Jelly fungus of a type that I wouldn't dare pin down
Not just wet behind the ear
19 April 2012
Yellow jelly and the ear that won't be lent
Thanks to rain, the leeches gallop and the fungi fruit.
Jelly fungus of a type that I wouldn't dare pin down
Not just wet behind the ear
Jelly fungus of a type that I wouldn't dare pin downNot just wet behind the ear
Light Touch Paper, Stand Clear - antho to blast in June …
or earlier. Edited by Edwina Harvey and Simon Petrie, and with cover art by Les Petersen, this anthology from fresh young publisher, Peggy Bright Books, has such an intriguing title that part of the fun will be what that gun cotton did to these imaginations:Joanne Anderton - 'The Bone Chime Song'
Adam Browne - 'The D____d'
Sue Bursztynski - 'Five Ways to Start a War'
Brenda Cooper - 'Between Lines'
Katherine Cummings - 'The Travelling Salesman and the Farmer's Daughter'
Thoraiya Dyer - 'Faet's Fire'
Kathleen Jennings - 'Kindling'
Dave Luckett - 'History: Theory and Practice'
Ian McHugh - 'The Godbreaker and Unggubudh the Mountain'
Sean McMullen - 'Hard Cases'
Ripley Patton - 'Mary Had a Unicorn'
Rob Porteous - 'The Subjunctive Case'
Anna Tambour - 'Murder at the Tip'
This year, the trees weren't parsimonious with persimmons
There can never be too many, though they ripen on every sill. How to stretch out the enjoyment? Slow-dry them in a warm oven. When they're hot, they're delicious as 'roasted' fruit. When they're cold, they're chewily scrumptious. And their looks separate the medlar-lovers from the common crowd.
Besotted with Persimmon! Previous Medlar Comfits posts:
The fruit for people who don't eat fruit
Cut persimmon
A persimmon calyx
15 April 2012
Warning: CRANDOLIN to be served up by Chômu Press
To be released in time for the feasting season: my novel CRANDOLIN.
"A fairy tale Dostoevsky would have liked … It's like it was written by a demented chef"
— David Kowalski
The fit with Chômu Press is so perfect that I have hesitated to say anything here, for fear the feasting season will fall off the end of Time, or the End of the World will come at 2:00 the day before the release. So I hereby invoke the Writer's Prayer:
Chômu Press doesn't publish me-too fiction that you've read somewhere before wrapped in another title. They do publish the most intriguing and readable stuff. And they care about presentation. The productions are luscious, partly because they get some of the best artists involved as well as the superb designer, Anil D.Nataly. And mostly because they do insane amounts of work themselves.
Sure, I could have gotten CRANDOLIN published somewhere, but I have wanted the best, and the context I can put this press into, to show that I really do admire what they do as well as their guts, is to say that they're the Blaft of the UK. And anyone who's followed my love affair with Blaft knows that they're my favourite publisher in the world.
Quentin S. Crisp as editor is just what I always wanted for CRANDOLIN, and me! He's like a rain of vinegar hitting the mountain of me, a pile of bicarbonate of soda. He's what all great editors are — insidious drugs. I've been tripping for weeks. (And if you haven't read Crisp's own fiction, you're missing something major. He's a writer of classics, given the readership. I've just finished Shrike, and think it should be rereleased as a Popular Penguin, though it's hardly been read by anyone yet.)
Finally, CRANDOLIN is too original for agents to have been any more use than a sautéed umbrella. And I wouldn't have approached Chômu Press though it looks mouthwatering, because I grew too cynical about the whole fiction scene. So thank you, dear Starburst Poet (Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.), for not only picking me up from the muck of my own depression, but for being yet another wonderful editor; and then, after that, for turning out to be a big hairy yenta — a meddling matchmaker!
Of course, there are other brave readers to whom I am also indebted. They donated their blood to CRANDOLIN and their shoulders (at least) to me, without ever charging me for their earplug expenses. I shall reveal them as the novel turns.
"A fairy tale Dostoevsky would have liked … It's like it was written by a demented chef"
— David Kowalski
The fit with Chômu Press is so perfect that I have hesitated to say anything here, for fear the feasting season will fall off the end of Time, or the End of the World will come at 2:00 the day before the release. So I hereby invoke the Writer's Prayer:
Please, Fate(s) or Who(m)ever,
Let The End of the World come the day after the release of my Important novel.
Chômu Press doesn't publish me-too fiction that you've read somewhere before wrapped in another title. They do publish the most intriguing and readable stuff. And they care about presentation. The productions are luscious, partly because they get some of the best artists involved as well as the superb designer, Anil D.Nataly. And mostly because they do insane amounts of work themselves.
Sure, I could have gotten CRANDOLIN published somewhere, but I have wanted the best, and the context I can put this press into, to show that I really do admire what they do as well as their guts, is to say that they're the Blaft of the UK. And anyone who's followed my love affair with Blaft knows that they're my favourite publisher in the world.
Quentin S. Crisp as editor is just what I always wanted for CRANDOLIN, and me! He's like a rain of vinegar hitting the mountain of me, a pile of bicarbonate of soda. He's what all great editors are — insidious drugs. I've been tripping for weeks. (And if you haven't read Crisp's own fiction, you're missing something major. He's a writer of classics, given the readership. I've just finished Shrike, and think it should be rereleased as a Popular Penguin, though it's hardly been read by anyone yet.)
Finally, CRANDOLIN is too original for agents to have been any more use than a sautéed umbrella. And I wouldn't have approached Chômu Press though it looks mouthwatering, because I grew too cynical about the whole fiction scene. So thank you, dear Starburst Poet (Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.), for not only picking me up from the muck of my own depression, but for being yet another wonderful editor; and then, after that, for turning out to be a big hairy yenta — a meddling matchmaker!
Of course, there are other brave readers to whom I am also indebted. They donated their blood to CRANDOLIN and their shoulders (at least) to me, without ever charging me for their earplug expenses. I shall reveal them as the novel turns.
23 March 2012
19 March 2012
16 March 2012
Bloody Fabulous, Ekaterina Sedia's next anthology - TOC announced
Shove jingly toes up fashion's nose, and twirl your handkerchief!
As the editor, Ekaterina Sedia, has just posted,
BLOODY FABULOUS, the anthology of urban fantasy about fashion, now has a Table of Contents!
“Coat of Stars” Holly BlackWhat a party! I feel pinching-myself lucky.
“Savage Design” Richard Bowes
“Bespoke” Genevieve Valentine
“Dress Code” Sandra McDonald
“The Anadem” Sharon Mock
“The First Witch of Damansara” Zen Cho
“The Faery Handbag” Kelly Link
“The Truth or Something Beautiful” Shirin Dubbin
“Waifs” Die Booth
“Where Shadows Meet Light” Rachel Swirsky
“Capturing Images” Maria V Snyder
“How Galligaskins Sloughed the Scourge” Anna Tambour
“Avant-n00b” Nick Mamatas
“Incomplete Proofs” John Chu
As with other stories in this anthology, "How Galligaskins Sloughed the Scourge" is a reprint, but you probably haven't read it. HGStS was first published in Andromeda Spaceways edited by (the great fun to work with) Mark Farrugia.
As for Ekaterina Sedia, she isn't just an editor with excellent taste, as she proved with Paper Cities.
She is one of the most powerful fiction writers today, whose works are now breaking through English, and into fine editions like this one.
Get her latest novel, Heart of Iron.
Bloody Fabulous Table of Contents
BLOODY FABULOUS edited by Ekaterina Sedia the anthology of urban fantasy about fashion, now has a Table of Contents!
“Coat of Stars” Holly Black
“Savage Design” Richard Bowes
“Bespoke” Genevieve Valentine
“Dress Code” Sandra McDonald
“The Anadem” Sharon Mock
“The First Witch of Damansara” Zen Cho
“The Faery Handbag” Kelly Link
“The Truth or Something Beautiful” Shirin Dubbin
“Waifs” Die Booth
“Where Shadows Meet Light” Rachel Swirsky
“Capturing Images” Maria V Snyder
“How Galligaskins Sloughed the Scourge” Anna Tambour
“Avant-n00b” Nick Mamatas
“Incomplete Proofs” John Chu
15 March 2012
14 March 2012
"For the child inside all of us": False Childhood Memory Syndrome by Lewis P. Morley
Utterly enchanting
and as unnecessary as laughter.
A few years ago I ran a feature and interview in my 'favourite artist' series — Lewis P. Morley's Tin Toys that Never Were.
Now, he's put out the book. It's not only filled with pictures of these fantastic flights into the realms of Wha?, but filled with stories about them. The picture of the cover above doesn't do it justice.
See for yourself, where you can not only buy the book but drool over every page in the preview.
and as unnecessary as laughter.
A few years ago I ran a feature and interview in my 'favourite artist' series — Lewis P. Morley's Tin Toys that Never Were.
Now, he's put out the book. It's not only filled with pictures of these fantastic flights into the realms of Wha?, but filled with stories about them. The picture of the cover above doesn't do it justice.
See for yourself, where you can not only buy the book but drool over every page in the preview.
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