Happy to announce the publication of The Blumhouse Book of Nightmares. These stories’ transcendent genius has so overwhelmed the fragile human consciousness of early readers, most have been reduced to a fugue state of compulsive scrutiny intense enough to render them helpless to control even the most basic bodily functions.
So get your copy today!
It’s been a while. My apologies, but Strange things have been afoot, of course. Much thanks to the masses howling for my return here, and I promise I will do so when I have something for you worthy of report. It is not necessary for any of you to set yourselves on fire… though of course one always appreciates the gesture.
In any case, what’s prompting this lapse in the contemplative silence is a subject of no less importance than The End of the World.
My very good friend Dustin Thomason has published this excellent book today that gives a marvelous fictional précis of the rapidly approaching end times. I hereby command all Strangers to purchase this immediately.
12.21 on Amazon
12.21 on Barnes and Noble
Yes. Right now.
Of course I predicted long ago that in the Future ALL books will be titled Strange Flesh.
But I never imagined the Future would arrive so soon….
A scintillating yammer with Blogcritics wherein we discuss several topics crucial to your continued functioning as human beings. Yes.
You’ll all be thrilled to know that SF appeared on “Teaser Tuesday” at:
Which is a book blog run by this apparently really cute vampire named April.
The verdict you ask? Our prologue is “Creeptastic.”
Normally I might equivocate concerning my feelings about such an ambiguous portmanteau, but in this case I’m happy to report I’ve already worked it into my canned response to the remarkably prevalent question, “What is your book about?”
A brief history:
1) Curious that I was more or less unprepared when first asked the question. My initial response,
“Uh….well…It’s about a lot of things.”
2) Next I went with:
“This is a novel about sex and games.”
But only because when I was surprised yet again, that phrase is written on the jacket of the book, which I happened to be holding.
3) Finally some preparation. I came up with this enchanting phrase:
“Strange Flesh is a sanguinary mystery concerning the dawning age of Neterosexuality.”
Enchanting, but nobody has any idea what it means.
4) Here’s where I am this week:
“Who cares? It costs two bucks and it’s creeptastic! Just buy the fucking thing.”
A writer’s life, so…
Thanks to all of you who flooded me with Strange Flesh sightings in its natural habitat. I finally got out this weekend to make my own observations. Which were:
1) I did not care for the way a few local urchins were handling Chardahlia [my name for the cover model].
2) I was nonplussed by the following exchange with a bookseller:
“Sir, are you photographing the books?”
“Yeah. That OK?”
“It’s really not. You mustn’t photograph the books. We can’t have it.”
3) I spent a while trying to parse why this might be, and was poised to argue. But then I realized: Chardahlia deserves to be treated like a celebrity.
So I left her to her work.