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Post by Dr Terror on Dec 21, 2012 11:23:53 GMT
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Post by dem bones on Dec 21, 2012 13:51:23 GMT
Thanks for the alert, Mr. Terrible, and well done to Lester Townsend on a very entertaining story! Braxton might be a "strictly limited editions no f**k*r in their right mind would read" snob, but at least he buys The Black Book of Horror. And how sweet he should learn of the Clive Peterson burglary from "the Vault of Evil message board." Kind of wish I'd attended DarkCon now, if only to witness the Probert-Oliver twin assault on Psychomania ....
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Post by dem bones on Mar 15, 2013 12:56:35 GMT
Lester Unmasks!Sorry if I'm about ten centuries behind everybody else, but 'Lester Townsend', who contributed the aforementioned 'The Man Who Collected Bloch to the Christmas Estronomicon, now has a blogspot. The only entry to date is his 'don't-go-to-the-horror-convention' classic, and, while Lester's 'complete profile' is anything but, it does provide a link to his other, far more substantial blog .....
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Post by Dr Terror on Mar 15, 2013 13:13:43 GMT
That link leads you up the wrong path, Dem.
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Post by dem bones on Mar 15, 2013 13:48:00 GMT
That link leads you up the wrong path, Dem. Oh bum.
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Post by dem bones on Jun 14, 2013 13:10:55 GMT
Now this is class .... Joe Hill - Best New Horror: (( PostScripts #5, Spring 2005: Stephen Jones (ed.) Best New Horror 17, Robinsons, 2006) "I mean all your horror nuts, and all those people who are always coming to see you, the horror people. Sweaty little grubs who get hard over corpses. That's the best part of this. Thinking that maybe Tracy can have a normal childhood. Thinking I'm finally going to get to have a life with healthy, ordinary grown-ups." Such is Elizabeth's parting snipe at husband Eddie Carroll, veteran editor of American Best New Horror. Selecting material for the forthcoming volume 17 has been more arduous than ever, as he's long detested the genre for the tedious heap of crap it is. "He felt weak at the thought of another story about vampires having sex with other vampires. He tried to struggle through Lovecraft pastiches, but at the first painfully serious mention of the Elder Gods, he felt some important part of him going numb inside ...."Harold Noonan a professor of English at Kathadan University, forwards a story, written by part-time UNI employee Peter Kilrue, that caused him no end of grief when he ran it in The True North Literary Review. Noonan strongly recommends Carroll consider Button Boy: A Love Story for his anthology, and, with nothing better to do, the jaded anthologist gives it the once over. Kilrue's story is twisted, misogynistic, offensive on any number of levels, and quite the freshest, nastiest, most original fiction Carroll's been sent to date. He quite simply has to include it in the annual showcase, but the author proves singularly difficult to locate. Noonan can't help - Kilrue has since quit his job - though the Prof. laughingly recalls a weird evening he spent with Pete and his 'disturbingly fat' elder brother, which culminated in the author giving bro a piercing he'd not requested as video footage of the Jonestown massacre looped on their TV. Then, a breakthrough: Carroll learns that Kilrue will be attending Dark FutureCon as it's taking place on his home turf. But Carroll agrees to fill in on a panel, and, when the debate finally concludes, Kilrue has already left. Matthew Graham - editor of extreme horror fanzine Rancid Fantasies, whose single claim to fame is that he published Kilrue's first story, Piggies - offers to drive him over to the Kilrue's farmhouse ..... and Poughkeepsie's answer to the Sawyer clan from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
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Post by helrunar on Nov 27, 2016 14:14:50 GMT
This thread is the stuff of genius!
Thank you and cheers,
H.
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Post by dem bones on Nov 27, 2016 16:44:32 GMT
This thread is the stuff of genius! Thank you and cheers, H. No genius involved I assure you, but an absolute joy to .... "research"! Same applies to the spin-off thread (which sank like a stone). How I would love for the better stories from both to be compiled into one audience-hostile anthology.
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Post by dem bones on May 23, 2018 15:31:00 GMT
John Brunner - The Pronounced Effect: (Weird Tales, Summer 1990). How do you say 'Cthulhu'? It's young Lies Andrassy's first Linguistics Convention and she's suitably terrified. Pompous know-all Professor Simon Tolcaster is intent on trashing her ailing father's life work and she is ill-equipped to argue his criticisms. Help comes in the form of kindly stranger, Prof. Jaques De Ville of Miskatonic University, who dupes the smug critic into summoning a demon. Andrassy is vindicated, his rival cremated live on stage, the audience get their money's worth, and Lies enjoys the most wonderful night of her life. Sometimes the Devil is a gentleman.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 12, 2018 4:27:24 GMT
Hugh Alsin - Convention Hitler!: (Douglas J. Ogurek [ed], Unsplatterpunk 2: Theaker's Quarterly Fiction #63, Aug. 2018). The English Horror Group annual convention at Fort Hotel, Taunton, is overrun by an army of perma-vomiting, flesh-eating cyborg Nazi's led by small press publisher Adolf Hitler. When a first time attendee complains at the massacre, he's barred from the event by organisers Eric Cairn and the formidable Dorothy Poe ("I haven't heard Hitler say anything racist") on grounds of intolerance, discrimination, body-shaming & Co. Pop culture references include Kayne West, Nicki Minaj, Jay-Z, Dr. Who Pringles, and, fabulously, Lionel Fanthorpe's Down The Badger Hole. Unsplatterpunk #2 is available for free in a variety of e-formats from Theaker's Quarterly.
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Post by johnnymains on Dec 19, 2019 15:04:57 GMT
'Flying to Byzantium' by Lisa Tuttle from A Nest of Nightmares (Sphere 1986)
Sheila Stoller, author of Moonlight Under the Mountain has been paid to travel to fly back to Texas - not to her home town, but to a science fiction convention in Byzantium, to meet her fans. First of all she realises she doesn't know anyone who has invited her - secondly, will she ever get to leave Byzantium?
Lisa herself says: This is a story that seems to resonate with many writers, especially those who’ve been invited to be a guest at conventions or small book festivals. And, yes, it is based on personal experience. Although, as I have found with other stories inspired by actual events in my life, the act of writing the story is a kind of exorcism, and afterwards (especially now, so long afterwards) I find it hard to remember what really happened during my first Guest-of-Honor gig, because the fictional events and characters have moved in and colonized my memory.
The real events took place in Texas. The story was written some four or five years later, when I was living in England.
To be fair, this story would be equally at home in the Slimy Fans section.
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Post by dem bones on May 26, 2020 16:33:11 GMT
Simon Van Den Berg Nick Mamatas - Mainevermontnewhampshiremass ( Weird Tales, July-Aug 2008). In which we ask why all the horror authors seem to live in the same place. The horror festival at Copelys, Rovers Corner, Maine, comes under attack from a swarm of carnivorous junebugs unleashed when monster-fatso Shelly Johnson lets fly a scream. "Take that, you paperback-writin' hacks!" A massacre ensues. HPL drops by, surveys the butchered corpses of the conventioneers, moves on. Included here for sake of completism. Story too deep and meaningful for my tiny brain to comprehend. There have been a lot like that down the years.
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Post by andydecker on May 26, 2020 18:10:56 GMT
Great picture!
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Post by Middoth on May 27, 2020 7:34:00 GMT
Act of Providence by Joseph Payne Brennan (Donald M. Grant, Publisher, Inc. 1979)
Lucius Leffing (and Brennan) showed up in a novel in 1979, "Act of Providence". Cthulhu mythos fiction set in Providence during the first World Fantasy Convention in 1975
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Post by dem bones on May 27, 2020 10:15:06 GMT
Charles Black - Satan's Sabbat: “Have you ever been to one of those conventions? Packed with fans they are. Bloody pests, that’s what fans are. If only they stuck to buying my books I’d be a lot happier. But oh no, it’s, ‘Can I have your autograph, Mr Wycherly?’ or some tedious question about this or that.”Black Magic novelist Desmond Wycherly is less than appreciative of his adoring public. To best of my knowledge, this story, once intended for inclusion in Black Ceremonies, remains unpublished.
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