Friday, May 20, 2011

OOPS revisited.

A little electric contraption inside played a song every time you opened it. Da, da da Da. Da, da da Da.

He hadn't heard the song in nearly ten years, but he would have recognized it even if it hadn't been Sarah Michelle Gellar on the front of the card: wooden stake clutched in one hand, hovering over her breast – her airbrush-smoothed face unmistakably stricken.

Whatever had happened with that stake, she hadn't meant it.

Inside, one word:

OOPS.


In honor of the Rapture (coming tomorrow, we're told).... thought I'd share with the Yard a short story, which appeared last year in the 'zine No More Potlucks. OOPS. It should help get you sinners into the mood.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

An endcap in Toronto....

Thanks to Jessica Strider, who sent me this photo, of an endcap display she set up at The World's Biggest Bookstore on Edward Street in Toronto, featuring my books and also an interview she conducted with me earlier this year. The World's Biggest is, you'll note, stocking Eutopia now - at this point, the only Chapters-Indigo outlet that is. Hopefully, books will make it to other outlets over the next week or so.

Next month (on June 5 at 2 p.m., to be precise) I'll be at the World's Biggest Bookstore to sign books and read, along with fellow ChiZine Publications authors Gemma Files (Rope of Thorns) and Brent Hayward (The Fecund's Melancholy Daughter).

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Review, The Bookstore, and Machetes

This is a bit of a grab bag of a posting, yard apes, so bear with me wile I dig around in it...

First up, I should take a moment to thank Jessica Strider, whose review of Eutopia: A Novel of Terrible Optimism went live today at SF Signal. She likes it fine as a horror story, but not for the monsters. She writes:

"For a novel that has such a horrifying supernatural creature at the heart of it, the true terror of the book was contained in the historically accurate parts. It's hard to be afraid of made up monsters when the Klan and practicing eugenicists show up. Indeed, when you see the unrepentant Mrs Frost and delusional Dr. Bergstrom own up to their crimes, no fictional monster could possibly stand up to the horrors humans are willing to perpetrate on each other."
 The whole review is posted at SF Revue, right here.

The book itself, meanwhile, is a little slow making its way to bookstores in Toronto (although I have it on good authority that it's well-shelved in Barnes and Noble and Borders stores in the U.S.). Yesterday, however, Bakka-Phoenix Books in Toronto got 10 copies in, and I made it by to sign them all just before closing. I expect there will still be some left by the time you get there.

Also: it looks as though the ChiZine Publications blog has finally dared to post my favourite World Horror Convention memory -- the story of me, and Joe, and machetes. Not for the faint of heart.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Horror of the Lone Star

It wasn't much of a horror at all, actually, going down to Texas this past week for the World Horror Convention. Coming back on the day of the Federal election... well, that was another matter. But the WHC 2011 in Austin, Texas, was pretty much a joy - an exercise in southern comfort, taking place in a town who's motto is Keep Austin Weird.

It was a very good time indeed. The ChiZine Publications crowd were there in force, to launch the spring lineup (Eutopia: A Novel of Terrible Optimism included in that, along with Claude Lalumiere's Door To Lost Pages, Gemma Files' Rope of Thorns, and Brent Hayward's The Fecund's Melancholy Daughter). Also on hand was Michael Kelly, launching the anthology Chilling Tales (which includes my story Looker).

I could ramble on for thousands of words about the high quality of the convention and the coolness of Austin -- but I brought a camera, and took some pictures. So let's try a slide show instead.

On Thursday, day it started, Claude Lalumiere and author Matt Moore and I went walking in downtown Austin, where we discovered this place - the Lucky Lizard, which sells curios and has a genuine sideshow museum in back.


They let me take pictures inside, of such wonders as the fabled Fiji mermaid:
A Mexican mummy:




Me (with my two-headed sheep friend):


There were also readings. Here's me, reading from Looker (thanks to Sandra Wickham, for snapping the shot):

And at the Driskill Hotel, said by some to be haunted...



Green eggs and ham.