From Day One, this week has gone from crawling-through-glass futility to swinging-from-the-chandelier joy—and hoping the chandelier doesn’t crash down and become another hazardous shatter. I’ll save you some Sunday time by simply listing the Good News. Thanks to editors Randy Chandler and Cheryl Mullenax, my short story “Out Hunting for Teeth” made the cut for […]Read more "Comet Press Selects my “Out Hunting for Teeth” in YEAR’S BEST HARDCORE HORROR: VOLUME 2 . . . & other news"
Ellen Datlow, editor Night Shade Books June 7, 2016 Reviewed by William Grabowski Ellen Datlow is one of the hardest-working, iconic figures in Horror, Dark Fantasy, and elsewhere. When she speaks well of a certain author, I—by default—make a point to seek out writing by that person. Datlow won, on August 20, a Hugo Award […]Read more "The Best Horror of the Year: Volume Eight"
I Am Providence Nick Mamatas Night Shade Books August 9, 2016 Reviewed by William Grabowski In the wake of the November 2015 decision to retire the likeness of H.P. Lovecraft from its 40-year tenure atop the World Fantasy Award, Nick Mamatas’s latest novel looms over the cultural mulch like a punchy stand-up comic. Those seated […]Read more "I Am Providence by Nick Mamatas"
Cool air ghosted over Martin’s burning face, carried rotten notes of mold, corrosion, and deeper decay of some animal matter. “Welcome home,” he said. At that moment, a gray form rose from the distant tree-line. Martin froze. He ought to be down in the quiet dark—not standing here paralyzed with dread. Jesus Christ . . […]Read more "Metanoia: Report on Probability #3.1 (reclusion)"
The Incantations of Daniel Johnston A Graphic Novel by Ricardo Cavolo Written by Scott McClanahan Two Dollar Radio July 5, 2016 A Trade Paperback Original: $16.99 U.S. Reviewed by William Grabowski Though I can’t recall what came first—reading about Scott McClanahan, or reading one of his books—I can without hesitation say the emotional resonance induced […]Read more "The Incantations of Daniel Johnston"
Before the country went dark, skies humming that mournful dirge for which no source could be found, Martin packed a few supplies, bugged out of his depopulated apartment building and footed it to Nike Site Road. No bombs had flashed, incinerated cities into howling whirlpools of black ash . . . but whoever had burst […]Read more "Metanoia: Report on Probability #3"
Lada Terra/Venus/T+1.327 Deren stood watching the east horizon’s dirty yellow smudge, lightning popping inside clouds of sulfur like neurons in some titanic mind. Forcing himself to the west viewport, he gazed across fewer than a hundred meters of cracked gray slate, where loomed Venera 24, a metallic abstract simultaneously broiled, dissolved, and squashed—even three […]Read more "Metanoia: Report on Probability #2"