Saturday, November 19, 2016

Shake Your Arm, Then Use Your Form

This post first appeared, in a slightly different form, in my e-newsletter I WAS BIGFOOT'S SHEMP which you can subscribe to in the sidebar of this blog.

This weekend I reached my goal of reading 50 books by authors of color, and/or authors in translation, in 2016.  Last year, my goal was to read 50 books by women.  I thought I would be a better writer and broaden my thinking in general if I took it on.  I'd like to think it helped.  It's funny, I decided to spend two years listening to other people besides white guys speaking English and perhaps the timing couldn't have been better.

My October offering in my secret book club is Fuminori Nakamura's THE KINGDOM.  Nakamura writes inky-black Tokyo noir that is not for all tastes, to say the least, but this tale of a woman working for rival crime gangs who tries to pit them against each other YOJIMBO-style is his most accessible novel to date that I've read; still full of creepy-crawliness.

I confirmed last night that on Wednesday, December 14, I will be screening a movie I wrote, and doing a Q&A, at the Chicago Horror Society (title TBA, but I hope it's SEX MACHINE, or JURASSIC PREY).  I was there in July supporting my pal Henrique Couto's screening of BABYSITTER MASSACRE (on a night off from the Blue Whiskey Film Festival) and got to meet a lot of the people involved which led to this very nice invite.  I had a memorable night there, in a rowdy crowd of Chicagoans baying for blood and cheering every on-screen murder, a scene which may have been misinterpreted by those outside the horror community's friendly embrace. 

Excited about this, and more info to come.

Sunday, November 06, 2016

Book(s) of the Dead

Bad news: the only new bookstore in town went under.  Good news:  on the last day, paperbacks were ten cents each.  Here is a sampling, prioritized from a cardboard box full.

Saturday, November 05, 2016

Postcards from Seattle

My wife went to Seattle for work and had to be busy, which gave me plenty of time to loaf around, drink lots of coffee, and visit some excellent bookstores and comic book stores; a blessing, as the cold and wet is even worse than you see in the movies.  Also saw Todd Rundgren at the airport; the college kids my wife was leading around had no idea who he was, but an "old guy."  So it goes.