Looks like I’m up in Massachusetts — that how you spell it? so much easier just to say “MA” — this February 7th, for a reading. More as, I don’t know, it stops being more than half a year away, I suppose.
- A friend lent me that Paris Review with the King interview that I was talking about last time, and, yep, it’s excellent. Too, a very cool JT Leroy interview in there as well. And some good poetry by a friend, John Poch.
- Just read that How to
then of course I’ll just nab these too, and be in business:
and, man, all the patches I need, I don’t have near enough jeans to take them all. and I’ve got just a lot of jeans.…
- No, please, no — my book would make a terrible movie.
- Actually, I never thought about if this book would outlive me or not.
- Well, I mean, that book’s obviously better than mine. That’s the only reason it’s on the best seller list.
- Of course I would only ever talk bad about a book I’ve read.
- Man, if the reader doesn’t get it, that’s just all my fault.
- Really, I think my publisher may have even spent too much on mar
The best place to hide from an axe-weilding maniac is with your back pressed up against a wooden door youâ€™re pretty sure is both solid and impenetrable. This is because that maniac whoâ€™s after you, his first strike with the axe will nearly always be from two to six inches from the left side of your face, thus allowing you both to know exactly where she or he is, and thus escape into the next room, and getting the maniacâ€™s axe caught in the door long enough for you to make that esca…
Looks like, in pre-celebration for TURISTAS1, Demon Theory pulled two reviews this week:
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, I remember telling somebody that it would only be complete when I knew that Gerald Vizenor had read it. And then, bam, it was suddenly complete before it was even publis…
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:
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 tentative to say, as it might lock me into it or something. Anyway, about it: the rule this time around’s that nobody can kill anybody, and there can be
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 me too, somehow. Like this, from A DIRTY JOB, which I just finished ten minutes ago:
- “Oh, goddamn,” said Minty Fresh (damn on the dow
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 to paper, only considered: getting to LOST via MILLENIUM via X-FILES or something — Terry O’Quinn seems to be in about everything I like. E…