Monday, December 4, 2017

New Lovecraft Volumes


Four more volumes in PS Publishing's LOVECRAFT ILLUSTRATED series completes the publication of HPL's stories, major and minor, that were publish'd under ye Lovecraft byline. An additional volume is forthcoming of Lovecraft's revisions and collaborations (for which I have penned a new essay). Unlike some of the past volumes, these volumes do not include stories by other authors that are link'd to Lovecraft's oeuvre, nor do they include essays concerning ye tales presented herein. Each volume has a new Introduction written especially for it by S. T. Joshi. Pete Von Sholly has selected all contents and contributed all artwork. 

THE FESTIVAL AND OTHER ABNORMALITIES
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
"The Rats in the Walls"
The Statement of Randolph Carter
The Unnamable
The Silver Key
Through the Gates of the Silver Key (with E. Hoffmann Price)
The Hound
The Festival
The Nameless City
The Rats in the Walls


DAGON AND DIVERSE MONSTROSITIES
"The Shunned House"
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
Dagon
The Terrible Old Man
Facts concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family
The Picture in the House
The Outsider
The Music of Erich Zann
The Shunned House

THE OTHER GODS AND VARIOUS ETHEREAL EFFUSIONS
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
"The Temple"
The Tomb
Polaris
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
The White Ship
The Doom That Came to Sarnath
The Tree
The Cats of Ulthar
The Temple
Celephais
The Quest of Iranon
The Moon-Bog
The Other Gods
Hypnos
The Strange High House in the Mist

HERBERT WEST--REANIMATOR AND KINDRED NIGHT SPAWN
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
"Under the Pyramids"
From Beyond
Herbert West--Reanimator
The Lurking Fear
Under the Pyramids
The Horror at Red Hook
In the Vault
Pickman's Model
In the Walls of Eryx

A Dream That Stays A Dream

It has become pretty clear by now that my dream of writing a book of tales inspir'd by the weird fantasies of Clark Ashton Smith ain't gonna happen. It's not a problem of inspiration, really, but of lost of interest. I just can't be bother'd. I have, over ye years, fear'd that my ability to write fiction was coming to an end; and although that has never actually been the case, it has now been quite a while since I've had any desire to work on something new. Without interest there can be no art. Writing, for me, has to be an experience of pleasure, of delight; & indeed there is nothing more wonderful than to be in that writing "zone" and get carry'd away by my Muse. I certainly have the time to write, because I am no longer employ'd and my time is entirely my own to do with as I wish. But all I wish to do these days is sit in my living room and read books and doze. Perhaps this comes from being 66 years of age and having less energy than ever before. I'm actually not too concern'd about ye whys or wherefores. My basic attitude toward life at this point is to just cherish the experience of existence as best I can and be thankful that I was lucky enough to have a family that supports me, parents that gave me the home in which I spent my happy youth and that now my sister lets me live in for ye rest of my days. 

I am, of course, excited to see my new forthcoming books, because being a writer is a thing that I cherish, and a huge part of the delight of that lifestyle is having a new book published, to be able to hold that actual book n my hand. There seems to be an idea that books are now a thing of the past and that to be an author is mainly a digital experience. I can't accept that idea, and if I thought it was true I would probably stop writing anything and just fade away. For me, to be an author is to have a book published, to have a copy that I can hold and additional copies that I can give as gifts to beloved chums. I promise you, on the day that I get my first copy of AN ECSTASY OF FEAR AND OTHER TALES from Centipede press, I will be holding ye book as I jump up and down screaming in delight. 

Be well, my sweets.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Sad Delay


From Leslie Klinger: "...I'm sad to announce that Liveright Publishing/W. W. Norton has delayed publication of my New Annotated H. P. Lovecraft: Beyond the Mythos to Summer 2019. This is partly due to other books in their pipeline and partly because my New Annotated Franksenstein (that they so beautifully published) will still be very much in the public eye during the 2018 bicentennial year. While this delay gives me an opportunity to add some additional great photos to the Lovecraft book (supplied by the tireless Donovan K. Loucks), I had hoped it would be out in late 2018."

This is really frustrating news, because this is the ONE book that I am delirious to devour. The first volume is a tome to which I return constantly, one that has enhanced (unexpectedly) my admiration for H. P. Lovecraft's work and genius. That first volume has never ceas'd to bewitch me. 
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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

in paperback

Black Wings of Cthulhu 5, ye trade pb edition of S. T. Joshi's Black Wings V, is now available from Titan Books for $14.95. This is my all-time favourite series of Lovecraftian/Cthulhu Mythos fiction and one that I am extraordinarily proud to be involv'd with. It's fascinating to see how several different writers, many of whom are not associated with ye writing of weird fiction inspr'd by H. P. Lovecraft, approach this eldritch genre. The paperback series changes the title of the books because Titan seem to have a theory that the word "Cthulhu" helps to move volumes out of ye bookstores and Amazon vaults. I have no idea if this is actually so, & the use of the name in the title is actually an error--because the point of this series is that these are not your typical Cthulhu Mythos stories (and this is emphasized in the sub-title: Twenty New Tales of Lovecraftian Horror). 

Ye Contents:
Introduction, by S. T. Joshi
Plenty of Irem, by Jonathan Thomas
Diary of a Sane Man, by Nicole Cushing
The Woman in the Attic, by Robert H. Waugh
Far from Any Shore, by Caitlin R. Kiernan
In Blackness Etched, My Name, by W. H. Pugmire
Snakeladder, by Cody Goodfellow
The Walker in the Night, by Jason C. Eckhardt
In Bloom, by Lynne Jamneck
The Black Abbess, by John Reppion
The Quest, by Mollie L. Burleson
A Question of Blood, by David Hambling
Red Walls, by Mark Howard-Jones
The Organ of Chaos, by Donald Tyson
Seed of the Gods, by Donald R. Burleson
Fire Breeders, by Sunni K Brock
Casting Fractals, by Sam Gafford
The Red Witch of Chorazin, by Darrell Schweitzer
The Oldies, by Nancy Kilpatrick
Voodoo, by Stephen Woodworth
Lore, by Wade German



Friday, November 24, 2017

another signing & new pets

It's that time again--another signing of signature sheets at S. T.'s house. I hate signings, sorta, because I am so slow compar'd to everyone else. I mean, you shou'd see how quickly S. T. signs a stack of sheets--it's almoft inhuman. And then they all have to sit around and wait for me, ye slow-poke. If I try to speed up, my signature becomes an unruly mess. It's always fun to hang out with these guys, but I'll be glad when ye signing is over. Ye signature sheets are for Black Wings VI--I think...there have now been so many volumes in ye series I've loft count...

Although I don't really mind, I'm always getting "stuck" with animals.My oldest cat, China, was my neighbor's cat when I lived in an apartment. The neighbor had a dog that used to always mess with the cat, and so China began to come into my place through the back bathroom window, which I always kept open so that my own cat could go outside. I moved in with my mother when her disabilities made it impossible for her to live alone, and so eventually China came here as well. Then my room mate got tired of his dog, Lucia, and so he gave her to me. Then a wild outdoor cat on my sister's property had kittens, so I adopted two of them. Now my sister is suffering from health issues and needs to go into a rest home or some such place, and so I am getting the other cat and her big black dog, Thane. So--seven cats and two dogs is gonna be one loaded household. A friend has offer'd to find my sister's cat a home, but I kinda want the wee beast here with her brother and sister. 

Not much else going on. Still unable to concentrate on new writing==sigh...



with Joe Pulver and Laird Barron at MythosCon


Saturday, November 18, 2017

NEW H. P. LOVECRAFT MANUSCRIPT DISCOVER'D!!!



Here is a very old video that shews how excited an H. P. Lovecraft fanboy can get over ye news of a newly-discover'd bit of Lovecraftiana. Ye video ends with a reading of one of my Sesqua Valley sonnets. & since I am digging around in me old catalog of videos, I will also share one devoted to my favourite among Lovecraft's invented daemons.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

An Itching for Quinn

Strangely, and against better judgment, I find myself tempted to order the first two of five propos'd hardcover volumes of ye supernatural tales of Seabury Quinn from publisher Night Shade Books. I read, aeons ago, all of Quinn's Jules de Grandin stories when Robert Weinberg publish'd yem in wonderful mass pb editions in ye mid-1970's. Many of ye tales made me sneer because, oh man, they were so pulp. Reading them was similar to watching the tv series Buffy the Vampire Slayer--every week there is a "new" monster that just happens to appear in the young woman's home town. And yet--silly as the stories seemed to be as I recall them--I really enjoy'd reading them; & glancing over ye few reviews on Amazon, I see that others really enjoy'd reading the stories as well. Yes, I am going to purchase ye first of the two publish'd volumes, and then next month I'll buy ye second volume. It has been a creative itch of mine, for years, to write my own series of occult detective tales--and I partially did so, in collaboration with Jeffrey Thomas, when he and I invented our character Enoch Coffin. I still feel a wee itch to invent a new character in this tradition. Mine wou'd be a male ghost detective, but he wou'd have an elderly woman as his "Watson" who wou'd accompany him in his investigations and provide various clues that had eluded him. But this is such a mild itch that I doubt I will actually pen such a book. Rather, I think I'll just wait for my Quinn book to arrive and then enjoy such stories by a master of ye form. 




Monday, November 13, 2017

ye storm is brewin'...


Aye, there is a wind storm due later to-day, & I am looking forward to it. We lost power for a wee while last night, but I have a battery-operated lantern--and, I love ye darkness (except when I'm into a really swell book). When the lights are out, I find that it triggers my ability to listen--I hear the storm's approach and effect, the moaning of wind within ye chimney, the soft tapping of outside windsocks pushed against ye window pane. There seems to be a link between my love of storms and my fondness for writing weird fiction--the emotions of both experiences are similar, as is the way they make my imagination work.
      My current reading programme is devoted to ye William Monk novels of Anne Perry. I adore British mysteries above all other entertainment, and a stormy night is the perfect time to get lost in a tale of sinister Victorian intrigue. I dislike moft American mystery series (the few I have try'd) with ye exception of the brilliant Nero Wolfe novels of Rex Stout. I have three William Monk novels on order at Amazon (where at times ye hardcover editions sell for a less expensive price than ye paperbacks). My fondness for the Victorian period comes, I think, from my adoration of Oscar Wilde and Henry James, and for ye stories of Sherlock Holmes. The one modern detective series to which I am absolutely devoted is the work of P. D. James.
     I began my love of murder mysteries with books, but my admiration for ye form was heighten'd by the British telly series, MYSTERY, on PBS. I love to listen to the variety of British accents--indeed, I think I wou'd be much happier living in England than here in ye USA. Since that cannot be, and since I am trapped in this wretched modern era, I turn to books for an escape--and ye finest from from modernity is found within ye pages of an enthralling Victorian tale.
But I can write no more--ye sounds of storm increase, nature is wind-tossed and may soon be rain-drench'd. I must turn off this contraption, this humming computer, sink into my old armchair, and place myself within ye world of William Monk, Victoprian detective supreme.