Thursday, January 03, 2002
About a page today, a street corner conversation with a bum who only needs a buck fifty, not a hundred dollar bill. But there was some good dialogue. Bit by bit, inch by inch, verb by adjective by noun, Chapter One unfolds. I'm beginning the think the language of this book will be simpler. Is that really what I mean, though, "simpler"? More towards Hemingway, less towards Faulkner. A quieter book, stylistically. But that's just a maybe. It's too early to tell for sure.
Not that Hemingway was any less the stylist than Faulkner.
And it may be a much darker book than either Silk or Threshold, or perhaps only dark in a way that happens to disturb me more than the darkness of those two novels. More violent, of that much I'm fairly certain.
Much of the last three days has been consumed by a switch in publishers for Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold, which was originally going to be released by Gauntlet Publishing as a single volume, and will now be released by Subterranean Press as two volumes. The first, In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers is a previously unpublished novella, a sort of prequel to Threshold, with Dancy Flammarion falling in with a very bad crowd in Savannah, Georgia, shortly before her arrival in Birmingham. It's also a prequel to my short story "So Runs the World Away," which can be found in Steve Jones' anthology The Mammoth Book of Vampire Stories by Women (2001). Anyway, the second volume, which consists of notes for the novel, deleted chapters, false starts, photos of locales, etc. will be released as a second volume. The first is slated for an April release, in time for the World Horror Convention in Chicago. So there's been a whole lot of the business of getting these books together, and there's much more of it to come.
And Low Red Moon has me wishing for October and hating January even more than usual.
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