There are a number of birthdays today (September 24). I’ve been slammed this week with the first exam of the semester, general job responsibilities, and more emails from students who didn’t bother to read their syllabus than you can shake a stick at. (I’d like to hit a few of them with a stick.)
Which is to say that I’ve not read anything to review for this post. Consider this just information and informal recognition. Continue reading
Tanith Lee’s birthday is today (September 19). She was born in 1947 and passed away in 2015. For her birthday, I decided to read something a bit longer than a short story. (I promise I will review Melmoth the Wanderer soon.) I settled on “Companions on the Road”. It’s the title story of the collection of two novellas pictured there on the right.
Havor was orphaned at five, ran away from the orphanage at ten, and after wandering about doing a variety of odd jobs, he joined the Bear King’s army at sixteen. Now eighteen, he’s risen to the equivalent of sergeant in the army. The war is almost over. The Bear King is laying siege to the city of Avillis. Avillis is ruled by a dark mage, along with his son and daughter, a beautiful blond.
On the first night of the siege, the boy Lukon, a recent recruit in Havor’s unit comes and asks Havor to take what little pay he has earned to his mother and sisters if he should die in battle. Lukon tells Havor how to find the farm. Havor agrees.
The siege doesn’t last long. The people of Avillis hate their ruler and open the gates to the Ber King. Lukon doesn’t survive, and Havor, who has grown tired of the killing, resigns his commission. Before he can leave the city, He gets lured into a scheme his former second in command and a cutpurse to steal a treasure in a secret chamber under the castle. Havor thinks to give some of the treasure to Lukon’s family to mitigate the sting of grief that will accompany the news of Lukon ‘s death. The treasure turns out to be a golden chalice embedded with jewels. The men take and flee the city.
Too bad for them. Continue reading
Howard Waldrop reading at Armadillocon in 2016.
Today, September 15, is the birthday of Howard Waldrop (b. 1946). Waldrop is one of the most original short story writers working today. Although he’s written a couple of novels, Waldrop is a short story writer. I’ve not seen him in several years, since I haven’t made it to Armadillocon in a while. My understanding is that his health hasn’t been very good. He’s only published a couple of stories in the last decade, most of them in the early twenty-teens.
Waldrop’s work is worth seeking out. He has a gonzo way of looking at things that I find refreshing. I would suggest starting with “The Ugly Chickens”, a truly heartwarming and heartbreaking tale about dodos. You can find it in Howard, Who?, his first collection.
I’ve maintained that short fiction is the lifeblood of any genre, a form that allows for a wider variety of voices, techniques, and ideas than novels. For Exhibit A I present Howard Waldrop.
Charles L. Grant
September 12, AKA today, is the birthday of Charles L. Grant (1942-2006). Grant was a practitioner of what is known as quiet horror. It’s the type of horror I prefer. In addition to being an amazing writer, he was one of the most influential anthology editors of the late 1970s and 80s.
I first became aware of Shadows, the groundbreaking anthology series he edited when I was in the 8th grade. We had recently moved to Paris, TX. The public library had a good selection of anthologies for a library of that size in those days, including at least one, and probably more, titles from the Shadows series. The first volume I read was Shadows 3. I was hooked. I hunted down the others, especially Shadows 2, which had “The Chair” by Jane Cozart and Alan Dean Foster, Foster being my favorite writer at the time. This was about a year before I discovered Kuttner and Brackett. Continue reading
Today, September 1, marks the birth of two of the most influential adventure writers of all time, Edgar Rice Burroughs (1875-1950) and Harold Lamb (1892-1962). Continue reading
Today, August 28, marks a number of birthdays in the fields of the fantastic. I’m going to focus on four of them. This was the first week of classes, and things have been hectic to a greater degree than normal. That is to say, I haven’t slowed down long enough to read anything by any of these folks. In spite of that, I would like to recognize them. Continue reading
I can say that, can’t I? “Ladies”, I mean. If that verboten? I mean Mike Resnick and Barry Malzberg got in all kinds of trouble for referring to a “lady editor”, but Mary Robinette Kowal, who (I think) was leading the charge against those two has a series about a lady astronaut with the word “lady” in the title. I’m so confused.
I guess the lesson is you ain’t gonna please everybody, so you might as well please yourself. I’m gonna please myself be recognizing two ladies who have left their mark on the field were born on this day, August 24. The first was Alice B. Sheldon (1915 -1987), who wrote under the pen name of James Tiptree, Jr., and Bea Mahaffey (1926-1987), who was the lady Resnick was referring to when he got in trouble. Continue reading
Today (August 22, 2020) marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of Ray Bradbury. If you’ll indulge a bit of nostalgia, I’m going to discuss the impact Ray had on my life.
It must have been the 6th grade, but it might have been the 5th. It’s been too many years now to be sure. One day in Mr. Thayer’s reading class, there was a guest waiting when we arrived from whatever class we’d been in before.
I don’t recall the gentleman’s name, but he was there to read to us. He told us was going to read a story by Ray Bradbury, who was a science fiction writer. Continue reading
I was going to do a review in honor of H. P. Lovecraft’s birthday (August 20, 1890-1937) , but then one of the usual suspects, a writer noted for ripping off writing in the styles of better writers from a previous generation ignited a small tempest in a teapot about the need of having a canon, or in his case, not having one. No, that’s not a typo in the title of this post. He wants to fire the canon, as in “You’re fired”. Those are my terms, not his, just to be clear.
So here are my thoughts, using the Gentleman From Providence as a key example since it’s become so fashionable to hate on him. And John W. Campbell, Jr., and Issac Asimov, and Robert E. Howard, and… Continue reading
F. Marion Crawford
Today, August 2, marks the birth of Francis Marion Crawford (1854-1909). Although he wrote only a handful of short stories dealing with the supernatural and horror, he is still considered one of the best writers of ghost stories. If he had only written “The Upper Berth”, is place in the literature of the fantastic would be assured. The story was highly regarded by none other than H. P. Lovecraft, M. R. James, and H. Russell Wakefield. Highly regarded.
I’m going to look at one of my personal favorites, “For the Blood is the Life”.
Crawford uses the familiar technique of a tale within a tale. The story opens with an unnamed narrator (presumably Crawford) and an artist friend having dinner and enjoying a smoke on the roof a tower the narrator owns. It’s summer, and they are on the roof to escape the heat.
The artist is looking out over the land, and he sees a mound with what appears to be something on it. When the artist says the mound looks like a grave, the narrator confirms it is. He decides to go down and have a closer look at what’s on it. Continue reading