Horror and the literate Vulpine

Had a good Saturday. Woke up way early, not originally the plan but I had weird dreams and I just wanted to be out of that weirdness. Did the usual Saturday foo (store run, other chores). I was going to leave early to go raid a bookstore and be social with friends, but I ended up dealing with a fiddly database server, so I didn’t leave til later than I planned. Not a huge deal, just felt a tad off. Finally did leave, and headed up to the flagship Half Price Books in Dallas. Sold a few DVDs back, as much to clear up space as anything else, besides a few bucks I got a 10% off coupon for my purchases. Useful that. I only picked up 3 books, a bibliography of Lovecraft (it’s the older edition, so it’s out of date on stuff but still useful), a book called ‘The Magick Bookshop’, stories about an occult bookshop, and ‘Secret Agent 666: Aleister Crowley, British Intelligence and the Occult’, which I’ve had on my esoterica wishlist for years. Should make for some interesting reading. Well, not the bibliography, that’s going to be more for digging into randomly.

After the book raid, I went to visit some friends and watch movies. We ended up shockingly watching horror flicks, well 2 of us did, while a certain raptor played Minecraft. Worked out well, got some puppy time, got to talk geek, was good. Had an amusing conversation with J about horror around the world, and we came to the realization that I’ve seen a LOT of horror movies from all over. I could rattle off theme differences between Spanish, Italian and French horror, or how Korean horror is what happens when you take Japanese and Hong Kong horror movies, and turn it up to 11. But I couldn’t tell you about Vietnamese horror cinema at all, or names for Indian horror flicks (though I’m pretty sure Bollywood has some, and they have musical numbers). We also agreed that the world needs more Middle Eastern horror, and there’s probably a ton of African movie makers who will scare the pants off people. (Not just South Africa, but Nigeria and others). So much horror, so little time.

Came home a while ago, watching more horror (Hammer Films). Book time in a while, then hopefully getting to sleep in. A fox can dream at least.

Books, books and dreams of books

Well last night’s sleep was kind of demented. Stayed up reading a quasi-random book pickup that’s turned into an epic Lovecraftian conspiracy novel. Decided to pause at about 2/3rd of the through, since I was pooped, and I wanted to savor the last reveals. Went to sleep, and had some bizarro dreams. I mentioned one on Facebook, where either Daniel Harms referred to me as a ‘poor man’s Kenneth Hite’ or Kenneth Hite referred to me as a ‘poor man’s Daniel Harms;. Either way, I’ll take the compliment. Other dreams in the series was going to the ur-Bookstore. That’s what I call a recurring bookstore in my dreams. It’s huge, more like a book mall, laid out in a labyrinth of rooms, halls and displays. I’m never looking for anything in particular, I’m just wandering looking at stuff. And I found a new, basement section of historical docs and manuscripts and other oddball stuff. But I had to go outside to get to the basement entrance, and suddenly it was Arctic winter and I was dressed for Texas. Brrr. Then the entrance was locked and I was getting colder and colder. Then I realized I was dreaming, but my brain said ‘so what’ and I was stuck trying to find a way out of the cold, or to wake up. Lucid Dreaming roll, 00. I was boned. Woke up eventually, and decided I didn’t want to give my subconscious any more run time.

Got up, got moving. I’ve spilled my pills twice today, I got the bathroom floor mopped, but my sinuses are now unthrilled. I was going to do a store run, but I really rather just avoid humanity for the moment. Watching a weird 70’s martial arts assassin flick, with really cheesy fight scenes. Once that’s done, I’ll probably work on general cleaning. Not putting the bookshelf together, my electric screwdriver/drill is dead, I’ve found that manually screwing around = crappy bookshelves. So I’ll either have to borrow one from a friend, or go get another one.

Ok, just went and picked some stuff in the bedroom, and I’m going to flop some more. Don’t think I’m leaving the house. I can always order a pizza… in fact I may do that very soon. Take care everyone. *sniffle*

From the Starry Wisdom Library: Return of the Old Ones

Adding a new feature of my blog, ‘From the Starry Wisdom Library’ aka where I talk about my favorite things in the world, books. So get your reading glasses and get into your favorite chair, and lets look at a book.

Cthulhu rises, the Deep Ones come ashore, the Whatleys finally let the Old Ones back into our world. So what happens next? This has been a question for the Mythos fandom for years, and a number of authors have taken a stab at it. Latest, from Dark Regions Press, is ‘Return of the Old Ones’. 19 stories in 3 sections, pre-apocalypse, as the tentacles hit, and life after the world as we know it ends.

First though, some disclaimers. One, Brian M. Sammons, the editor of the collection sent me an eARC in exchange for a fair review. Second, I’m not the biggest fan of post-apocalypse fiction, Cthulhu or no Cthulhu. I find the afterward of the end of the world to be kind of depressing, and I read Mythos as escapist fiction. (and yes, I know what kind of nut I sound like saying that).

But when I read the ToC, I knew I’d enjoy this collection. Favorites like Jeffrey Thomas, Tim Curran, and William Meikle, among many others. Honestly, even the authors that aren’t my ‘favorites’ are still ones I cheerfully will read in any collection. And you get all kinds of stories, from apartments full of cultists, and why conspiracy theorists might lead us to the apocalypse, to zombies from beyond space-time and DARPA vs Deep ones, to finally we go true post Cthulhu Singularity, with colonies hiding underground, or in the swamps, or even a truly bizarre story that is equal bits ‘Star Trek’, trans-humanistic, and bizarro. No matter how you view the Mythos, there will be stories you love, and others you enjoy. I did find this to be a collection I read in sections, as some of the stories were dark in a way that Mythos doesn’t generally hit for me.

Currently Dark Regions Press is doing an Indiegogo for this as well as two other collections, ‘You, Human’ which is dark scifi, and ‘The Children of Gla’aki’, a tribute to Ramsey Campbell. They will be released in retail format after the Indiegogo is complete, and the backers have gotten their goodies. I’ve backed a number of their crowdfundings in the past, and I’ve always enjoyed what I received. So if you like your Mythos dark, and your human meat-snacks on the run, I’d recommend ‘Return of the Old Ones’.

Oh, and while I don’t recommend judging a book by it’s cover, but check out the cover…

RotOO Cover