Michelle Garza reviews Aletheia for This is Horror.

There are monsters that dress in the skin of men, and hauntings that go beyond your average apparitions, alive and threatening. Women turn to lizards, dead dogs can see, and the things that drive men mad can step from their imaginations into broad daylight or slink around by the light of the moon just beyond the sight of their own eyes.

Heartfelt thanks to Michelle Garza for this dark love. Read more at This is Horror.

This is Horror – finally.

TIH 145 J.S. Breukelaar on Aletheia, Crystal Lake Publishing, and Teaching Creative Writing

 

So I’ve been a fan of this show for years – I even wrote about it at Volume 1: Brooklyn and now I’m on it. You want a show that covers craft, art, suffering, conferences, story, inspiration, desperation, awards, missing out on awards, revision, publishing, self-publishing—this is it. Stephen Graham Jones, Paul Tremblay, Angela Slatter, Jeremy Robert Johnson, Scott Nicolay—they’ve all had their two cents worth and this is mine, PART 1 and PART 2.

Thanks to Michael David Wilson and Bob Pastorella for having me.

 

 

I tell Nick Kaufman the scary bits

Author Nick Kaufman has me on his blog to talk about the scariest part of writing Aletheia.

It couldn’t end at that moment of total narrative collapse, but it was really difficult for me to see beneath its broken structure at that point. And there was another thing. It wasn’t just the story that had broken. It wasn’t just the characters who were looking at me in gobsmacked revulsion at what I’d done to their world. I was looking back at myself, and wondering what the story, as I’d told it, made me? I wanted to tell the characters that the story had broken my heart, too.

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Angela Slatter asks me about Aletheia, and I say….

 

Angela Slatter is the WFC award-winning author of The Girl with No Hands and Other Tales, Sourdough and Other Stories, The Bitterwood Bible and Other Recountings, Winter Children and Other Chilling Tales, A Feast of Sorrows: Stories and Black-Winged Angels, as well as Midnight and Moonshine and The Female Factory (both with Lisa L. Hannett). She has won a World Fantasy Award, a British Fantasy Award, a Ditmar, and five Aurealis Awards, as well as being a finalist for the Norma K. Hemming Award.

She dug Aletheia. She had me on her blog.

Aletheia: JS Breukelaar

ALETHEIA released, reviews coming in.

Last Friday was release day for Aletheia. Seemed like it would never happen and then when it did, it felt like I always mostly knew it would. I hugged a bunch of folks in the book’s acknowledgments page, people who made the book both necessary and possible either in terms of what they mean to me, or what they did to get the book into shape, and often both. Right off the bat now and always, there’s Matthew Bialer, best agent in the world, period, and also Joe Mynhardt from Crystal Lake Publishing, who took on this big project and kept it on track and who is yawping it from the rooftops with all the barbaric power of the independent publishing groundswell carrying so many of us hysterically uncategorizable authors into hearts and minds. And my family, John, Jack, Isabella and Troy—they also get to see their names twice. And they also know why.

And to get the ball rolling, here’s a review by WC Marchese, over at Unnerving Magazine

‘… like Sons of Anarchy mixed with a sprinkle of Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman’

I’ll take it!

Aletheia ARCs now available

The first review copies of my new novel Aletheia are available from Crystal Lake Publishing. Contact them, or me, if you’d like an advance read.

Here’s a taste:

Nose Island was a glacial booger sneezed up by Funes Lake, five miles to the north of town. Most people you asked swore that it had always been there—first an Iroquois graveyard, then a potters’ field, leprosarium, orphanage, or toxic dumping ground during the Eerie heyday—but how and when it came into the Zabriskie family no one exactly knew. Some said a poker game gone sour, others said a favor owed or interest paid on some unimaginable debt—there was even talk of a curse. Over time, subsidence and falling water levels created treacherous structural currents around most of its perimeter—the lake-effect weather that was a feature of the area, along with various other environmental anomalies meant the island itself was mostly invisible and all but inaccessible. Being private property, of course, no one had set foot on it for decades.
Or if they had, they couldn’t remember.