Gone to print!
I’ll be reading from American Monster at Stories Books in Echo Park on Feb 24, with a dauntin line-up that includes Ben Loory and John Skip. And then, as part of AWP, at Left Bank Books on March 1.
Details and links to follow.
As far as reality goes, the Novella is digging its spiky heels in as I near the end. Sorry, honey, you got the heels, I got the paddle and if you don’t get on with ending your sorry ass, I’m gonna spank it!
And so the countdown begins. In just over a week, I’ll be heading to my second hometown, to read along with fellow contributors, Zack Wentz, Heather Fowler and others, from States of Terror: Vol 2. I snagged a local monster for my story, you could call him a history monster, stubborn as hell and old…
Been so long,I’ve forgotten. For all I know it could be empty. #irony #awkward Oh wait. Here are some pictures from World Fantasy Con in San Antonio, way back in October/November 2017. And if you want to see more, I wrote about it over at LitReactor.
Of Drama Queens and Red balloons, or: When is Ripe Rotten? My latest Nervous Breakdown here: http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/jbreukelaar/2011/07/of-drama-queens/ PLUS, a new Zombie piece, Z-Day, coming out at Opium. Reading Seb Doubinsky’s poetry collection, The Little Things that Break, so watch this space for my Holy Shit! comments. Seb’s astonishing triptych, Babylon Trilogy, has just been picked…
A nice mention from the new publisher in this interview, very excited to be a part of such positive energy and with such a cool lineup—Seb Doubinsky, Keith Rosson.
Another illustration from Der Orchareengarten by the great Alfred Kubin, who wrote the surrealist novel, The Other Side (Die Andere Seite) in 1908, which he also illustrated (below) adapting some of the drawings he’d prepared for Gustav Meyrink’s Der Golem when Meyrink hit a snag. Kind of like when the money for the Halo movie…
Here is a new piece I wrote on my experiences at the Tin House Summer Writers Workshop. “The place was crawling with babeness. I mean aside from the instructors—I’m talking Aimee Bender here, people. Antonya Nelson. But the delegates glowed too. The little memoir-writer in his white golf hat, and the tight, brittle New York…
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