PRISMS and BLACK STATIC

I’m delighted to be able to announce that the anthology Prisms, edited by Darren Speegle and Michael Bailey, is now available for pre-order from PS Publishing. This anthology got pushed back a few years, so my story “Encore For an Empty Sky”–a rare jaunt by me into science fiction–has been waiting for a while to see the light of day. That fine cover is by British Fantasy Award-winning artist Ben Baldwin.

As you can see, the lineup is wonderful:

  • WE COME IN THREES – B.E. Scully 
  • ENCORE FOR AN EMPTY SKY – Lynda Rucker
  • THE GIRL WITH BLACK FINGERS – Roberta Lannes
  • THE SHIMMERING WALL – Brian Evenson
  • IN THIS, THERE IS NO STING – Kristi DeMeester
  • THE BIRTH OF VENUS – Ian Watson
  • FIFTY SUPER-SAD MAD DOG SUI-HOMICIDAL SELF-SIBS, ALL IN A LEAKY TIN CAN HEAD – Paul Di Filippo
  • RIVERGRACE – E. Catherine Tobler
  • SAUDADE – Richard Thomas
  • THERE IS NOTHING LOST – Erinn L Kemper
  • THIS HEIGHT AND FIERY SPEED – A.C. Wise
  • THE MOTEL BUSINESS – Michael Marshall Smith
  • EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL IS ALSO A LIE – Damien Angelica Walters
  • THE GEARBOX – Paul Meloy
  • DISTRICT TO CERVIX: THE TIME BEFORE WE WERE BORN – Tlotlo Tsamaase
  • HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW – Chaz Brenchley
  • THE SECRETS OF MY PRISON HOUSE – J. Lincoln Fenn
  • A LUTA CONTINUA – Nadia Bulkin
  • I SHALL BUT LOVE THEE BETTER – Scott Edelman

In other news, that stalwart of British horror, Black Static, is coming to an end. My last column, “Notes From the Borderland,” was in the November/December issue, and editor Andy Cox will be switching to a digest format for a little while as he winds everything down. Black Static, its forerunner The Third Alternative, and TTA Press mean more to me than I can really properly say here. Andy plucked me out of the slush and published my first story after I’d spent years beating my head against a solid wall of rejection. He bought six of my first eight published stories. If you like my writing–well, if not for Andy Cox, you probably wouldn’t be reading it. So pop over to the page and pick up a copy of Black Static while you still can. In the meantime, I suppose I will have to find another outlet for my blatherings on all things horror and then some.

Crooked Houses: Second Printing

Last year, one of my favorite presses for weird and strange literature, Egaeus Press, published a book of haunted house stories, Crooked Houses, that included my story “Miasmata.” But the print run sold out within a week, so if you didn’t act fast, it was gone! Now I’m happy to be able to announce that there is a second printing and you can order now–but act fast again, because with just 250 copies, this one will go fast too!

Crooked Houses includes stories by Steve Duffy, Helen Grant, Mark Valentine, Reggie Oliver, David Surface, Richard Gavin, Rebecca Lloyd, Carly Holmes and many others:

YOUR HOUSE, ANY HOUSE. THAT HOUSE. — Rebecca Kuder
THE SULLIED PANE — Richard Gavin
THE SHEPHERD’S HOUSE — Colin Insole
THE WEST WINDOW — Helen Grant
THE PSYCHOMANTEUM — Steve Duffy
THE CRUMBLIES — Reggie Oliver
THE DEVIL WILL BE AT THE DOOR — David Surface
THE HOUSE OF THE MERE — John Gale
FAIREST OF THEM ALL — Albert Power
MIASMATA — Lynda E. Rucker
THE READERS OF THE SANDS — Mark Valentine
DOLL’S HOUSE — Carly Holmes
AT LOTHESLEY, MONTGOMERYSHIRE, 1910 — James Doig
IN CROMER ROAD — Rebecca Lloyd
HOUSE OF SAND — Katherine Haynes
MYTHOLOGY — Jane Jakeman
THE PINER HOUSE — Timothy Granville

Happy New Year

News and such coming soon, but for now I just wanted to share this poem that I just ran across, “Lochan” by Kathleen Jamie, which speaks to how I am feeling these days and perhaps how you are too.

Maybe in 2021 I will start to write poems again (which would be for the first time in 15? 20? more? years).

I want to say “Here’s to a better year than 2020,” and yet I can’t help thinking there’s no way to express that that doesn’t sound like a curse.

Black Static #77 is out

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The new Black Static is out! Issue #77 contains my column “Notes From the Borderland,” this time focusing on Christmas ghost stories.

There is fiction by Philip Fracassi, Steve Rasnic Tem, Françoise Harvey, David Martin, Shannon K. Gaerity, and Eric Schaller. Cover art is Ben Baldwin; Joachim Luetke also illustrates a story. Other columns are by Ralph Robert Moore, Gary Couzens and David Surface and there are a whole load of book reviews by various reviewers as well.

As ever, if you like dark fiction, you should purchase the issue or subscribe. Black Static continues to be not just as absolute stalwart of the small press but a real haven for the literary dark story that just doesn’t quite fit anywhere else. Long may it last!

British Fantasy Award nomination

I am surprised and pleased to announce that I have been nominated for a British Fantasy Award in the nonfiction category for the column I write for Black Static, “Notes from the Borderland.” This is only the second award nomination for my writing I’ve ever received–in 2016 I was nominated for and won the 2015 Shirley Jackson Award for Best Short Story with “The Dying Season“–so as you can imagine, this is very exciting for me!

The full short list is available here, and it’s wonderful to see so many friends nominated in various categories (including my fellow former Black Static columnist Stephen Volk for his collection of columns). I’m so grateful to the members of the British Fantasy Society for the nomination. Thanks, people who nominated me, and congratulations to my fellow nominees!

My weird dark shadow and a new short story

A couple of weeks ago, I participated in an author’s panel on Zoom moderated by Kate Jonez of the publishing company Omnium Gatherum. Unlike many people, I have been slow to warm up to Zoom in These Pandemic Times, but I really enjoyed chatting with my fellow authors Simon Bestwick, Tom Johnstone, and Mark Kirkbride. I am a weird dark shadow because of (redacted for boring) issues getting up and running and didn’t set my lighting properly! The panel was partly to celebrate the release of novellas by Johnstone and Kirkbride, Star Spangled Knuckle Duster and The Plot Against Heaven respectively, but our conversation was wide-ranging. I actually found it a bit difficult to do a panel without an audience–there’s no sense of whether you’re going on too short or too long, whether or not you’re engaging people!

All of us on the panel are Omnium Gatherum alumni in one way or another. A few years ago, Omnium Gatherum published Simon Bestwick’s novella Angels of the Silences (see my blurb at the link!) and a story by me, “The Receiver of Tales,” appeared in the Omnium Gatherum anthology Little Visible Delight in 2013 (later reprinted in my short story collection You’ll Know When You Get There).

Sisterhood Twitter

Speaking of short stories, my story “The Anchoress” will appear in a forthcoming anthology from Chaosium, Sisterhood: Dark Tales and Secret Mysteries. This features an exciting lineup that includes Alison Littlewood, Lisa Morton, Kaaron Warren, S.P. Miskowski, Livia Llewellyn, Nadia Bulkin, Gemma Files, Damien Angelica Walters and many more.

Black Static #76 out now

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Just a quick note to say that Black Static #76, the September/October issue, is out now, and includes my column “Notes From the Borderland.” It’s a bit of an odd one as I wrote it in the late spring for the summer issue but that issue got pushed ahead and it is very much about where the world was at the time it was written. I could have done something different for this issue or revised it, but, well, I rather liked it. However, I shall be back on track seasonally speaking with the next issue!

This one also contains fiction from Rhonda Pressley Veit, Lucie McKnight Hardy (whose much-anticipated-by-me book Water Shall Refuse Them is teetering near the top of my to-read pile) (yes I know it came out a year ago, it’s a big pile), Abi Hynes, Tim Cooke, and Stephen Hargadon along with reviews by Gary Couzens, Ralph Robert Moore’s column, and many book reviews. The fabulous cover art is by Richard Wagner, and illustrations inside the magazine are by Wagner, Ben Baldwin, and Vincent Sammy.

Subscribe to Black Static if you love dark fiction! And if that’s not your thing, check out the science fiction in Interzone or the crime fiction in Crimewave.

Film and horror nerd alert: Miskatonic goes online

Have you ever looked over the lecture offerings at The Miskatonic Institute of Horror Studies in LA, New York, or London and thought, “Damn, I wish I could go to that!” Conversely, are you going “Wait isn’t Miskatonic a fictional university from the stories of H.P. Lovecraft?” or “What the hell is she on about anyway?”

Well, if you like it when smart people say intellectual things about horror, you might like the lectures that Miskatonic hosts–and while the benefits of COVID have been well, pretty much nil, HERE IS ONE, sort of. I still much prefer things that happen in person, but it’s also cool that the lecture series is going online for the fall semester, and you can sign up for a pass for one city, all cities, or just buy by the lecture (£8 for London lectures and $10 for New York and LA lectures). I’m ridiculously excited that the terrible movie I love beyond all decency, The Dunwich Horror, will be part of a discussion on psychedelic horror, but there are also lectures on Misty and other girls’ British gothic comics, a class on the giallo, one on horror and WWI, the Spanish horror industry against the backdrop of 20th century Spanish politics–in particular the Spanish Civil War–and more. Hurry to get the all cities pass, which is only available for a few days! (Note that this time limit is only for the global pass. You can wait to buy the other tickets although obviously if you want a full pass to a single city’s program, you should buy it before the first class.)

PAY CAREFUL ATTENTION TO TIME AND TIME ZONES. Times listed are local to location, whether London, LA, or NYC.

CROOKED HOUSES featured in RUE MORGUE magazine

I’m delighted to report that the Sept/Oct edition of the magazine Rue Morgue (on newsstands September 1) features an article on the anthology Crooked Houses by Dejan Ognjanovic. It’s a terrific little piece that includes remarks from editor Mark Beech and writer Reggie Oliver as well as writer Steve Duffy and me talking about the origins of our stories. Subscribe or buy a copy and support the existence of the all-too-rare print horror journal! (Or, you can get a digital edition if you prefer.)

Crooked Houses has, alas, sold out quickly! However, the editor has said there may be a reprint if interest is shown. So if you missed picking up your copy and have taken to rending your garments and gnashing your teeth as a result of your tardiness, drop a line to egaeuspress@gmail.com and let them know.

mid-August watching roundup: the 1970s, mostly

I love 1970s American cinema, and lately I’ve been filling in some of the gaps in my viewing. Some things I’ve enjoyed watching so far in August:

The first film I watched this month was the 1978 Paul Schrader-directed and co-written Blue Collar. This movie about three Detroit auto workers who decide to rob their union and get a lot less money and a lot more trouble than they bargained for stars Harvey Keitel, Richard Pryor, and Yaphet Kotto (you may be most familiar with him from Aliens) and is really terrific. I love Schrader’s work, and this one ranges in tone from comedic to nihilistic bleakness–although one of the bleakest things about it is how little things have fundamentally changed as far as the film’s central message goes (I think I would argue in fact that power structures have in the decades since even more effectively turned us against one another). Apparently the shoot was a really troubled one, but it doesn’t show in the final film at all. Recommended if you love gritty 70s cinema as much as I do.

My 1970s cinema kick continued with Charley Varrick, a Don Siegel film starring the ever-reliable Joe Don Baker as a stone-cold killer/assassin/private eye named Molly (do not make fun of his name) and Walter Mathau as a cropduster-turned-bank-robber in the type of role that you probably do not think of Walter Mathau as playing. Andrew Robinson of Hellraiser and Dirty Harry fame is here as well and it is absolutely full of twists and turns, plus the revelation that breaking into a woman’s house is absolutely the way into her bed shortly after (twice!) Guys, when we tell you the seventies were a different time, we’re not kidding. Anyway, this was really a lot of fun, much less realistic than Blue Collar (but still in the gritty 70s vein so if your idea of “fun” is, like, The Goonies, probably not for you).

Speaking of women inexplicably hopping into bed with men, I also watched the excellent Straight Time with Dustin Hoffman, based on the book by ex-con-turned-writer Edward Bunker, who also makes an appearance in the film. This time it’s the lovely Theresa Russell who is curiously drawn to Hoffman’s ex-con character (although thinly sketched as she is, I can at least make a stab at why in this case: she’s clearly a nice middle-class girl in a boring dead-end job who’s never brushed up against this kind of thing before and is intrigued by it). Hoffman is just terrific in this ostensible crime thriller that’s really a character piece, as his nature is slowly revealed over the course of the film. You also get to see a lot of a young Gary Busey and the wonderful, irreplaceable Harry Dean Stanton.

Back to Don Siegel: I also rewatched the weird, gothic The Beguiled–the 1973 Clint Eastwood one, not the Sofia Coppola remake, which I have yet to see. I say “rewatch” but I actually have not seen this film since I was a kid and it was shown on TV one night. It made such an impression on me–I was really surprised at how much of it I remembered when half the time I can barely remember the details of movies I saw a few years or even a few months ago. It’s still disturbing and overheated and terrific. One of these days I’ll get around to Coppola’s version.

Over on Shudder, filmmaker Rob Savage proves that it actually is possible to make a decent lockdown movie with Host, filmed entirely on Zoom from the actors’ homes. It’s not really doing anything especially new, deliberately hearkening to other films (both found-footage and not), but I enjoyed it a great deal. Well-acted and with much of its dialogue effectively improvised, it’s at its scariest, I think, when the horrors are more subtle, with some genuinely creepy moments there, but it doesn’t shy away when it goes full on with stunt work, special effects and the whole shebang if that’s your thing. I’m delighted that the lovely James Swanton gets a turn here doing what he does so well, being monster-y. James was in our horror play The Ghost Train Doesn’t Stop Here from several years ago. Aside from all that, it’s a really wonderful little time capsule of these weird days we’re living in now, suffused with the sense of isolation and uncertainty that the pandemic has caused. After–not before–you watch it, you might want to read this really spoilery interview with Savage by Rosie Fletcher over at Den of Geek to see how they pulled it off if you’re as interested as I was to know the logistics. It was all quite ingenious. I actually really want to watch this one again because I’m pretty sure I missed stuff the first time around.