I don’t do Facebook. My wiseacre reason for not doing so is that lost friends from high school are lost for a reason and should remain that way. That’s not entirely a joke.
Six or so years ago, I had an account for about a week and quickly deleted it. It kept trying to put me in contact with people who didn’t even rise to the level of lost friends from high school. About a decade and a half ago, I made a joyful noise sang in the choir at the church I attended, which is on the other side of the state (TX) from where I live now. I was flooded with suggestions to send friend requests to a number of people I had known at that time. Several of them were children of a woman in the choir. I had almost no contact with them when they were kids, didn’t really know them then, and had had no interactions with them since I’d moved. I found the whole situation a bit creepy. Send friend requests to kids I barely knew a decade previously? No thanks.
I deleted the account. Someone later told me that Facebook made friend suggestions based on your email address. Made sense, I guess.
Since then, I’ve from time to time considered getting a new account, one attached to the email address associated with this blog. That email is primarily for writing and blogging activities, not personal things. James Reasoner told me at Armadillocon I’m the only one of the authors he’s published who doesn’t have a Facebook account. Then Charles Gramlich posted earlier today about his experience being off Facebook for a month. His point #8 was about missing calls for submissions from certain markets. That got my attention.
On the other hand, Adrian Simmons, the editor of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, once told me Facebook in some ways is like a nonstop online convention and can be a real time sink. I don’t need another distraction. I have Twitter for that.
So I’m going to throw the question out there. Should I get a Facebook account or not? Will the advantages out weigh the disadvantages? What do you guys think?
(i. to r.) Bill Crider, Joe Lansdale, Scott Cupp, William Browning Spencer on Telling Tall Tales
I’m somewhat tardy in getting this written, but I’ve been focusing on fiction writing this week. Last weekend I attended Armadillocon 39. It was something of a last minute decision. I had a choice, either go to Armadillocon or go to prison (cuz I was gonna go postal and kill somebody). As I have no aspirations to end up as some lifer’s wife, I chose the former rather than the latter.
The headliners (with one exception) weren’t a draw for me this year, although I did have a brief conversation with the GoH, Nisi Shawl. I found her to be a very nice lady, and I enjoyed my interaction with her. Otherwise I hung around with friends and went to some panels on writing. Continue reading →
…there was another birthday I wanted to mention. Francis Marion Crawford was born on this August 2, 1854 and died on April 9, 1909.
Crawford wrote in a number of genres, but he’s remembered today for two stories that are considered classics of the macabre.
“The Upper Berth” is a ghost story that can be found in many anthologies, while “For the Blood is the Life” is a vampire tale. Both are worth seeking out. It’s been a number of years since I read them, and a reread of both is overdue. Maybe this evening, after everyone has gone to bed and the lights grow dim…
Crawford only wrote one volume’s worth of weird fiction. The definitive edition is Uncanny Tales, edited by Richard Dalby and published by Tartarus Press.
I’m really not planning on making Adventures Fantastic a birthday tribute site, in spite of the number that have popped up lately. I’ve noticed the birthdays and have dashed the posts out over lunch or when I have a few minutes free. They’ve kept the blog fresh, but I am going to be doing some other posts soon.
Weird Tales editorial office, l. to r., unknown, Farnsworth Wright, Henry Kuttner, Robert Bloch
By the time of his death in 1940, Farnsworth Wright had become one of the most influential editors the field of the fantastic would ever see. Wright was born in 1888 on July, 29. I would argue his influence on science fiction, fantasy, and horror has been greater than any other editor, including John W. Campbell, Dorothy McIlwraith, Fred Pohl, Ray Palmer, or Hugo Gernsback.
Yes, I realize that last sentence could be controversial, especially the inclusion of Campbell and Gernsback. So be it. Farnsworth Wright edited Weird Tales during what is considered to be the magazine’s golden age. The authors he published have had a greater impact on the literature of the fantastic than those of any other editor at any time in history. Continue reading →
No, I said Gothic, not Goth. While I tend to wear a lot of black T-shirts, that really not my scene. I must admit, though, that the young lady in the picture I downloaded at random from the internet is quite fetching. Click to enlarge.
No, not those Goths, either, although they are much more my scene than the previous goth.
Read my lips. I said goth-ic. Goth. ic.
You know the novels from the late 1700s and early 1800s, not the romance subgenre popular in the 70s where every book cover had a beautiful young woman with great hair fleeing a creepy edifice in the background, usually one that had a single light in a tower window. I swear, when I was a kid, you couldn’t swing a cat without hitting one of those books. Uh,,,not I swung cats or anything.
What I’m talking about is a style of early novel filled with menace, usually something supernatural, and all kinds of trouble for the protagonists. They were the late Eighteenth Century version of pulps. Continue reading →
There are a number of writers and artists who share a birthday today, July 24. I’m going to focus on four of them, although there are others such as Alexandre Dumas, Barry Malzberg, Gordon Eklund, or Travis S. Taylor, whose work has either been significant to the field or work that I enjoy (or both).
I want to focus on these four because they’ve had a major impact on my reading and writing habits and/or have had lasting influence. I”ll discuss them in the order of their births. Continue reading →
Brutal is the debut novel from James Alderdice, but it’s not really a debut. Alderdice is the pen name of David J. West. David is no relation to me, but he’s also no stranger to those of you who have been following this site for a while.
David has been writing a lot of weird westerns lately, so he decided as a branding exercise to use a different name on this epic fantasy novel. It’s one of the best things I’ve read by him.
Take some Karl Edward Wagner’s Kane, Dashiell Hammett’s Red Harvest, A Fistful of Dollars, and various other influences (which the author describes here), and you’ve got a bloody, gritty tale of a stranger who comes to town to clean up.
A man known only as the Sellsword comes to the town of Aldreth, which the locals have started calling All Death. He’s there to clean things up, and there’s a lot to clean up. There are two warring wizards, a cult dedicated to a dark goddess, corrupt city guards, and a widowed duchess who has a reputation for stepping out on her recently deceased husband. Of course the Sellsword gets involved with her. Continue reading →
It’s been rather quiet in this corner of the internet the last few months. That’s not because I wanted it that way. Real Life has kept me busy.
But hopefully (crosses fingers, knocks on wood, throws salt over shoulder) that’s going to change. The first summer session of classes is over, we’re back from vacation, and things should slow down a little bit. I’m not teaching second summer, so even though I’m still supervising the labs, I should have a bit more free time. I won’t be attending Armadillocon unless something changes; I can’t justify the expense. Not with World Fantasy later this year.
I’ll be doing more blogging, although I’m not going to be accepting many review requests. I’ve got too many books I’ve dropped the ball on that I need to read and review. Most reviews will be things I’ve read because I’ve wanted to. There will be some of those within the next few days. Continue reading →
So my plans for the weekend have gone completely off the rails, but in a good way. My son has spent the last week with my parents. I drove over Friday evening to pick him up, and since it’s 3.5 hr drive, I planned on spending the night and returning home yesterday morning. I hadn’t been here five minutes when my wife called and asked what I knew about my brother who lives out of state posting on Faceplant that they were coming to see my folks for the weekend. Uhh…nothing.
Anyway, I’ve stayed over since I don’t often see this brother and his family. What does that have to do with a book? I purchased The Hymn of the Pearl yesterday morning and decided to read it while we were waiting for my brother to arrive. Normally, it would go into the queue to be read when I got around to it. I decided not to wait.