Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Friday, August 24, 2018
LOST FILMS Now Available
Order a copy of the LOST FILMS horror anthology from Perpetual Motion Machine to read my Simpsons-creepwave story "This Cosmic Atrocity." The collection includes stories by several amazing authors like Betty Rocksteady, Brian Evenson, Kelby Losack, and Gemma Files, as well as disturbing art by George Catronis and Luke Spooner.
Here's a review of LOST SIGNALS at Signal Horizon containing praise for "This Cosmic Atrocity."
"The absolute standout of the collection, in my opinion, is 'This Cosmic Atrocity' by Andrew Novak. The title is heavy, but the story focuses on a lost episode of The Simpsons. Sounds a bit silly, right? Novak uses that silliness and the ubiquity of The Simpsons in pop culture to secrete this truly frightening story right under your skin and past your defenses. Earlier I wrote that anthologies like this let authors swing for the fences and here Novak really does. I hesitate to divulge any more about this particular story for fear of spoiling its power..."
Sunday, May 14, 2017
"Eyes Bright Dead" Live at FLULAND
I couldn't be more excited to see my story "Eyes Bright Dead" live over at FLULAND. It's one of the absolute best lit sites around. Seriously, check out FLULAND even if you don't read my story.
But uhhhhhh please read my story.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
"And He Will Not Wait Much Longer" and "La Jolla" in Robbed of Sleep, Volume 5
Hey hey, my flash fiction stories "And He Will Not Wait Much Longer" and "La Jolla" are now available in Robbed of Sleep, Volume 5, which can be purchased in Kindle format here. A mutant sea lion, a deranged electrical worker, a withering paranoiac—you're gonna love these stories.
And just look at that cover art.
This anthology series has featured the work of the amazing Mercedes M. Yardley, by the way, in case you're still skeptical.
Oh, and the paperback version should be out sometime next week. Many hanks to Troy Blackford and the other authors of this issue—I'm stoked to be a part of it!
Now go buy it and get deeply unsettled.
Friday, July 1, 2016
"Out of Body Vacation" by Stanton McCaffery at Between Worlds Zine
Well well well, looks like Between Worlds has published a story by Neon Grisly contributor Stanton McCaffery.
Well played, Between Worlds.
Obviously, I'm a big fan of McCaffery. I'm also a fan of Between Worlds now.
Read McCaffery's "Out of body Vacation" here.
Übercreepy stuff.
You won't be sorry.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Hooray for the 80s: A Review of My Best Friend's Exorcism
A Guest Review by Stanton McCaffery
My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix is a fun and kind of campy ride through 1980s insanity, touching on everything from mullets and hair crimpers to Phil Collins and E.T. to the War on Drugs and religious paranoia. Hendrix pulls us in with nostalgia and girlhood drama to tell us a story about the horrors of growing up and the strength of friendship.
Like Hendrix’s previous novel, Horrorstör, which was set up to appear like an Ikea catalogue, Exorcism’s cover and design are similarly grabbing—they look like someone’s high school yearbook, filled with cryptic messages, autographs, and inside jokes.
The book tells the story of Abby Rivers and her friendship with Gretchen Lang, the friend referenced in the title that Abby does indeed exorcize. Abby's from a working-class family, but is attending the snooty Albemarle Academy on a scholarship. There’s a class divide throughout the books that makes us empathize with and ultimately root for Abby.
Of one of the many things this book does well, it captures adolescent loneliness perfectly through Abby’s struggles and reminds readers that for a kid nothing feels quite as bad as thinking you don’t have any friends. Similarly, it reminds us of the power of young friendship. The first chapter tells how Abby, an adult looking back on her adolescence, now has people she casually refers to as friends, but that “she remembers when the word ‘friend’ could draw blood.”
In Amazon reviews Hendrix has won many deserving comparisons to Stephen King for his use of the mundane to get at the horrific and paranormal. It’s also worth mentioning how Hendrix, like King, disarms readers and lures us in with likable characters, goofy nostalgia (though in the case of King it’s for the 60s, not the 80s) and tight prose. Though Exorcism never quite goes for the jugular in shattering the world of Albemarle Academy the way King has shattered his worlds in, say, Carrie, we still see lives ruined and costs exacted on the protagonist and her friends.
And there’s nastiness here too. My favorite scene deals with a near-lethal dose of tapeworm eggs.
Exorcism, while certainly enjoyable for older readers, can also serve as an entry point into horror for younger people growing out of the YA genre. The nostalgia and the obscure 80s references are laid on a little thick at times (there’s even mention of a shirtless Patrick Swayze in Skatetown USA early on), and some are surely to go over younger readers' heads, but the true strength of this book is in the characters and the relationships they have with one another. The book’s ending is particularly powerful in that regard.
My conclusion: Pick up this book and read it, whether you remember the 80s or not.
Stanton McCaffery was born and raised in
central New Jersey, where he resides with his wife and son. He has degrees in
history and political science and manages communications for a United Nations
agency. He is currently working
on his first novel. Find him on Twitter here.
Friday, May 6, 2016
You're Gonna Carry That Weight: A Review of Tribulations
Some people are calling this book a collection of horror stories, and I’m not entirely sure why.
Okay, sure, Tribulations certainly serves up a healthy portion of horror fiction. And most all of the stories are horrifying on some level. But there’s just so much going on here that is well beyond the horror genre.
So much.
Like neo-noir, dystopian, post-apocalypse, magic realism, psychological thriller, cyberpunk, and literary fiction.
Let’s be clear about something: Genre-wise, Tribulations by Richard Thomas is one of the most diverse short story collections around. And the stories, well—they’re all really fucking good.
My first exposure to Richard Thomas’s writing was his collection of shorts titled Staring Into the Abyss. I loved it. Naturally, I bought Thomas’s other collection, Herniated Roots. Loved that one too. And now, having now read all of Richard Thomas’s published short fiction, I can say that the man delivers a consistent and unparalleled gift for classic short storytelling decked out in dark, glimmering contemporary themes and aesthetics. And Tribulations is now the reigning champion of that fine tradition.
But what do I mean by classic? I’m referring to the way Richard Thomas’s stories always present a heavy moral or message—and I don’t mean political. I mean universal. I mean human. His stories will have you contemplating missed romantic connections, loves lost, relationships with family and friends. Thomas will have you second-guessing your marriage and then reaffirming your commitment to it within the span of a few pages. He’ll have you questioning your entire life’s trajectory.
Short stories used to do that, I think.
They used to challenge readers and force them to reflect on their lives, on the world and their place in it. Well, now they do again—at least when it comes to Richard Thomas, and especially so among the pages of Tribulations.
Think O. Henry with monsters and wasteland settings. Think Shirley Jackson with strippers and ghosts. Think tasteful twists and several megatons of incendiary emotional payload. Sadness, angst, anxiety, fear, lust, love, sentimentality—Thomas covers all bases with raw authenticity and daring creativity.
Here are some synopses of my favorites from Tribulations:
“Vision Quest” – A man’s desire to reunite with his family revolves around deliberate high-speed freeway wrecks. Yeah. Fans of J.G. Ballard’s Crash will love this one.
“The Wastelands” – Life on the fringes of a dystopian police-state sucks, especially if you had to kill your wife and kids to spare them a fate worse than death. So why not team up with a mutant-humanoid giant in a desperate attempt to revive them?
“Misty” – A man falls in love with a woman he thinks might be a stripper. Hilarity does not ensue.
“The Handyman” – Hey, it’s a cruel, cyberpunk world and a man with a multi-purpose cybernetic arm has gotta do what he’s gotta do to get by, amirite?
“Divining” – A hardscrabble, Tarot card-reading construction worker falls headlong into a sordid romance.
“Gandaberunda” – A mythological creature stalks the children of a small town.
“Asking for Forgiveness” – A humanoid dog-child contemplates the controversial decisions of its human parents.
“The Offering on the Hill” – A tale of a man’s mystical, desert-wasteland, post-apocalypse, desperate-horror-dread-quest to be reunited with his family.
Richard Thomas’s Tribulations is slick neon city streets and deep primeval wilderness. It’s a loved one’s caress and burning blood in your eyes. It’s blossoming hopes and deteriorating relationships. It is the soft dance of fireflies and the snapping maw of a rabid feral dog.
Yes, time to re-up on the Xanax, friends, because the twenty-five stories of Tribulations all deliver on the titular promise. Big time. You’re gonna feel the weight of the world as you read, and you're gonna love every second of it.
Monday, April 18, 2016
Like an Electric Worm in Your Brain: A Review of Zero Saints
This novel has everything you need. You knew it just from looking at the cover. You knew it from the title.
Yes, Zero Saints by Gabino Iglesias is one of those books.
Complex characters? Check. Dark magic realism? Check. Scathing commentaries on border politics and contemporary society? Check. Fully bilingual brutality and grit like you’ve never ever seen before? Check.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the genesis of “barrio noir,” and you’re gonna want to get in on it.
Like now.
Zero Saints is the story of Fernando, a smalltime “enforcer and drug dealer” in Austin, Texas, who winds up eyeball-deep in shit after some real-deal Mara Salvatrucha gangsters decide that he and his associate Nestor are an inconvenience to their own retail endeavors.
Well, Nestor is cut up and fed to…something by the gang’s sociopathic leader. Fernando is left reeling, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He's forced to continue his dealings to get by, risking a fate similar to that of his friend. (He’s also got the hots for a fairly straitlaced neighbor-lady, which further complicates things.) Good options are a luxury that Fernando cannot afford. So, with the help of an ancient death saint, a handful of seedy business associates, a few dark mystics, and some expert-level prescription pain-pill abuse, he attempts to overcome the odds and save himself from a most grisly demise at the hands of the Salvatrucha.
Damn.
In addition to all this insanity, I really respect that Iglesias wasn’t afraid to get overtly political at times with this story. His commentaries are as rock-solid as the book’s narrative and gritty aesthetics. Zero Saints is a full-fledged literary punch to the gut. It's a fist of beautiful words clad in filthy, rusted brass knuckles.
In regard to the novel’s bilingual prose, some readers out there seem concerned. I admit that I'm biased on this matter. I’m fluent in both English and Spanish (I spent a few years doing activist journalism in Mexico and Central America). That said, I don’t think the book will pose any major problems to all you English-only readers. If anything, you’ll pick up some useful slang and profanity in Spanish. Just give it a shot, güey.
I loved Zero Saints. Not only can I say that it's the best book I’ve read this year, it’s also been added to my list of Favorite Things.
Seriously.
Yes, whether Gabino Iglesias likes it or not, his novel now occupies a space in my mind alongside Videodrome, The Locust’s Plague Soundscapes, northern flying squirrels, Hieronymous Bosch paintings, and pizza.
And if you don’t like that, Gabino, well, you’re just gonna have to hunt me down, saw me into pieces, and feed me to…something.
However, know that I too have a Russian friend.
Yeah, okay, I don't.
Here’s an excerpt from Zero Saints para ustedes.
For real though, just go buy the fuckin’ book.
I promise.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Dirtbag Stuff With Heart: A Review of Zero Lives Remaining
For those of us who lived through the 1980s, this cover makes a lot of promises. For me, personally, it evokes vivid memories of browsing the local video store with my dad and little sister, passing through the horror section, and marveling at the depraved artwork on the VHS cases. My sister and I regularly begged my dad to rent Ankle Biters, Critters 2, and Monkey Shines. We were completely obsessed with the movie Pigs, based solely on its revolting cover.
We caught Critters 2 on TV some years later. We agreed, it was fairly disappointing.
Unlike Critters 2 though, Zero Lives Remaining is not a disappointment. Scroll up, take a good look at the book’s cover again.
“Here,” the artwork seems to whisper. “Just like good old times at Front Row Video, I promise. Just like Pigs. Just like Critters 2. Only this—this is actually gonna deliver.”
And it does. Exceedingly.
Zero Lives Remaining is the story of Tiffany Park, a teenage video game virtuoso who spends much of her time at Funcave, an arcade-pizzeria, where she dominates games like Ms. Pac-Man and Street Fighter Alpha. Video games, pizza—sounds rad so far, right? Well, meet Chris Murphy, the story's antagonist. He's a dumpy teenage nü-metal fan with a crush on Tiffany. Chris clings to Tiffany like a lost, racist puppy, commenting incessantly on the fact that she is Asian, calling her names like “China Girl” even though he knows she is Korean. Chris Murphy is not rad. He is, in fact, a complete piece of shit. But just wait. Turns out Funcave is haunted by the ghost of Robby Asaro, a guy who accidentally cooked himself in the kitchen's pizza oven back in 1989. In 2014, living as a ghost inside Funcave's arcade games, Robby considers Tiffany as something of a daughter-figure in his life.
Er, afterlife.
Anyway, weird shit starts happening at Funcave as Robby’s ghost takes measures to protect Tiffany from an increasingly offensive and stalker-y Chris. Soon, Funcave is thrown into total chaos, and the book’s wider cast of characters—including the porn-addict owner of the arcade-pizzeria—finds itself in the thick of some ghastly mayhem. Expect lots of ghost slime.
Both hilarity and gore ensue.
Zero Lives Remaining is a quick and effortless read. The book’s author, Adam Cesare, writes in a style that is both lean and smooth. Not sure if it’s more an art or science, but Cesare’s got it down. My first exposure to the guy’s writing was the 2012 novel Tribesmen. One of the things I loved most about that book was the way that Cesare managed to subvert stereotypes with his characters and deliver some pretty solid social commentary through what was essentially a gore-filled cannibal-horror romp. And Zero Lives is no different on the subversion-and-commentary front. Cesare’s got a good thing going. His works are certainly classifiable as dirtbag stuff—but dirtbag stuff with intellect, loads of heart, and complexity. How he walks simultaneously among such disparate worlds, I haven’t a clue. But let's hope he keeps it up.
Definitely check out Zero Lives Remaining. If you’re anything like me, it’ll have you at the cover.
Monday, December 7, 2015
“Red Light Fight Night VHS”
My flash fiction piece “Red Light Fight Night VHS” is now live at Shotgun Honey. Check it out if you're into violent parking lot brawls and mondo films.
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