Thursday, February 12, 2015

TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT: BEYOND THE BUSH!

Now available in paperback... release date: the Friday the 13th directly before Valentine's Day. Because we spit in the face of whatever gods are in charge of whatever this is. Ha!

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Monday, January 19, 2015

In which Robert Stark interviews me

Robert Stark has an interesting podcast show, featuring the likes of me. This was recorded back in the days when I was working 12-hour days as the sole proofreader/French translator/all-around bitch boy of an ad agency. Most money I've ever made, but as for the working conditions I had to keep repeating to myself: "At least I am warm and dry. At least I am warm and dry." Because I've had cold, wet jobs, but they have never lasted 60 hours a week.



http://www.starktruthradio.com/?p=972

Friday, January 16, 2015

Pierre Michel on Assassins

I haven't had time to translate it into English yet, but Pierre Michel, the Octave Mirbeau scholar, wrote much less incoherently than I did the day of the shootings:

http://www.mirbeau.org/advisor.html

Friday, August 8, 2014

TALKATIVE CORPSE: REVIEW in HEATHEN HARVEST

The Talkative Corpse, HOPELESS BOOKS' 2013 historical horror novel (to use these terms as loosely as humanly possible) gets some love from Heathen Harvest! :

http://heathenharvest.org/2014/08/03/the-talkative-corpse-a-love-letter-by-ann-sterzinger/

The hideous demonic manifestation calls itself Bertram, and informs him that he will destroy Kat, but only after Jaggo falls in love again. Additionally, killing off Kat comes with a price; Bertram must also kill someone Jaggo loves.

From here until the thrilling fireball-filled conclusion of the novel, Bertram follows Jaggo around, observing his movements, drinking all his beer and liquor, and making irreverent commentary. Inevitably, Jaggo meets a woman who is perfect for him, but he is afraid to fall in love with her for fear that she will be the one the animani takes as a price for Jaggo’s ill-advised incantation.

Much obliged, Heathens; much obliged. My occasional penchant for modern metal has not gone unrewarded by whatever Teutonic deity is in charge of karma (hey, I said it was occasional).