If you can read this blog, you can use the calendar function to see what happened on 9/11. (Long story short, I was in line of site of the WTC, and spent much of the afternoon sweeping flaming debris off my stoop while waiting to see if my roommate at the time, who took PATH in to the WTC every morning, and my father who worked on the nearby docks, were still alive. I do not care about the 9/11 story of anyone who begins it with "I was watching TV when...")
In happier, if much less important, news, The Mammoth Book of Dieselpunk is finally getting some reviews. This extensive one highlights my now free-to-read novelette We Never Sleep:
"We Never Sleep" by Nick Mamatas also conjured up the days of the pulps, and his main character is a pulp writer. The pulp writer has gotten an assignment to write about Industrivism. She needs to write brochures and articles about it, but nobody knows what it is, not even her friend Jake, who works as a guard at a factory, and is the go-between for the enigmatic Old Man and the pulp writer. Jake is haunted by evil dreams, dreams he thinks come from a guilty conscience (he helped in union-busting at a factory as a Pinkerton), but they are truer than he realizes. Mamatas has an ear for ad copy and for dialogue; he understands propaganda; and he puts those skills to excellent use here. It’s an intriguing, fascinating story.
In happier, if much less important, news, The Mammoth Book of Dieselpunk is finally getting some reviews. This extensive one highlights my now free-to-read novelette We Never Sleep:
"We Never Sleep" by Nick Mamatas also conjured up the days of the pulps, and his main character is a pulp writer. The pulp writer has gotten an assignment to write about Industrivism. She needs to write brochures and articles about it, but nobody knows what it is, not even her friend Jake, who works as a guard at a factory, and is the go-between for the enigmatic Old Man and the pulp writer. Jake is haunted by evil dreams, dreams he thinks come from a guilty conscience (he helped in union-busting at a factory as a Pinkerton), but they are truer than he realizes. Mamatas has an ear for ad copy and for dialogue; he understands propaganda; and he puts those skills to excellent use here. It’s an intriguing, fascinating story.