00. I'm not feeling very bow tie this afternoon. Comments would be nice.
01. Yesterday there was email, and Subterranean Press
needed some stuff from me for The Yellow Book
, which, you may recall, is the FREE
hardcover chapbook that accompanies the limited edition (but not the trade) of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart
. Little odds and ends, nothing major. And I was still waiting to hear from an editor, so I proposed to Spooky that we proceed with a long, long delayed office renovation. We spent about an hour moving a shelf and books and stuff, then spent two hours realizing that the table we wanted to put in my office would never fit (this involved Spooky calling her Mom in South County to remeasure Spooky's sister Steph's old table out in the barn). Nope. No dice. So, I have resigned myself to being stuck in an office even smaller than my last (Mansfield Avenue, Atlanta, GA), which was, at best, a third as large as my office before that (Kirkwood Lofts, Atlanta, GA). A few years from now, at this rate, they'll have me writing in a restroom stall. Ah, well. At least then I'll never have an excuse to stand up. Anyway, in the end (no pun intended), yesterday was mostly a sadly and exhausting wasted day. Though, I did
leave the house
for the first time in five or six days.
02. In list of weird books to give the weird people in your lives
for the holidays (that would be Solstice and/or Cephalopodmas), Ann and Jeff VanderMeer, over at the Weird Fiction Review website
(virtual sister of the Centipede Press print digest of the same name), in their listing Two Worlds and In Between
, write:Standing as one member of the Triad of Infernal Weird – the three who clearly have signed pacts with demons to keep the quality of their story forever elevated – that also includes Thomas Ligotti and Michael Cisco, Kiernan has emerged since the 1990s as a master of the weird tale.
Clearly, we haven't been keeping those meetings secret enough
. Regardless, the VanderMeers strongly recommend the book ("This collection from Subterranean only confirms her brilliance."), along with several other very wonderfully weird titles (kittens, the word horror
, when used to denote a literary genre, is so very not
bow tie; parentheses are, though – trust me).
03. Today will be spent writing a very whimsical piece for Sirenia Digest
#73, "The Lost Language of Littoral Mollusca and Crustacea." Think Victorian flower language
(id est, floriography) and you're halfway there. I intend to enjoy
04. A point of etiquette (unless you happen to wish
to seem a douchebag):
a) When a kerfuffle is made over a company publicly insulting transgender persons
, and there is outrage, and said company wisely apologizes (though, note, I don't consider an apology an exoneration), and a somewhat prominent transgender author notes that at least this is evidence that change is coming, even if it's coming very, very slowly, do not
b) post in that authors' Facebook that, while you sympathize, you also find the insult funny, and then
c) when said author explains why it's not
fucking funny do not
d) dig in your heels and go on about how some people
take themselves too seriously, or
e) you will find yourself banned from that author's Facebook, Matthew Baker. Because admitting that you find a joke at the expense of transgender people funny, but also understanding it hurts them, but you still
find it funny, makes you a hateful and transphobic (here's that word again) douchebag. I'll not dwell on the coincidences that you are also
male, white, and cisgender. Also, definitely do NOT
begin emailing the author afterwards to call them names, because then you'll have graduated from douchebag to troll.
05. Last night, after sandwiches from the Eastside Market deli, we watched Scott Crocker's documentary on the mistaken resurrection of the (almost certainly) extinct Ivory-Billed Woodpecker (Campephilus principalis
), Ghost Bird
, with music by the amazing Zoë Keating
. Ghost Bird
is an exquisite film, not only because it documents this episode in the history of humanity's thoughtless elimination of other species, but because it serves as a case study of how science works: the theory, the methodology, responsibility, the politics, publishing, personal conflicts, and the perils of wishful thinking. See it; for the moment it can be streamed from Netflix.
After the film, there was Rift
(which is to say, my social life), and Indus reached Level 40 (only ten to go). Then I read a rather good story by Ramsay Campbell, "Getting It Wrong," who needs no one to tell him how the Plight of Family X can
, and usually does
, make for a truly dull story. By the way, one day soon, I'll explain why several books, including Danielewski's House of Leaves
, Anne River Siddons' The House Next Door
, my own The Red Tree
, and a few others, emphatically do not fall into the dreaded subgenre trap of "Family X Move Into the Bad House and Have Their Normative Domestic Bliss Wrecked by an Inconvenient Intrusion from Outside." The answer is surprisingly simple, though extraordinarily complex.
And now, the words.
Simply Complex and Complexly Simple,
Postscript (3:34 p.m.): Word from my editor at Penguin that the final and corrected cover of The Drowning Girl: A Memoir
is now up at Amazon.