Midnight Movie and Badass Book Talk Time
Tobe Hooper, yep the dude that made The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, has written a book called Midnight Movie. I'm only about 70 pgs in, but 
it's kicking some meta ass.
See Tobe Hooper is writing about Tobe Hooper in a fictional account of being invited to the SXSW Fest to screen a movie he made in his teens. Tobe has no idea what the movie is about. He made it over 30 years ago and though he vaguely remembers the title, he expects it to be a dog shovel pile. How SXSW got the one known copy out of his mother's basement is a mystery. But hey, they wanna give him 10 grand, so hell yes, he's going to screen Destiny Express (Ie shit movie) at a dive bar in Austin. Only when he screens it...something goes wrong. People who have viewed the movie become part of a highly sexed, violent epidemic.
I haven't gotten far in the book, but it's reading quicker than a pistol whip.
Also, the cover kicks ass. Subdued. Brilliant.
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Friday night I hosted the best damn fantasy book club ever, at my joint. John O'Neill, C.S.E. Cooney and Geoff Hyatt came over and I burned a pizza, thereby almost setting off the sprinkler alarms. We ate copious amounts of desserts and guacamole and then we discussed The Adventures of Alyx and Dandelion Wine.
O'Neill brought up an interesting tidbit: that Dandelion Wine had originally been marketed as horror and was a bestseller. I wonder what it says about society that in 1957 a wholesome book with a minor sideplot about a serial killer could be counted as horror whereas now we gut and cut and flash away. What does it matter? Don't know. Just thinking out loud.
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Saturday, I worked. Oi. All day. Then went to pick up Cooney. We went to the Tamale Hut in North Riverside. Nom. Nom. NOM! And Claire was the featured reader. She sparkled. She glowed. She gave that room what for. Sher performed "How to Flirt in Fairyland" and read from a short story called "Lady of Shades." There was hollering. There was hooting . There was much applause. I foresee Ms. Cooney in front of large convention halls someday not too faraway. Woman can work a crowd and waggle an eyebrow. It helps that her writing KICKS ASS.
I read from my novel. I shouldn't have. I knew I shouldn't have. The part I read from was too rough. Meh. Oh well. Some folks like tossing out drafts to open mics, I don't. Other brilliant readers include Jeanine Vaughn, Tina Jens, Jenny Seay and Julia Borcherts. I know I've gone on about Borcherts before, but this time she kicked my heart into the street with a story that was less than 2 pages long. KA POW! That was the sound of my tiny, shriveled heart exploding. I'll clean up the maroon dust and ventricles later.
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Misc. also. I wrote up a review for The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities on Black Gate. It's here.
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Did I ever put up this video? If so it deserves a re-do. Love it.
{C}Also, the Alabama Shakes are effin awesome.
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Must write. I'm trying to finish a radio play for a contest that had a submission deadline extension....
it's kicking some meta ass.
See Tobe Hooper is writing about Tobe Hooper in a fictional account of being invited to the SXSW Fest to screen a movie he made in his teens. Tobe has no idea what the movie is about. He made it over 30 years ago and though he vaguely remembers the title, he expects it to be a dog shovel pile. How SXSW got the one known copy out of his mother's basement is a mystery. But hey, they wanna give him 10 grand, so hell yes, he's going to screen Destiny Express (Ie shit movie) at a dive bar in Austin. Only when he screens it...something goes wrong. People who have viewed the movie become part of a highly sexed, violent epidemic.
I haven't gotten far in the book, but it's reading quicker than a pistol whip.
Also, the cover kicks ass. Subdued. Brilliant.
#
Friday night I hosted the best damn fantasy book club ever, at my joint. John O'Neill, C.S.E. Cooney and Geoff Hyatt came over and I burned a pizza, thereby almost setting off the sprinkler alarms. We ate copious amounts of desserts and guacamole and then we discussed The Adventures of Alyx and Dandelion Wine.
O'Neill brought up an interesting tidbit: that Dandelion Wine had originally been marketed as horror and was a bestseller. I wonder what it says about society that in 1957 a wholesome book with a minor sideplot about a serial killer could be counted as horror whereas now we gut and cut and flash away. What does it matter? Don't know. Just thinking out loud.
#
Saturday, I worked. Oi. All day. Then went to pick up Cooney. We went to the Tamale Hut in North Riverside. Nom. Nom. NOM! And Claire was the featured reader. She sparkled. She glowed. She gave that room what for. Sher performed "How to Flirt in Fairyland" and read from a short story called "Lady of Shades." There was hollering. There was hooting . There was much applause. I foresee Ms. Cooney in front of large convention halls someday not too faraway. Woman can work a crowd and waggle an eyebrow. It helps that her writing KICKS ASS.
I read from my novel. I shouldn't have. I knew I shouldn't have. The part I read from was too rough. Meh. Oh well. Some folks like tossing out drafts to open mics, I don't. Other brilliant readers include Jeanine Vaughn, Tina Jens, Jenny Seay and Julia Borcherts. I know I've gone on about Borcherts before, but this time she kicked my heart into the street with a story that was less than 2 pages long. KA POW! That was the sound of my tiny, shriveled heart exploding. I'll clean up the maroon dust and ventricles later.
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Misc. also. I wrote up a review for The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities on Black Gate. It's here.
#
Did I ever put up this video? If so it deserves a re-do. Love it.
Click to view{C}Also, the Alabama Shakes are effin awesome.
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Must write. I'm trying to finish a radio play for a contest that had a submission deadline extension....