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.

 

 

Caught on the web

Submitting opportunity at Tor.:

The mighty Vincenzo Bilof on This Is Horror.

William Vandenburg’s Punctures at Pank

The human body is generous. The hole healed over. In our remaining months, he referred to it as a puncture.

I disagreed with him. I said that a puncture only goes in one side. A hole is all the way through.

Cath Murphy at LitReactor gets iconoclastic: Four Famous Authors Whose Prose was Crap

This is Horror interviews Stephen Graham Jones

I’ve been reading, and more recently teaching this writer for ever. Most recently I used this piece in, strangely, my novel class, mmmm. To be reminded that a novel is just, not just, but just up-sized, an expansion and contraction, or crystalline refraction of random human moments, countless, like this:

Truth is a Bearded Lady
by Stephen Graham Jones

My husband has two hearts. He told me. When he was a kid, sideshow people were always lurking around to kidnap him into the carnival. But he got away each time, just barely. If he hadn’t, we wouldn’t be together right now. But he only tells me about his second heart. His other wife thinks he’s like everybody else. She thinks he just has one heart, can just love one woman. I know the truth, though. He trusts me with all his secrets. If either of his hearts is bigger, then it’s the one he’s given me.