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Saturday, October 8, 2016
Print Version of HWA Poetry Showcase Volume 1 Now Available
Friday, October 7, 2016
San Diego Horror Professionals Volume 1 Now Available
Grand Mal Press just released an awesome book today: Volume 1 of the San Diego Horror Professionals anthology. This features my short story "The New Music," as well as other dark tales by David Agranoff, Anthony Trevino, Ryan C. Thomas, Bryan Killian, and Robert Essig. It's up for grabs on Amazon right now for the low price of $7.99. Grab it for your significant other/sibling/child/aquatic pet/blow-up doll and give it as a Halloween gift this year. What, you say there's no such thing as Halloween gifts? Let's start this year. It is, after all, the only holiday that matters.
Here's the link:
https://www.amazon.com/San-Diego-Horror-Professionals-1/dp/1539354040/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1475888725&sr=8-1&keywords=san+diego+horror+professionals
UPDATE: There is now also an e-book version, which you can purchase here for 99 cents:
https://www.amazon.com/San-Diego-Horror-Professionals-Vol-ebook/dp/B01MCS4QGM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1476248126&sr=8-2&keywords=san+diego+horror+professionals
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Book Review: A Collapse of Horses by Brian Evenson
Just when I think I’ve already discovered every fantastic
writer I’m ever going to love, along comes someone like Brian Evenson. To be
fair, he’s been doing this whole writing thing for quite some time now, but his
work is new to me. Better late than never, because I’m hooked on this short
story collection and, like a freshly converted heroin addict, now I need more.
The easiest way to describe the stories in this book would
be “literary horror.” However, even that somewhat broad description seems
somewhat limiting for Evenson’s work. I hate to use the term “elevated genre,”
because that implies other contributions to the genre are less worthy (which
may be true in some cases, but ultimately this is not an opinion I stand
behind). However, if ever this term has been appropriate, it’s for a book like
this. These stories often go to some very dark places, but from a different
angle than the average writer might approach them. I can’t easily pinpoint what
makes them so horrific. Evenson feels no need to over-explain anything. The
worlds he creates are as they are. And what they are is some varying degree of
wrong. It’s that little bit of something “off” that sticks with me after
reading each story, leaving me wondering what might be flawed in our own world.
Well, what else might be flawed,
rather. It is as if the gruesomeness of our reality has been twisted
ever-so-slightly into the reality that Evenson envisions, so much so that the
lines between fact and fiction can become blurred if the reader allows such a
transgression. I don’t truly feel scared until after completing each story,
like having a nightmare that was quickly forgotten at daybreak, but then
remembered when alone in a public restroom located in a no-name town off a
deserted highway. How else can I describe my reaction to the final scene of
“Black Bark,” or the entirety of “Seaside Town”? All of the tales are filled
with despair, lost acuity, indecision, beautiful dark emptiness, or some
combination.
Evenson’s prose has a minimalist feel, but it is crafted in
a somewhat poetic manner that manages to avoid pretension (a difficult feat
that many so-called “literary” writers fail miserably at). Not a word wasted,
and his cadence and many of his chosen beats are stunning. I was often left
wondering what actually transpired, but I was completely content with that
because the subtleties are what make these stories so raw and unsettling.
Very rarely do I describe authors as “brilliant,” even those
whose work I adore dearly. However, I think Evenson might be worthy of such a
title. These are stories that should be remembered a hundred years from now,
required reading for anyone seeking the cream of the crop from this era of dark
fiction.
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