Jack Womack
Author profile
born
January 08, 1956
in Lexington, Kentucky, The United States
gender
male
genre
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Random Acts of Senseless Violence
— published 1993 — 10 editions |
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Ambient
— published 1987 — 9 editions |
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Elvissey
— published 1992 — 8 editions |
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Terraplane
— published 1988 — 7 editions |
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Let's Put the Future Behind Us
— published 1996 — 6 editions |
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Heathern
— published 1990 — 6 editions |
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Going, Going, Gone
— 5 editions |
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Futuro zero
by Jack Womack, Giancarlo Carlotti |
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The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror: Eleventh Annual Collection
by Ellen Datlow (Goodreads Author) , Terri Windling (Goodreads Author) , Edward Bryant — published 1998 — 2 editions |
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The Mammoth Book of Fantasy
by Mike Ashley , Theodore R. Cogswell , Michael Moorcock — published 2001 |
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“As is often the case, the sole person not left speechless in awe by my brilliance is my own beloved wife.”
― Jack Womack, Let's Put the Future Behind Us
― Jack Womack, Let's Put the Future Behind Us
“A baby almost killed me as I walked to work one morning. By passing beneath a bus shelter's roof at the ordained moment I lived to tell my tale. With strangers surrounding me I looked at what remained. Laoughter from heaven made us lift our eyes skyward. The baby's mother lowered her arms and leaned out her window. Without applause her audience drifted off, seeking crumbs in the gutters of this city of God. Xerox shingles covered the shelter's remaining glass pane, and the largest read:
Want to be crucified. Have own nails.
Leave message on machine.
The fringe of numbers along the ad's hem had been stripped away. My shoes crunched glass underfoot; my skirt clung to my legs as I continued down the street. November dawn's seventy-degree bath made my hair lose its set. Mother above appeared ready to take her own bow; I too, as ever, flew on alone. ”
― Jack Womack, Heathern
Want to be crucified. Have own nails.
Leave message on machine.
The fringe of numbers along the ad's hem had been stripped away. My shoes crunched glass underfoot; my skirt clung to my legs as I continued down the street. November dawn's seventy-degree bath made my hair lose its set. Mother above appeared ready to take her own bow; I too, as ever, flew on alone. ”
― Jack Womack, Heathern
“You don't know who your friends are ... until you're not like them anymore.”
― Jack Womack, Random Acts of Senseless Violence
― Jack Womack, Random Acts of Senseless Violence
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