One snowy night Lauren Kemper, the only doctor in a small ski town, is called out to a building leased by a team of scientists doing research in the frozen hills. What she finds there is one of the scientists, sick, collapsed with her stomach bulging and squirming as if she was pregnant. But not ten minutes ago Marianne was in good health, with a stomach as flat as a board. It’s what Lauren finds inside, what Marianne’s corpse gives birth to in Lauren’s clinic and what escapes to terrorize a small ski town, that sets off this horror story.
Hosts reminds me a lot of Dean Koontz’s Phantoms, boiled down to all the action. It lands more on the mainstream side of horror, that with wide reader appeal, than with the more esoteric books available. The characters are developed enough, but remain typical, ordinary people. The danger is threatening enough to maintain suspense without losing readers with fuzzy logic, or horrendously bad science. It’s also not a completely insurmountable danger, so as not to drown readers in hopelessness and fear.
Hosts is a solid, if not short, and enjoyable read that’s probably best for readers who enjoy books by King and Koontz rather than Edward Lee. It’s a great time killer with few overt problems. A stronger touch from an editor could have helped some to strengthen the story itself, but rather than making a dismal book good it would have only made a good book better.
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Murky Depths stands out among the offerings of the small press, largely because it contains graphic strips and illustrations, as well as the mix of dark genre work that I find simply tantalizing.
Issue 7 features a large number of dark science fiction tales, each one excellent examples of the genre.
“Scratch” by Jason Palmer is half mystery and half psychological science fiction where people wear their obsessions and addictions on their arms, or legs, or tongues, and the battle to resist self destructive tendencies overshadows the battles of good and survival and everything else.
The first graphic offering, “A Brief History of Dogfighting” by James Johnson is a silent film, of sorts, with a deeply ironic tone and a fast pace. Following it and backing up the silent film feel, is a behind the scenes feature which chronicles the evolution of the storyline and the story as a piece of art.
“The Longest Road in the Universe” by CS MacCath is an incredibly emotion piece, easily the kind one might find in a larger publication, following a member of a species bred and genetically manipulated to love and serve a “higher species”. But when their parental figures who used and abused them vanish a whole race has to face their own abuse, with varying, and in this story almost lovingly detailed, results. This is definitely one not to miss.
The immediate follow up, “A Healthy Outlook” by Bill Ward, is a short, tight piece that shows the same sort of mental turmoil, from the point of view someone so die-hard-determined not to be a victim that the farce reaches a morbidly funny point.
“Viewer’s Choice” by Willie Meikle keeps to the themes of obsession while softening the science fiction focus. Here the lead can’t break away from his television, to the point that all the major memories in his life have a direct link to a television event. A situational story, it nonetheless clearly comments on our favorite societal past time.
“Bite the Bullet” also by James Johnson, is a fantastic romp through the limits of future technology, exploring how technology affects us, for good or ill.
“Psong” by Ian Rogers has less focus. A story about a futuristic assassin, the reader is loaded down with personality and detail without much context. Of course since the lead is a telepath and an object reader this adds more strength to the point of view of the assassin, but readers still have a very limited view of why this story is taking place at all.
“Survivalist” by Kevin Brown is one of the best vampire stories I’ve read lately, bringing the old Gothic critter into the modern world without turning it into a sex idol.
“Bait” by Paul Milliken follows the vampire story with its natural counterpart, a shape shifter story. This one follows the more traditional formula of an ordinary person whose life intersects with a monster. But this monster comes from the sea and remains more of a mystery than readers might like.
Luke Cooper’s “Flashback” adds another tale to the collection surrounding his gritty detective neck deep in the war between Heaven and Hell. In this addition to a potentially interesting plot, readers learn how Goulding got sucked into the Big War in the first place, but his role in it still remains a mystery.
Finally comes “Haruspex” by William Douglas Goodman, a second place finisher to the earlier “The Long Road Home” which brings the issue back around to tales of twisted mentality. In this story a boy finds that he’s gained the ability to get visions from dead animals, which has interesting results when your father is a trophy hunter.
All together here’s another fine issue that shows the people behind Murky Depths have their head on straight. I look forward to more.
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Michele Lee’s Rot is an impressive debut novella that applies everything we’ve come to know as readers about the zombie and adds a weighty sociological twist that will surprise in its implications.
From the back cover of Amberville one might expect a cross between Sesame Street and The Sopranos. Eric Bear, years after leaving behind a life of drugs and a job as a runner for a mafia king, opens his apartment door to find his former boss, the mafia head Nicholas Dove visiting with a request—take Dove’s name off the infamous Death List (literally a list of those slated to disappear from the world) or he will have his gorillas tear apart Eric’s beloved wife, Emma Rabbit.
This kicks off the reforming of Eric’s small gang, Tom-Tom Crow, Sam Gazelle and Snake Marek, who have all moved on from their criminal pasts in their own ways, and a desperate hunt for the society’s biggest secret, the Death List and its writer.
But after finishing Amberville readers will find it to be a very peculiar book. Somewhere between a mafia mystery and a higher-brow literary work addressing the nature of good and evil in the world, Amberville balances a deep mystery and action with deep, soulful contemplations (by mad men, or mad bears as the case may be). In fact the literary, contemplative sections which can, at times come off as lagging bits in the pacing of the plot, genuinely serve to distract and set up the reader, a sign of some truly clever writing.
Yes, the characters really are stuffed animals, living in a world where many things are very clearly defined for them (such as the good areas of town literally being painted different colors from the bad ones). And that analogy doesn’t go very far, in that the type of animal a character is doesn’t necessarily define who they are. And there aren’t really any musing on the nature of man versus beast. But each animal is a full, fleshy—or stuffed—whole with a parallel personality type in our world.
Amberville is the kind of book you wouldn’t think about reading, or you’d expect to not like, only to discover it has a lot more to offer than can be explained on the book jacket. It absolutely keeps you guessing, up to the last sentence, and asks questions but never presumes to offer answers, making it a very good read indeed.
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And all of this brings me to a painful bit of truth about myself. I know I’ve been doing a lot of linking to other writers lately, and in part it’s been because I’ve been sick, and in part because there are just so many people saying great things. But in part because I feel that I’m sort of frozen in time, in progress right now.
Rot is out, Diener is out. I have no more contracts, I’ve acted on the best chances for more publication available to me right now (that means I’ve written for and submitted to the editors who have directly invited me to do so and at this point I’m just waiting to hear how things turn out). I’ve pursued much of the promotion I intended for Rot (especially considering it’s a small press novella that won’t be widely available in stores, so the promo plan is more to keep it gaining reviews and reader reactions and dig in for the long hall rather than a big burst and vanish, like books often do.)
I am working on new stories. I’m over 10k into a new novel and I just finished a really good short story last night. I’m keeping my work out to the markets that are open. But there just isn’t anything going on.
Now that can change quickly, but until then I have to just keep moving forward and letting most things gain or lose momentum on their own.
There are lots of people out there with more experience than me, more awareness than me and more knowledge than me. They are also wonderfully vocal people, who commonly share their experience and knowledge. So in the face of so much wonderful information and people who, frankly, put it better than me I find myself with very little to say other than “Yeah, what they said.”
Which is also the case with my submissions. It’s called Janey-on-the-Brink. I’ve blogged about it before. But what it comes down it is I am getting the best possible rejections in response to my work, but not yet consistently selling. Please keep in mind that Rot was accepted in January and Diener was accepted last year. Since then I’ve gotten a number of really positive, really personal rejection from places I never thought I’d submit to in the first place. I mean, I’ve gotten a number of “Final round, but we ran out of space” rejections and even one that said the story was rejected mostly because it was third person and they were looking for first person stories (which is the opposite of what most markets seem to look for.)
On one hand, it’s utterly ridiculous that I am that close and just not making it. On the other, as a critic of myself I can’t help wonder what element I’m missing in my work that’s holding me back.
Several people whose opinions I trust have said the element that I’m missing is timing, luck, serendipity, if you will. They have a good point. But again, as a self-critic I can’t help thinking I just must be doing something wrong.
This is what’s hardest about publishing, it’s so very subjective and good work goes unbought all the time. Readers have a glut of good fiction, poor fiction and knock-off fiction to buy. But on this side, I have to decide which is more important to work on, the horror stories that I’ve been able to establish myself in, or the urban fantasy novel which has a much higher chance of breaking me into a large audience? Do I trying to duplicate the level and feel of Rot to try to be consistent as a writer and build an audience by proving my work to be reliably what those readers want? Or do I do something new, something different to show my versatility and to try to capture more promising markets?
I’m not looking for answers, because there aren’t any. There’s just hedging your bets and hoping you made the right choice. but that leaves me (and many other writers) appearing to do nothing, while keeping their heads down and hoping for some forward momentum.
So if it seems that I’m quiet lately (which I won’t be probably for the rest of the week, since I have a few things saved up to blog about) this is why. And if you’re in the trenches fighting as well, good luck! And keep going.
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