Werewolves Out in the World, Part XX
Twenty, man, wow. Thought this was a werewolf novel, but I think the book itself is a zombie: it keeps on going. Well, guess zombies don’t have the complete market on that:
But that really belongs on the It Came from Del Rio page.
This page? It’s all werewolves all the time:
And let’s start with a droog from the wayback—Dan’s from The Velvet days, if any of y’all remember them:
Whereas Betsy, she’s from this year’s Clarion West (and Indra’s from ’12):
Also, I think #SundayMorning should really be a Kris and Johnny thing (“#KrisCash”?). And also a werewolf thing:
How you know Jesse’s both a good writer AND a true fan of BOC? It’s the umlaut. That takes some wizardry I can’t even guess at. Also? You should all be reading Jesse.
Had to page back, as I remember this image, couldn’t figure why it was showing up again, but: same image, different words. Thank you, Betty. And aloha back:
Also thank you Mauveandrosysky.
And, man, really? How can anyone follow Laird Barron and hope to come off even halfway decent?
I do dig the Warhol’d up image, though.
If y’all don’t know this song/video, you definitely should. Some quality stuff. And, if I recall correctly, possibly NSFW? Then again, I don’t know where you work:
Such a cool list for the yellow book to have made. Also? There was actually a werewolf novel on here I HADN’T read (but now own—thank you, BookRiot).
Too, down along in that list, Mongrels gets paired up again with its summer running-buddy HEX:
Also, that list? It’s got Relic on it. RELIC! I’ve read that book to pieces, man. Seriously, I don’t know if novels get any better than Relic. Relic Relic Relic. Relic changed me. Here‘s that list.
And, talking signings: I sometimes even do them on the sly:
David Pomerico, speaking the truth. Dude’s an oracle, a font of wisdom and good advice. We should all follow his teachings:
[ click here for all the stuff on that story ]
Still on the shelf this long after early May? Very cool. And, very good company. And, those other dudes with the blue names: I’ve read all of those books already, and very much recommend them:
Thank you, Grace—also, I wish the necklace I had for this wasn’t in a baggie for the last few months, awaiting repair. Really? That’s where all of my necklaces are. I love necklaces, but I completely suck at not breaking them:
Just for the record, this pic’s a bit staged. I actually don’t sit around casually perusing magazines I’m on the cover of, then happen to look up into a surprise camera. But I do keep human organ donor bags in immediate reach. And it looks like I had a Demon Theory out mongst the Mongrels for who knows what reason that day:
And sometimes when I’m out of town—this is Big Sky, Montana—me and the yellow book find it more classy to go B&W for a few pages. You can’t see it, but I bring a suitcase-peacock with me to these events. Not because it’s a peacock, but because it’s the only sax player I know who’ll both fit in carryon and play way off in the distance whilst I read:
[ that’s Susan Bernardin interviewing me — or, about to ]
And, hey: didn’t somebody back in the first or second of these digests also go all growly on Mongrels? I think so. Very cool. Thank you, Justine:
I should buy a strawberry wine cooler, peel the label, and carry it around in my reading copy of Mongrels, yes?
Too cool. Thanks. Have book, will travel. Hope it was a good flight:
Hey, if I ever write the slightly-authorized backstory of Mongrels, or do a commentary track on some book-DVD of it, I should call it “Teeth and All.” It’d be like “Beware the Moon” for An American Werewolf in London:
Dude: I’m in a stack with BEE? See y’all. I’m retiring, now, as of this:
You can’t see all the people down in the well (this is Jaipur Literary Festival), close to us. Also? We’re not really twenty-four feet tall. I had no idea we were on jumbotron. I’d have been less concerned about this crazy red thread wrapped twice around my boot and somehow on my pantsleg and just generally being very distracting:
[ Sarah Crichton to my right, modding, and Laura Pritchett and Dominic Smith on the other side ]
That last Montana pic was B&W. We were up at 10,000 feet. Color doesn’t even go that high, far as I know. This, though? It’s down in Missoula the next night, or the next-next night. And, if it looks like I’m wearing the same shirt from that jumbotron pic? Nope. Well, yep. But, I have two of those shirts. When you really like something, you can just buy it twice, I’ve found. Makes life (and laundry) much simpler:
And, this seems a fitting wrap-up image for magic installment number two-zero—me, signing everything on the table as I’m having to leave before my allotted time’s even up, so as to catch a plane, be in another venue with Mongrels and Mongrels readers and people who are about to be reading Mongrels. Hopefully it never ends: