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      11-23-07: 'Haggopian and Other Stories' by Brian Lumley
          ; Agony Column Podcast News Report : A Conversation with Bookseller Maryelizabeth
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        Forty Years of Mythos
 
 
              Well, for me almost. I
			think it's been thirty-eight years since I first stumbled on the "burning skull" Lancer edition of H. P. Lovecraft
        in a liquor store in Covina, California. And the very things that interested
        in me in Lovecraft's fiction then draw me to it and it's ilk now. As
        a fiction writer, Lovecraft employed some pretty sophisticated narrative
        techniques. "The Call of Cthulhu" has a very modern-seeming "documentary-like" feel,
        with its collection of news clippings and narrative. And while Lovecraft's
        prose was often over-the-top, he was adept at letting the readers draw
        their own conclusions. So I've stuck with the Lovecraftian authors I
        found back then, by and large, because they still appeal to me today.
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                        looks like a lot more than a taint to me! |  
 For Brian Lumley, it in fact has been forty years of Lovecraftiana. Back
      in 1967, Lumley, then a soldier serving in Berlin with the military police,
      decided he wanted to get his own science-fiction horror published. He studied
      the markets and found that one August Derleth was The Man. Lumley was a
      smart fellow, so he sat down, penned stories that suited the market and
      sold them. Over the years, I encountered them in a variety of settings.
      I have the Arkham House collection, 'The Horror At Oakdeene' and loose
      copies of the wonderful Weirdbook, a large format sort-of magazine published
      by Paul Ganley in the 1970's and 1980's. I remember buying Weirdbook from
      an odd store in San Pedro. They didn't have a lot of SF or horror and they
      did have titles that they clearly didn't know what to do with. The same
      store sold me Weirdbook and a Scream/Press copy of Dennis Etchison's 'The
      Blood Kiss'. Linoleum floors, florescent lights. A jumbled, almost junky
      feel. It was like stumbling into a bookstore from a Lovecraft story to
      find Lovecraftian fiction.
 
 All this leading up to 'Haggopian and Other Stories: Best Mythos Tales,
      Volume Two' (Subterranean Press; May 2008 ; $40), which follows on from
      'The Taint and Other Novellas: Best Mythos Tales, Volume One' (Subterranean
      Press; October 31, 2007; $40). For all that Lovecraft innovated and created,
      perhaps his greatest creation was his willingness, indeed his encouragement
      of other writers to expand his fictional universe. As Lumley points out
      in his introduction to the second volume, August Derleth played a big part
      in this expansion of Lovecraft's cosmology. And as readers, we can be thankful
      he encouraged a young British soldier to keep on writing.
 
 The result is that some forty years later, we have not one, but two lovely
      books chock full of ichor, slime, and writhing black voids from the esteemed
      Lumley. Lumley's stuff is not exactly your typical mythos fiction. He has
      a sort of brash and often gruff voice, less that of a scholar and more
      of an old soldier, come home with tales, tall and otherwise. You can be
      sure of one thing. Lumley wants to creep you out and entertain you.
 
 That is certainly accomplished. The title story, "Dagon's Bell", "Cement
      Surroundings" offer the "comfort reading" feel of mythos
      stories with Lumley's smirkingly evil twist. Lumley also writes a series
      of high-fantasy stories that combine disparate elements in Lovecraft's
      work perhaps more effectively than Lovecraft himself did. "Curse of
      the Golden Guardians" benefits from a combination of Robert E. Howard-style
      sword-and-sorcery shtick with the monsters from Lovecraft's pantheon. You'll
      also find a few Titus Crow stories between the two volumes, "Name
      and Number" from 'Haggopian' being one of my favorites.
 
 
 
              
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                      of many B&W illustrations in the latest series entry. |  Now Lumley is an acquired taste. But it's pretty damn easy to acquire
            that taste with Subterranean's presentation. Bob Eggleton has been
            working with
      Lumley on projects for Tor and for SP, and he's at it once again for these
      two volumes. There are lots of wonderful little illustrative grace notes
      inside the books and stunning cover images. It's a great partnership that
      makes reading the work even more fun. These stories have been reprinted
      all over the place, but it's nice to have them all in a one-stop shopping
      format. This is the kind of book that just feels right to own. It's unpretentious,
      entertaining, and really quite a bit smarter and craftier than it lets
      on. Let Brian Lumley be our evil uncle and tell you the sort of stories
      your parents would rather you not hear. Shelf space is always at a premium;
      these books earn their keep. Forty years from now, the world will be quite
      different. For all we know, R'lyeh may rise in the interim. New authors
      will be adding the body of work; and Lumley himself is probably not done
    with it yet. That's a lot of mythos.
 
 
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        Agony Column Podcast News Report : A Conversation with Bookseller Maryelizabeth
        Hart : "No, it's not paranormal romance!"Today's Agony Column
            Podcast News Report is a conversation with bookseller Maryelizabeth
            Hart of Mysterious
      Galaxy in San Diego, California. We talked
      about their history, their relationships with publishers big and small;
      the usual topics.   One of the three owners of Mysterious Galaxy is Jeff
      Marriot, author of 'The
      Slab'. Then I put my foot in it so to speak, when
      I asked the usual question about forthcoming titles. I find it odd that
      booksellers
      tend to be reluctant when it comes to pitching their faves, but Maryelizabeth
      did give me some insight into why that might be. Happily, when she talked
      about what she was reading, I described it as "paranormal romance",
      which elicited a delightfully unexpected reaction. You
      can hear the results on this MP3, and know I'll be sure to try and
      keep pushing bookseller buttons. 
 
 
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      11-22-07: 'Elric: The Stealer of Souls' by Michael Moorcock
          ; Agony Column Podcast News Report : A Conversation With Jeremy Lassen
        of Nightshade Books
 
 
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        A Young Man's Primer for Survival in an Unfriendly World
 
 
            There comes a time when a teenage boy is susceptible. Vulnerable to the
          perils Evil Literature, the whispering drone of Genre Fiction. When Lovecraft
          Calls. When Moorcock answers.
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                      exciting photocopy ARC. I love this. Uh huh. |  
 In a recent conversation with a bookseller – I'm pretty sure it was
        Jack Rems of Dark Carnival – we talked about the importance of keeping
        the classics in print, the better to imprint new generations of readers.
        As great as today's authors are, the classics are thusly described for
        a reason. 'Dune', 'Childhood's End', 'The Call of Cthulhu', 'Something
        Wicked This Way Comes', 'Who Goes There?' – these are among the books
        that corrupt young minds, that shape them into lean, mean reading machines.
        Lovecraft asks the cosmic questions; and Michael Moorcock provides the
        passive-aggressive answers. I can't imagine there are many male science
        fiction fans out there who at a certain tender age managed to avoid encountering
        Elric of Melniboné. God, if you did, how lucky are you? I mean,
        sheesh, you get to encounter 'Elric: The Stealer of Souls' (Del Rey / Random
        House ; 2008 ; $14.95) for the first time in a pretty damn nice trade paperback
        edition with "illustrations throughout" by John Picacio. I'm
        not sure how they're defining "throughout" – the photocopied
        ARC I have has a few, but, heck that's a lot more than I encountered in
        the cheesy 1970's paperbacks that I read.
 
 Here's why Elric is so appealing. He's an albino wimp, pretty much powerless,
        but for his sword – Stormbringer – which takes the souls of
        those whom it kills and feeds their energy to poor pathetic Elric, transforming
        him into a functioning human. Now that's a useful technology. Moorock writes
        these books at eleven, so to speak. They're beyond lurid; lurid is as pale
        as Elric compared to the hothouse fever that Moorcock generates, pumping
        up everything to a fully saturated frenzy. Monsters galore, voluptuous
        maidens, the gods themselves slipping between the dimensions; Moorcock
        did it in a manner that will turn just about any teenage boy into an avid
        reader. You've just got to get them hooked early. Reading is addictive,
        it's a drug, so make use of that fact and put these dangerous drugs in
        the hands of innocent children so you can hook impressionable young minds
        early.
 
 All right. Done with the rewind, let's take a quick look at what you've
        got here. Fifteen bucks, trade paperback, omnibus editions; the first volume
        contains 'The Stealer of Souls' and 'Stormbringer', which really makes
        these a pretty decent deal. If you pay twice the cost of an MMPB, you get
        the contents of two MMPB's in one book. You get the bonus of Picacio's
        illustrations; you know they're impeccable. You get a gallery of old Elric
        book and magazine covers and some assorted letters. Sounds like a deal
        to me.
 
 It's up to you to become the dealer. This is how you hook the next generation.
        Keep the classics in print. Do 'em up decently, 'cos they've got to compete
        with movies, Internet porn and video games. Put them front and center;
        when those minds are susceptible, hook 'em. Don’t expect them to
      thank you; we are after all, talking about teenage boys.
 
 
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        Agony Column Podcast News Report : A Conversation With Jeremy Lassen of
        Night Shade Books : Taking on NY
 
 
            
            
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              Lassen of Night Shade Books. |  
 
 
            
            Last night, I had a
        conversation with Jeremy Lassen of Night Shade Books about their journey
        from specialty press to competition with the NY giants.
          You
          can hear the MP3 of our conversation here. If you're interested in
        the nuts-and-bolts of publishing books, then this is the place to start;
        we talked about finding distribution and a printer, and I have to say I
        was rather surprised by what I learned. When we read so much doom and gloom
        about the state of book publishing, with yet another recent article about
        how few people read, etc etc out earlier this week, it's bracing to chat
        with someone who started up from nothing and is bringing back the midlist,
        taking on NY and making a living doing so. I don’t care what sort
        of cheesy e-reader gets shoved in our faces. The people who make these
        things seem without clue as to what makes books appealing to readers. The
        fact is, it's a technology that has survived for more than half a millennium.
      It's actually doing better than democracy.
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      11-21-07: Michael Flynn Visits 'Eifelheim' : Agony Column
        Podcast News Report : A Conversation with Molly Gloss from SF in SF
 
 
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        Cost-Per-Page Calculations
 
 
            
            Had I been able to get my hands on a hardcover version of Michael
          Flynn's        'Eifelheim' (Tor / Tom Doherty Associates ; November 13, 2007 ; $14.95),
        I would have been all over it even before it ended up as a Hugo Finalist.
        It's just the kind of book I love, a genre fiction novel that sidesteps
        the genre and winds up in a no-man's land of what can only be called
        great writing. Two stories intertwine in this intricately put-together
        novel. In the present, Tom Schwoerin and Sharon Nagy puzzle over the
        disappearance of a small town in the depths of history. Tom's a historian
        and he's got a theory about settlement and city distribution, which suggests
        that even though the town of Eifelheim disappeared in the mid-fourteenth
        century, it should have been resettled. It wasn't, and that bugs him.
        Sharon's working on some thorny theoretical physics that are bugging
        her.
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 Back in 1348, in the township of Oberhochwald, Father Dietrich has his
      own share of problems. The plague is beginning to decimate Europe. The
      people are scared. Terrible, inexplicable deaths – not from the plague,
      but something stranger – make things worse. Something has fallen
      to earth in the forest outside the town. This being a book from Tor, you
      can be it's not a tree, but rather, an alien spacecraft. History is about
      to be unmade.
 
 Tom, Sharon and Dietrich's paths will converge on a truth that is stranger
      than the tales told by the old women of Oberhochwald, which will be renamed
      Teufelheim, a name corrupted into Eifelheim. As time corrupts everything,
      except the value of a well-written novel.
 
 And 'Eifelheim' is certainly well-written, with a slab of actual physics,
      detailed insight into historical research and lots of actual history as
      well. It's the sort of novel that would appeal to readers who like historical
      fiction, magic realism, science fiction, fantasy, horror, and even literary
      fiction. In other words, readers.
 
 With magnifying glasses.
 
 Open this delightful novel up and you'll have an abject, object lesson
      in cost-per-page calculations staring, no squinting you in the eye. That's
      because even though it's been released in a trade paperback format, Tor
      has seen fit to print this novel in teeny-tiny type that almost immediately
      makes you want to put the book back on the shelves. After all, we have
      a lot of great books out there, and many of them are more readable. If
      you’re going to spend your time reading, you don’t want to
      have to screw-up your eyes out the magnifying goggles. You wear those goggles
      at the taqueria and I guarantee the other patrons will stare. But what
      is your choice when the type is so small.
 
 Now, Tor has obviously been too much time with the cost-benefits folks
      in their accounting department. After all, they were the ones to split
      a Charlie Stross novel. Probably made a fair coin on it, since even I recommended
      the book. That said, here's the calculation. If we make the type this large,
      then the book has this many pages, and we have to sell it at this price
      point; if we shrink the font, we have fewer pages, the same sell-through
      and we actually make a (better) profit. I'm sure they’ve got the
      numbers on their side. But the fact of the matter is that they certainly
      don’t have this reader on their side. I understand some of the biz
      of books. And I care about it, I really do. I want publishers to go on
      publishing books. Yes, I've seen the latest ebooks, and they still underwhelm
      me. And get this, even though I have an iPod and use it listen to music,
      I still prefer buying CDs to buying online. I want the thing to hold in
      my sweaty hands. The point being that to the customers, the generous formats
      do still matter. I'm the die-hard, the guy you want to be willing, no happy
      to fork out my hardly-earned dollars for an afternoon spent in a plague-threatened,
      alien-visited town in the fourteenth century. You don't want me looking
      at the page and thinking, "Holy shit, I'm old!" You want me thinking, "That
      looks like a damn fine book, I'm buying it now." I don’t know
      how many people are making that calculation. But I am. And I calculate
      that Tor has sort of shot themselves in the foot here, and done a disservice
      to an otherwise fine piece of writing, a book that to my mind could have
      slipped into the trade paperback foo-foo fiction shelves and done well
      by itself. Sit it next to the latest Chabon title, 'Gentlemen of the Road',
      they have simpatico covers, and themes, sort of. Then open up the Chabon
      and note how the layout invites you to read.
 
 Now, 'Eifelheim' certainly invites the reader along. It's a wonderful addition
      to your library and the intended reading experience will be Worth Your
      Valuable Time. But damn. Those embarrassing goggles, or the skinny little
      glasses you buy at the drugstore for $13.95? Well, that's a cost right
      there, a calculation that is easy to forget. It can disappear into the
      winds of history more easily than a fourteenth-century German hamlet visited
    by critters from another world.
 
 
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 Agony Column Podcast News Report : A Conversation with Molly Gloss from
          SF in SF : Strange Lights in the Sky
 
 
        
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                latest from Molly Gloss, left; an earlier novel with Fortean
                themes. |  
      If you haven't already
          done so, make sure you listen
          to the MP3 of Molly Gloss reading her story "Lambing Season" at last week's SF in SF,
          before you listen
          to the MP3 of my interview with her after the event. Yes,
        she talks about her latest book, 'The Hearts of Horses', and 'Wild Life',
        a book about a woman who is lost in the Pacific Northwest forest and finds
        herself living with a group of large, hairy giants. Calling
        Loren Coleman!        Gloss is a superb writer, especially for those of us who like our Fortean
        elements of the fantastic to emerge from a familiar reality so closely examined
        that it begins to reveal a wealth of new details. She also talks about "Lambing
        Season", however, in a manner that to my minds would spoil the flow
        of this gorgeous story. So, listen up, in order, and enjoy. We've just
        met a fine new writer by the name of Molly Gloss, who writes fiction
        in a most
        specific genre: Molly Gloss Fiction. Look at it that way, and there are
        lots of genres to choose from.
 
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      11-20-07: 'The Complete Poetry and Essential Prose of John
          Milton' ; Agony Column Podcast News Report : Molly Gloss Reading at SF in SF
 
 
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        A Book Brick Foundation
 
 
            How can I possibly resist?
        'The Complete Poetry and Essential Prose of John Milton' (Modern Library
        / Random House ; November 13, 2007 ; $55)
          edited by William Kerrigan, John Rumrich and Stephen M. Fallon, has a
          price tag to match its size. But it's worth it, and it's especially worth
          it to those might be inclined to read fantasy, science fiction, poetry,
          philosophy, high-falutin' litrachur (it does not falute any higher than
          this) – in short, readers. Here's a book brick that can easily
          serve as the foundation not just for your book collection, but hell,
          for much of modern literature itself.
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                      Paradise regained. |  
 Before I talk about the specifics of this edition of Milton, inspired by
        the book, I need to talk about why Milton is so essential to me. And as
        you might expect, it's all about Paradise Lost, which allowed me to link
        up my science fiction and fantasy reading background with the deep history
        of writing itself. Paradise Lost is one of those books that's actually
        best read first in a college course on literature. A decent instructor
        will help you discern the disparate elements and clarify your vision of
        the whole.
 
 And what a whole! Read Paradise Lost and the whole of 20th century fantasy
        falls at your feet. A dream journey through a strange land, a flawed hero
        of evil, a vision of the cosmos, a vision of moral order; it's all here
        in unmistakably gorgeous language. Writing in blank verse, the blind man,
        four times bereaved, having lost two wives and their children, struggled
        through the world of human existence and the world beyond human existence,
        to create visions of awe and wonder that are in every sense iconic. Paradise
        Lost is a rip-roaring adventure, full of battles and betrayals while at
        the same time being a subtle meditation of the perils and powers of existence.
        The bottom line is that it is a damn good read, even some 330 years after
        it was first published in 1667.
 
 But all that is undisputed and I'm sure all my readers understand it well.
        So what is it about this book brick that makes it better than the dog-eared
        trade paperback versions from your college years lurking somewhere on your
        shelves? Annotation. It's one thing to immerse yourself in Milton, it's
        another entirely to do so in the presence of intelligent editors like William
        Kerrigan, John Rumrich and Stephen M. Fallon. The carefully written introduction
        to Paradise Lost in this edition is pretty damn gripping reading, considering
        that it's scholarly commentary on one of the most commented-upon works
        ever written. If you want to buy this book for Paradise Lost alone, then
        you've made affine investment.
 
 But there's so much more; all of this poetry, from Psalm 115, by a fifteen
        year-old Milton to Samson Agonistes, which may actually pre-date Paradise
        Lost. There are generous slabs of Milton's best prose, including selections
        (ie, 200-plus pages!) from the still chillingly relevant Christian Doctrine.
        Consider this: "The process of restoring religion to something of
        its pure, original state, after it had been defiled with impurities for
        more than thirteen hundred years, dates from the beginning of the last
        century....I focused my studies primarily upon Christian doctrine, because
        nothing else can so effectively wipe away those two repulsive afflictions,
        tyranny and superstition, from human life and from the human mind..."
 
 Milton is of course reason enough to shell out some sixty bucks. But Kerrigan,
        Rumrich and Fallon have assembled a suitably epic collection of introductions,
        glosses and text notes of a quality that matches the text they illuminate.
        There's nothing like great material to inspire exciting scholarly text,
        and make no mistake about it, if you love reading, then you’re quite
        likely to find the scholarly essays here very exciting. Milton is behind
        so much of what and indeed think today that the reading well-written essays
        about his work is bound to create synergistic sparks in any mind.
 
 The book itself is really very nice. The print is nicely sized for easy
        reading and there are a few illustrations in B&W. Color plates would
        have been nicer, but probably added another $25 to the cover price and
        really, illustrations are rather superfluous when you're talking about
        Milton. Even if they're by Yeats. No, all you really need a decent light,
        a comfortable chair and a bit of time to focus an lose yourself in the
      world before the world.
 
 
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        Agony Column Podcast News Report : Molly Gloss Reading at SF in SF : "Lambing Season"
 If there were any
          justice in this world, then the SF in SF events
          would be sold out, 25-bucks a pop affairs. Last week's was no exception,
          featuring
          Molly Gloss, Karen Joy Fowler, and Terry Bisson, as
          well as the usual crew from Tachyon
          PUblications,
          Jacob and Rina Weisman, and Borderlands
          Books. Attending as well were
          Carter Scholz and Michael Blumlein. Originally, my first podcast from
          the event was to be an interview with Molly Gloss. But, like moderator
          Terry Bisson, I've decided to offer her reading first and without comment.
          The story is titled "Lambing Season"; here's
          a link to the MP3 reading. This is a superb story that to me seems
          destined to become a classic.
 
 
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      11-19-07: Tom Brokaw at the Rio Theater
 
 
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        'Boom!'Today's podcast
            is a recording of Tom Brokaw's performance at the Rio Theater, on
            November 8, taken direct from the mixer. And it is
          a performance,
        not simply a lecture. Brokaw has after all spent more time in front of
        a camera than most of humanity, more time than most actors. But he's
        not an actor; he's a storyteller. What struck me was that this story
        was tailored for Santa Cruz. If he did this for all his stops, then well – that's
        a lot of work. You can hear the results here in MP3 and here in RealAudio.
        Boom. 
 
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