Curses
I've brooded on this before, but I'm still piqued that THE CURSED EARTH just didn't get appreciated when it came out.
It's one of my favorite novels I've written, in that it's a great pastiche of so many things I love, and it's funny and kooky. I dig that book, and poured myself into it.
I wrote that brick in 46 days, in a fever-dream of inspiration. It's probably my masterpiece of meta-horror (I hesitate to call it pure horror -- it's more horror-comedy-thriller as I've said before). When I wrote it, I remember feeling that keenly.
As ever, I have no expectations when I get books out there. I want them to do well, but the overwhelming trend is for them not to do well.
All the same, it's a bummer for me, because there's a lot in that book. There ought to be, as it's a big novel (the biggest I've written, at 480 pages. And I always feel the sneaking suspicion that this is what curses it -- it's a BIG novel.
In this world where people's attention spans are fleeting, and there are so many other things to do, reading (let alone reading a big book) is at the back of the line for most.
Maybe it's just that. Still bums me out, because it deserved an audience, and never got it. I see other people's mushroom horror (aka, sporror) books get trotted out and gushed over, but THE CURSED EARTH is never among them.
I mean, all it has is: folk horror, cosmic horror, fungus horror, gangsters, conspiracies, covens, witches & witchcraft, a killer clown, malevolent mimes, psychedelia, comedy, parody, satire, and major mayhem.
Perhaps someday readers will stumble onto it and love it as much as I did.
It's one of my favorite novels I've written, in that it's a great pastiche of so many things I love, and it's funny and kooky. I dig that book, and poured myself into it.
I wrote that brick in 46 days, in a fever-dream of inspiration. It's probably my masterpiece of meta-horror (I hesitate to call it pure horror -- it's more horror-comedy-thriller as I've said before). When I wrote it, I remember feeling that keenly.
As ever, I have no expectations when I get books out there. I want them to do well, but the overwhelming trend is for them not to do well.
All the same, it's a bummer for me, because there's a lot in that book. There ought to be, as it's a big novel (the biggest I've written, at 480 pages. And I always feel the sneaking suspicion that this is what curses it -- it's a BIG novel.
In this world where people's attention spans are fleeting, and there are so many other things to do, reading (let alone reading a big book) is at the back of the line for most.
Maybe it's just that. Still bums me out, because it deserved an audience, and never got it. I see other people's mushroom horror (aka, sporror) books get trotted out and gushed over, but THE CURSED EARTH is never among them.
I mean, all it has is: folk horror, cosmic horror, fungus horror, gangsters, conspiracies, covens, witches & witchcraft, a killer clown, malevolent mimes, psychedelia, comedy, parody, satire, and major mayhem.
Perhaps someday readers will stumble onto it and love it as much as I did.
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