction, or worries about the mental health of people who write and read a lot of romance (well, not much). But we who enjoy horror fiction - we raise questions... insinuating questions.

 (More After the Break)