Archive for the ‘fiction’ Category

A Novel

January 21, 2013

I would like to point my readers’ attention to a blog — The Art of Life — featuring a wonderful serialized novel. You can find the first chapter, “Start with gratitude”, here. Set in a place that will probably be familiar to readers of this blog, it’s a fast-paced and sharply written mystery/thriller full of intrigue, murder, ghosts, environmentalism and art. In addition to being a brilliant writer and a totally amazing human, the author also happens to be my mother.

And yes, she’s looking for a publisher…

Financial Fictions?

June 23, 2012

Very interesting editorial in Bookforum about the appearance of money and class in contemporary fiction. Fascinating — a “wealth” of lit crit. and critique. Best line?:

“There might, however, be a decent conceptual fiction to be written under the title A History of My Student Loans.”

Makes me think I could write a novel after all!

By way of Arts & Letters Daily.

Notes Towards a Short Story Inspired by Lovecraft

May 6, 2012

Malevolent forms.

The dark ichor of shapeless shadows.

Fiendish pulsating polyps.

Mean beasts with myriad eyes and twisted, horn-like fangs. Hellspawn that befouled the earth before time itself.

Giddy with forbidden knowledge, of names too horrible to speak aloud, of dark designs and glyphs recalling rites of monstrous immoral bestial doom and the shapes of things best not know by men.

Venomous and dripping, possessed with a menacing hunger, these forms were carried by their mind-mad masters across the stars, from galaxies still unknown, to the caves beneath the still bubbling seas of eons past. And there they grew…

Beings of incomprehensible size and shape, unburdened by the known laws of life, the mere sight of which would surely guarantee instant and irreversible gibbering madness — insanity without cure.

Black Book of the Skull. Greek; only known surviving copy at Dwayne University in Amoston, Kansas. Latin; incomplete. English copy by Crowley published by Starry Wisdom press in the 1920s.

Black Tome of Alsophocus. Written by wizard Alsophocus of Erongill. Latin extant? Miskatonic.

Book of Iod. Discusses Iod, the Shining Hunter, Vervados, and a being, Zuchequon. Gnostic influence?

L’Histoire des Planetes. Tome written in 1792 by Laurent de Longnez. May be a translation of a 17th century work, Die Geschichte des Planeten by Eberhard Ketzer. Describes the cacophonous “music of the spheres”.

Necrolatry. “Worship of the Dead”. Book written by Ivor Gorstadt, published in 1702 in Leipzig. Extant copy at Miskatonic?

Glances could kill. Love was outlawed.

January 17, 2012

This, I feel, is the best of the six word stories from my now defunct blog. It’s also my response to the short story challenge presented by Aggie on Sithy Things. Hope it’s not too verbose…

New Blog!!

October 4, 2011

Trying out a new project: “Number Six in the United States”. A daily six word story blog based on my “experiences” as a new resident of the greatest country on earth, the United States of America (no hyperbole intended). Check it out! Links, comments and generous gifts of a promotional and encouraging nature gladly accepted…

The Novel

November 13, 2010

“The novel, which is a work of art, exists, not buy its resemblances to life, which are forced and material…but by its immeasurable difference from life…”

Robert Louis Stevenson quoted in Jean Baudrillard, The Perfect Crime, trans. Christ Turner (London: Verso, 2008 [1996]), 95.

Mars!

July 6, 2010

Mars! The frontier. Named for the ancient God of war, this ruddy gem has become a bastion of peace and prosperity. Early settlers have already terraformed small staked claims into breathtaking estates. Isn’t it time you got yours? It’s not too late…

Martian Ranches & Realty, Ltd.
Est. 2053

Orbit: Contact Incident 117

February 16, 2010

The sleeping trooper stirs,
a slow syrupy flow
through plastic tube,
awake.
Eyes adjust to harsh, cold, blue
light.
Skewed shadows invoke
foggy memories
of imagined fears.
The stark metal slab
beneath,
stiff stirring bones,
reminds,
yet does not comfort.
Lying among a company of companions,
anticipation lingers in stale air
as a rising mummer of quiet
voices
signals the end
of a long journey.
What lays ahead,
looms dauntingly.
On the sickly green orb
below,
ancient intelligence awakes,
and knows.


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