Not Dead Yet: The Listmaniacal Archive

I've gathered all the books I've reviewed in The Goreletter (since 2002) into some fun listmania lists over at amazon.com, and I'll keep adding titles to them from the "Not Dead Yet" department into the future. I've also been having way too much fun trolling around amazon for weird discoveries, and I have compiled a few other funky lists, like the Goofy Gory Gifts Galore list and other novelty lists. I'm apparently a listmaniac. After many years of neglect, I have updated my author profile on amazon.com, where you can find more weirdness and links to many of my books…

Hypnotica: The Zoomquilt II

The first Zoomquilt, back in 2005, was an amazing feat of online collaborative art. It took me five years to break out of its infinite loop. Little did I know that in 2007, it returned in a sequel that's even darker and more addictively hypnotic than the first. Are you ready for... ZOOMQUILT II Let's play a scavenger hunt together, shall we? See if you can spot the following on your never-ending journey into madness: + a pirate flag + a "warning dynamic killa" flag + "the end is nigh" flag + a "no Mickies" flag + a "hell" sign…

"Could it think, the heart would stop beating." -- Fernando Pessoa (died 1935)

My Heartfelt Thoughts

A Double-Take on The New Uncanny

Last year's Shirley Jackson Award winner for "Best Anthology" -- The New Uncanny: Tales of Unease, edited by Sarah Eyre and Rah Page (Comma Press, 2008) -- is a knockout example of genre renewal. The book features some of the best British horror authors alive, including Ramsey Campbell, Nicholas Royle, A.S. Byatt, Christopher Priest and many more...even Matthew Holness (whose comedic double from the BBC, Garth Merenghi, is echoed here). The book definitely deserved the Jackson Award for its ambition, because it makes for an interesting literary experiment. The book, essentially, was an assignment. All its contributors were challenged to…

gavage

Tap-tap-tap. Class, pay attention. I'm going to teach you a new word today. It's called "gavage." Say it out loud. No, not like "savage," Little Jimmy. It's pronounced like "garage." That's right, Mary: guhvahzh. Really resonate that last syllable in your mouth. What? No Patty, "garvage" is not a word. Gavage. Do any of you know what it means? No, Jimmy, it's not the trash you run over in your garage. No, Mary, it's not a battlefield dressing invented during the French revolution. What's that, Patty? No. Absolutely not. That's not even humanly possible. Take notes, class. "Gavage" is a…