Poe’s Legacy

Edgar Allan Poe was born on this day, January 19, in 1809.  He died in 1849.

My father-in-law was buried this morning, a cold and windy morning, so today is a good day to read Poe.  But which Poe?

I got to thinking about this a few nights ago on an extended drive with my son.  I asked what they were reading in English this six weeks, and he said they had a variety of short stories to choose from, including “Harrison Beregeron”, “The Veldt”, some other Bradbury stories, and some by Poe.  My son had read “The Cask of Amontillado”, so we got to talk about that one.

But how many other Poe stories are still widely-read today?  “The Fall of the House of Usher”, “The Raven”, “The Pit and the Pendulum”, “The Masque of the Red Death”, and “The Tell-Tale Heart” are all probably still widely read.  But what about “The Purloined Letter”,” Hop-Frog”, “The Gold Bug”, or “The Premature Burial”?  “The Murders in the Rue Morgue”?  “A Descent into the Maelstrom”?

I don’t know.  Stories wax and wane in popularity.  What are your favorite Poe stories?  I’m going to try to read something I’ve not read before.

I Went to Paradise While Everything at Home Went to…Someplace Else

This is an update, and it’s going to be a rather negative one.  Feel free to skip if you like.  This post is personal and has nothing to do with books or fiction writing.  Academic writing will come into play.

My wife had her lumpectomy on the 2nd.  Everything went fine, and she came home that day.  We will get the results of the pathology report on Wednesday, the day after tomorrow.  My in-laws came up from where they live, a city three hours drive away.  My father-in-law stayed through Saturday, the fifth.  It was the last time I ever saw him.  My mother-in-law stayed through the next week.

I went to Costa Rica on Sunday the sixth.  This was a business trip that had been in the works since before my wife was diagnosed with cancer.  The university at which I’m employed opened a branch campus there last fall.  Physics was being taught for the first time this spring, and I was helping set up a lab.

While I was gone:  Monday night the sewer line under the house backed up; my wife had to call the plumber on Tuesday.

On Wednesday, my mother-in-law was running errands in my wife’s car (formerly known as the Out of Town Car) when a guy ran a red light and hit her.  No one was hurt, but the car isn’t going to be going out of town until the insurance is settled and repairs are done.  My car wouldn’t start later that day for some reason, but it works fine now.  Fortunately my son has a car.

Thursday night I opened my work email to followup on a prior conversation with my department head. I found an email from a sales rep at a textbook publisher.  I am coauthor on our lab manuals.  The sales rep claimed she had met me and my coauthor before.  Maybe, maybe not; I don’t remember her.  The email was addressed to both of us, and the sales rep told us that they had taken our lab manual, scanned it, added some figures, and printed it.  They had also created an ebook version.  They had had a meeting with some of the faculty earlier in the day and discussed bundling their version of our manual with their text book. She was sending us a copy for our convenience.

Uh, no.  This was all news to me and my coauthor.  This was done without our knowledge or consent.  And we won’t give it.  I said as much in a sharply worded email (after I cooled off enough to maintain a level of semi-professionalism) to the sales rep.  She had CC’d three other people at her publishing house.  I made sure they were included in my response.  I haven’t heard a response from them yet.  If anyone knows a good intellectual property attorney in west Texas, please let me know.  I hope it won’t come to that, but I want to be prepared.

I thought my life couldn’t get any worse until Friday evening when I was packing to fly home at dark-thirty the next day and got a text from my wife telling me my father-in-law had passed away.  This was unexpected, as he was supposed to have come back and picked up my mother-in-law over the weekend.

Obviously, this has been hard on everyone.  Because of some issues with family members being able to get here for the funeral, it won’t be held until the weekend.

I don’t know when I’ll get back to posting on a regular basis.  It probably won’t be for at least a week or two, although there may be the occasional Save My Sanity post.  I will be back, but don’t be surprised if there is some radio silence for a bit.

As you might guess, I am not having Happy New Year.

What to Read for Clark Ashton Smith’s Birthday?

So I was hoping this year would start out on a better foot.  Didn’t happen.  I’ll post about the events of the last two weeks later.  That will probably go live tomorrow.

Today, I just want to acknowledge one of the all time greats of weird fantasy, Clark Ashton Smith.  Smith was born in 1893 in Long Valley, California.  He would go on to become one of the so-called Big Three of Weird Tales, the other two being H. P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard.

I’ve read a number of Smith’s stories over the years, but I’m not nearly as familiar with his work as I am that of Howard and Lovecraft.  So I’m going to seek counsel from those who are wiser than I.

What story by Smith do you suggest I read?  Please answer in the comments below.

Tolkien and a Few Others

Today, January 3, is the birthday of J. R. R. Tolkien (b. 1892).  A month or so ago, a minor writer of short stories pulled the ol’ drum-up-publicity-for-my-book-launch-by-attcking-someone-greater-than-me trick.

It worked, just not the way the guy that thought.  At least with me.  I’ve started rereading The Lord of the Rings.  Other than The Hobbit, I’ve never read deeply in Tolkien’s other works.  I’ve decided to change that and have gotten several volumes in The History of Middle-Earth.  I don’t know if I’ll blog about them, but I’m going to dip into them over the course of 2019.

Also, there are two birthdays from yesterday I didn’t mention because I was slightly distracted by my wife’s surgery.

Those were Charles Beaumont (b. Jan. 2, 1929) and Robert Nathan (b. Jan. 2, 1894).  Beaumont I’ve written about before.  A protege of Ray Bradbury, he wrote some great short stories and a number of well-regarded Twilight Zone scripts. I’ll try to read something of his in the next day or so.

Robert Nathan is best remembered for his short novel Portrait of Jenny.  It’s a love story set in the Great Depression about an artist who keeps meeting a girl in the park.  He meets her every few weeks, but each time she’s a few years older.  It’s not an adventure story, but it’s one of my favorite novels.  It’s definitely worth tracking down.

Cancer Update: Lumpectomy

My wife had her lumpectomy this morning.  We had to be at the hospital by 6:00, and I think we were ten or fifteen minutes early.  She was given a room in pre-op.  After some waiting, they sent her to radiology to have some type of dye injected into the lymph nodes.  I asked if she was going to glow in the dark.  That would be an interesting side job, being a living night light to a child in a wealthy family, don’t you think?

Shortly after she got back, the anesthesiologist came in, went over some things, and they wheeled her out.  I went down to the waiting room and hung out with my in-laws.  There was one scary moment, and it was only a moment, when I got a call from the operating room.  They were simply calling to let me know things were going well.  Once I realized there wasn’t a problem, I appreciated the update.

The surgeon removed the tumor and the three lymph nodes closest to it.  The whole thing took a little over an hour an a half.  We were home by 2:00.  My wife is doing well, and so far hasn’t experienced much pain.  They told her that will change tomorrow.

My wife and I would like to thank everyone for their concern, well-wishes, thoughts, and prayers.

Happy Birthday, Seabury Quinn

Seabury Grandin Quinn was born on New Year’s Day in 1889.  He passed away on Christmas Eve in 1969.  Now where have I heard that name “Grandin” before?

Oh, yeah.  Jules de Grandin, the French occult detective.  He appeared in over 90 stories and one novel in Weird Tales beginning in 1925.  The last story was published in 1951.  They are currently being reprinted in hardcover by NightShade Books.  Four of a projected five volumes have been published as of this writing.

Quinn wrote other stories that didn’t feature de Grandin.  The first Quinn story I ever read was “The Phantom Farmhouse”.

Given how prolific he was, I’m surprised he isn’t better remembered today.  Hopefully someone will publish a collection of his non-de Grandin work in an affordable edition.

Obligatory First Day of the Year Post

Happy New Year, everyone!

People tell me I should be making resolutions.

Why?  Aren’t most resolutions broken within days/hours/minutes?  Why would I want to set myself up for failure?

Still, in the interest of going along with the herd, here are a few of my resolutions.

  1.  I resolve to write more this year.  I resolve to finish what I write, including projects that have been back-burnered and new projects.
  2. I resolve to put something up for sale before the year is over.  In other words, I resolve to start self-publishing.
  3. I resolve to read more.  I resolve to read what I want when I want.
  4. I resolve to not read only works by women/gays/left-handed redheaded stepchildren/[insert group du jour here].  I resolve to not read books based solely on the author’s gender/skin color/plumbing/ethnicity/mental illness/sociopolitical agenda, no matter how critically acclaimed the book/story/screed/ransom note is.  OTOH, I may not read anything by any of these if some nag starts lecturing me on why I should based solely on the reasons listed above.
  5. I resolve to read what I want when I want and resolve to choose my reading material based solely on story.

I think that about covers it.  Oh, wait, I left one thing out.

I resolve to try to be less cranky.

Obligatory End of the Year Post

In past years I’ve ended the year with a recap of what I thought were the best books of the year and possibly a summary of any key events.

This past year family and work responsibilities prevented me from reading as much as I usually do.  On top of that, much of what I did read was older stuff.  There wasn’t a lot of new work that appealed to me.  A good portion of what did is still in my TBR pile.

So this year, I’m going to reverse things.  I’ll let you tell me what I should have read.  Please list any works, short or long, in the comments that you think stood out or were required reading.

Imagining the Horrible with Fritz Leiber

Horrible Imaginings
Fritz Leiber
Originally published by Midnight House in a limited edition hardcover of 520 copies, of which 500 were offered for sale
Currently available in ebook from Open Road Media, $4.99

I originally intended to read and review only one or two stories from this collection, but I ended up reading them all.  Once I got started, I couldn’t stop.

This book is a mix of early and late horror stories from Leiber’s career.  Midnight House published four collections of Leiber’s work before shutting its doors.  The Open Road edition contains the original introduction where Pelan mentions his plans to publish an alternate version of “Adept’s Gambit” as a Lovecraftian tale, one that (AFAIK still) has never seen print. Continue reading

Alfred Bester’s “Hell is Forever”

“Hell is Forever”
Unknown Worlds, August 1942
Most recently reprinted in Redemolished.

Alfred Bester’s birthday was a few days ago.  I decided to reread his novella “Hell is Forever” to mark the occasion.  Or rather, reread.  I’d first read it in the collection Starlight:  The Great Short Fiction of Alfred Bester way back in 8th grade.  I didn’t like the story at the time, but since that was mumblety-mumble years ago, I thought I would give it another try.

I still didn’t care much for it.

The story opens in a bomb shelter in the basement of a manor house during the Blitz.  The six people in the basement live to experience new things, and are a pretty jaded group.  In the opening scene, they’re putting on a play one of them has written for the benefit of their hostess.  During the play, one of the characters summons up a demon, which gets loose.  The hostess, who is grossly obese and not in the best of health, dies of a heat attack.

Turns out that was the intention of the other five all along, and the demon wasn’t real.  Except he was.  Oh, not the actor done up to look like a demon, but the real one who shows up after the hostess dies.  He makes a deal with the group, pass through a shimmering wall of flame where the exit used to be and they will each enter a world in which the individual’s greatest desire will be realized.  Which sounds like a good deal.  The husband of a married couple wants to stay married, while his wife wants to kill him.  The artist is in love with a woman who often models for him, but she’s frigid and wants nothing to do with him. Continue reading