Stephen Graham Jones

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 for Trans-Ams, and men are as likely to strike poses from Gunsmoke as they are from Custer’s last stand. Pidgin, the half-blood pr…

I mean, Pablo D’Stair’s a-reading it, and writing about it for Sri Lanka, here.…

It’s probably just me, but I had the hardest time getting into Amelia Beamer’s The Loving Dead. As for why I picked it up in the first place? Aside from that it was definitely ‘zombie?’ AT WHC2011, John Skipp (on an excellent zombie panel) said it was the only zombie fiction he’d read recently that was legitimately bringing something new. So, I went home ready to buy it, but then of course already had it—I’d plucked it from a shelf going solely on the Christopher Moore blurb, which i…

Finally got on, today. This is me: http://gplus.to/sgj. Digging it so much more than Facebook, too. Once you wrap your head around ‘circles,’ it seems so intuitive, and you wonder why all social media hasn’t been this way. Granted, I suspect you can use Twitter’s lists like this, but nobody was. Also, it’s smart on Google’s part to not ‘brand’ a color. I mean, MySpace was blue, Facebook is kind of the same blue, and we assoc…

I think is my second with them? Though it feels like the third. Not sure. Anyway, click here
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I’m the guy right after Jack Ketchum, looks like. Click here to go there.…

In Kyle Reese’s bleak future there’s those Heinlein kind of bugs from space but no Ender to xenocide them away, and, I mean, they walk around in Robocop get-up already and look like Super 8 without it and act like first cousins to the aliens in Titan A.E., chasing a ragtag, Walking Dead band of survivors through an Octavia Butler trek of a story, where the family unit is, like Stitch says, little and broken, but still good. All of which is to say I dig it. More, please.

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Why I use my middle name? Aside from how classy it makes me sound? And aside from the fact that everywhere I go, there’s already six or ten Stephen Joneses at the hotel or in the directory or on the waiting list for a table? It’s mostly this guy, the first/real Stephen Jones, who, as bad luck would have it, was already somebody in the horror field by the time I started out:

I get a lot of his mail, yeah, and finally ran into him at WHC14, in Portland:

Also, I’m not this …

Oh, Doghouse, where have you been my whole life? I’m not saying I haven’t been into the other zombie comedies, the Shaun of the Deads, the Dead & Breakfasts, all the way back to Hysterical! and the splatter comedy Romero was kickstarting in Dawn of the Dead, and all the way up to Ahh!! Zombies! But Doghouse, it’s got the male-bonding (in stupidity) thing going on that Hot-Tub Time Machine had, that The Hangover was kind of predicated on, but it’s got the serious kind of gore we k…

Let the Right One In was a vampire novel we hadn’t seen before, almost like it was trying to be an antidote to things going on in the genre. Not so much a return to form, but a reboot. And then Handling the Undead gave us a completely different kind of zombie, one which is maybe better at expressing our current set of anxieties than the flesh-eating shufflers we’re used to. So of course I came to Harbour expecting more of the same from John Ajvide Lindqvist—which is to say my expectatio…