Memorial Ride Sampler
Check it: cool little flip book PDF for Memorial Ride (also here). Coming at you live from UNM in the land of October: [3d-flip-book mode=”fullscreen” id=”17483″][/3d-flip-book]
Check it: cool little flip book PDF for Memorial Ride (also here). Coming at you live from UNM in the land of October: [3d-flip-book mode=”fullscreen” id=”17483″][/3d-flip-book]
Since I was updating everything else, I went ahead and stuffed what covers/links I could into the Anthologies-page here as well. That pages goes and goes and goes, man. I remember in grad school always being floored by how many stories Stephen Dixon had published—somewhere north of “300,” as I recall. I was at maybe
Man, where to start. How about with John Mellencamp: When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand “Rain on the Scarecrow” came out in 1985, the year Growing Up Dead in Texas happens. Or, that’s when the events happen. Right around that time I remember walking the fence with my
I tried so hard to make a YouTube playlist for Growing Up Dead in Texas. Songs that are in the book and songs that kind of encompass the book. But it wasn’t meant to be; the songs I needed can’t be included in playlists. So, in lieu, I’ll put them all here, in the order that
The Fast Red Road—A Plainsong is a gleeful, two-fisted plundering of the myth and pop- culture surrounding the American Indian. It is a novel fueled on pot fumes and blues, a surreal pseudo-Western, in which imitation is the sincerest form of subversion. Indians, cowboys, and outlaws are as changeable as their outfits; horses are traded
from the back of the book : These thirteen stories are our own lives, inside out. A boy’s summer romance doesn’t end in that good kind of heartbreak, but in blood. A girl on a fishing trip makes a friend in the woods who’s exactly what she needs, except then that friend follows her back
rigged this up in just under 14 days, I think, a while back. I’d just finished reading that graphic novel which I suddenly can’t get the full title of: Thirty Days of Night? vampires, Alaska. lots of brilliant writing. anyway, at the end of the trade pb–not even sure it ever came out single-issue–there’s a
On a sad note, SciFiction is a gone thing. Of course, wherever Ellen Datlow lands next will be the new hot spot for speculative stuff. Just hope the wait isn’t too long. My selfish reason for being sad, of course, is that I cut my teeth on OMNI’s fiction* back in the 80’s. Which is