Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The Werewolf of Paris
Have you read The Werewolf of Paris by Guy Endore? First published in 1933, when he was as old as the century itself. A novel that is on a par with Frankenstein and Dracula. It was crucial to the writing of my own novel, The Nightwalker. I just recently delivered an Introduction for the new edition forthcoming from Centipede Press. Maybe it’s just me, but I have always found werewolves more interesting than vampires or zombies.
Rapture edition
My novel Rapture will be published in a deluxe limited edition by Centipede Press, which did a superb job with my novel The Nightwalker. The Rapture edition will be another fun volume, including artwork from the first paperback cover and the movie, as well as a selection of my theme-related short stories about deranged, damaged or psychic love — “The Last Crossing,” “The Goddess of Cruelty,” “Goo Girl” and “If You See Me, Say Hello,” as well as a couple of brand new ones, “For No One” and “Provincetown.”
“Nocturne”
I’m happy to report that my short story “Nocturne,” which appeared in my first collection, Ghost Music and Other Tales, will be reprinted twice this year. As I mentioned earlier here, it is included in The Big Book of Necon, forthcoming from Cemetery Dance and edited by Bob Booth, horror scholar par excellence and the maestro of Necon, the best horror convention ever, the Northeastern Writers Conference.
“Nocturne” will also appear in Fantastic Tales: American Stories of Terror and the Uncanny, edited by Peter Straub, to be published in September of this year by the Library of America.
Both of these anthologies promise to be prize-contenders well worth owning. I’m thrilled on both counts. This story seems to have some metal — it came out of nowhere and I have been trying to pursue the same vein of ore ever since, without very much success. Anyhow, both of the anthologies are well worth grabbing and keeping.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Ian McEwan profile
I was living in London when Ian McEwan’s first novel, The Cement Garden, was published in 1978, and I’ve been a strong admirer of his disturbing, sometimes horrific fiction ever since. His novels have grown richer and more finely drawn over the years, but there is a corrosive feeling of menace in everything he writes that is utterly addictive. He is one of my favorites, obviously, and I’m especially fond of The Comfort of Strangers, Atonement, Enduring Love and the short story collections In Between the Sheets and First Love, Last Rites. Here is a very good in-depth profile of McEwan, both the author and the private person, and it includes some very interesting comments from him about how he conceives a novel or a story and then goes about writing it.
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/02/23/090223fa_fact_zalewski?currentPage=all
