FROM  ARTHUR



I know it's a crappy planet out there these days, but if you're in need of a film that's nothing more but perfectly nothing less than escapist entertainment, you '' do well with the Korean film on Netflix called Pirates: The Last Royal Treasure, which, for those of you with low expectations, is far better than the last several efforts of a certain Disney franchise.
 
Like a similarly themed film from several years ago simply called The Pirates, this one features beautiful people playing dress up, in a swashbuckling romp with typical lovable but annoying rogues and, of all things, murderous penguins. You read it here first. Murderous penguins. (And I thought the penguins doing Lord of the Flies in a shopping mall on Eek the Cat was boss.)
 
The violence, considering the number of people being slashed to death, is nearly bloodless, and the filmmakers have a good eye for phsyical comedy. Plus, our heroine, or her stunt double, demonstrates great form during some of her leaps.
 
Unfortunately, when it's over, it's still a crappy planet out there. This film could be the next best thing to leaving it.
 


 FROM ARTHUR


The willing suspension of disbelief is a fragile yet resilient thing, able to accomodate inconsistencies and illogic entirely according to one's mood at the time. For that reason, I can still go along with a story if a white man plays an Indian, but not if a bandit woman lives in a cave for months but looks smashing and wears clean clothes the entire time. Truth or the real world is not an issue. There are two books I disliked in my 20s because a) I didn't think a person could earn money by writing term papers for lazy students, and b) there are such things as sinkholes in Florida.
I mention that because Lydia and I recently watched Midnight Mass on Netflix, a nihilistic vampire story that last for around 7 hours, and could have been told in 2 in a movie starring Josh Hartnett. Basically it's the story of a preacher who, thinking a vampire is an angel, brings the creature home to a struggling isolated island where the people make their living, such as it is, fishing.
Throughout, the major characters try to sift out what's going on as people look and act younger, ailments disappear, and flesh and blood burst into flame when exposed to sunlight.
Not one of the 20 or 30 characters with lines seem to have ever heard of vampires. Not one. No mention of Bela Lugosi, the Twilight books, or Anne Rice. None of the boys, and not the girl in the wheelchair. None of the men who presumably have a copy of Agents of Fortune by Blue Oyster Cult which has a vampire song. Not even when it will take only one word – "Vampires!" – to explain what's going on. (But this show always uses a paragraph when a sentence would do).
So I could suspend my disbelief in the vampire. I could be content with my waste of time. But it annoyed me to no end that the characters have never heard of vampires.
That said, I did appreciate the nod to The Scarlet Letter and, of all media content, The Sopranos. Because when the characters in Midnight Mass talk about what happens to you when you die, that's exactly what happens to them, just like it it did in the Sopranos, only here it takes a lot longer.


FROM ARTHUR

 



During one of those periods when we were speaking to one another – I think maybe Ford was President – Gus Hasford and I tottled off to UCLA to see a talk by Jerzy Kosinski, author of The Painted Bird. As fans of capracious existential doom, Gus and I agreed the novel was the bee's knees, mainly because it was so Bleak.
The only thing I remember from the talk was Kosiniski claiming he would have been at Sharon Tate's house THAT night had he not missed a plane flight. I can guess, though, he talked about an incident he described in an introduction to a new edition of The Painted Bird, which he must have written around then.
That incident being the tale of two of countrymen, upset that his portrait of ignorant superstitious peasants could be construed as a critque of their country, muscled into his apartment looking for Kosinski so they could kill him. Kosinski played it cool, pretended to be a guest and that the man they were looking for wasn't in. Would they like to wait? He got them to relax with a few drinks, then casually withdrew a pistol from a hiding place. The men caved immediately, and claimed they didn't want to hurt Kosinski, they just wanted to talk to him.
When I read this, the picture of the intruders and their furious backpedalling brought to mind the morons who murdered Ahmaud Arbery, and the depressing idea that the human species contains a lot of insipid dolts susceptible to acting at the behest of simplistic propaganda, especially if what passes for patriotism is involved.
And that was before I reread the novel. It's the whole bee, not just the knees. The nameless narrator is orhpaned by World War II and wanders, or escapes to, one harrowing plight after another. An antisepctic way of putting it would be to say he undergoes a series of a trials, from being repeatedly beaten by one "foster parent" after another, being thrown in a sewer because he looks "dark", and witnessing a savage horde unleashed by the Nazis rape and pillage a village with gay abandon.
The child is so traumatized that he loses the capacity to speak. Only when the Soviet army has "liberated" the village does he encounter any human kindness, as the soldiers feed him, care for his wounds, and a few become fond of him.
One of the selling points of the book, and one Kosinski apparently took a great deal of stock in, was the Truth of the events described. My copy has a quote from Arthur Miller saying the book "is so carefully kept within the margins of probability and fact". Well....
I can accept that Jewish families on trains on their way to concentration camps would, in desperation, throw their children from a window or push them through an opening in the floor, so that they might have a chance at life, just as a I can accept that a Russian sniper would extract revenge on the peasants for killing his friends, even if they probably deserved it.
But the Lovecraftian pit of rats that devour a man alive in moments? The inability of a man to, ahem, disengage after raping a young girl? He doesn't get out for over a week. Those sort of things strike as the stuff of a Polish version of magic realism, just a few steps beyond the veil of possibility.
By the time the soliders are telling him what sort of life they are working to build in their homeland (the narrator thinks Stalin is a saint), one wonders if a life where men are judged by their merits and there is no capricious cruelty isn't just another sideshow.
Like many a work striving to be great literature, the story doesn't end so much as it stops, when the kid is able to talk again. What does it all mean, and why is Art writing this? I have no idea, and Kosinski sure doesn't, because like many a hero of great books striving to be literature, he committed suicide, and this train of thought is over.
During one of those periods when we were speaking to one another – I think maybe Ford was President – Gus Hasford and I tottled off to UCLA to see a talk by Jerzy Kosinski, author of The Painted Bird. As fans of capracious existential doom, Gus and I agreed the novel was the bee's knees, mainly because it was so Bleak.
The only thing I remember from the talk was Kosiniski claiming he would have been at Sharon Tate's house THAT night had he not missed a plane flight. I can guess, though, he talked about an incident he described in an introduction to a new edition of The Painted Bird, which he must have written around then.
That incident being the tale of two of countrymen, upset that his portrait of ignorant superstitious peasants could be construed as a critque of their country, muscled into his apartment looking for Kosinski so they could kill him. Kosinski played it cool, pretended to be a guest and that the man they were looking for wasn't in. Would they like to wait? He got them to relax with a few drinks, then casually withdrew a pistol from a hiding place. The men caved immediately, and claimed they didn't want to hurt Kosinski, they just wanted to talk to him.
When I read this, the picture of the intruders and their furious backpedalling brought to mind the morons who murdered Ahmaud Arbery, and the depressing idea that the human species contains a lot of insipid dolts susceptible to acting at the behest of simplistic propaganda, especially if what passes for patriotism is involved.
And that was before I reread the novel. It's the whole bee, not just the knees. The nameless narrator is orhpaned by World War II and wanders, or escapes to, one harrowing plight after another. An antisepctic way of putting it would be to say he undergoes a series of a trials, from being repeatedly beaten by one "foster parent" after another, being thrown in a sewer because he looks "dark", and witnessing a savage horde unleashed by the Nazis rape and pillage a village with gay abandon.
The child is so traumatized that he loses the capacity to speak. Only when the Soviet army has "liberated" the village does he encounter any human kindness, as the soldiers feed him, care for his wounds, and a few become fond of him.
One of the selling points of the book, and one Kosinski apparently took a great deal of stock in, was the Truth of the events described. My copy has a quote from Arthur Miller saying the book "is so carefully kept within the margins of probability and fact". Well....
I can accept that Jewish families on trains on their way to concentration camps would, in desperation, throw their children from a window or push them through an opening in the floor, so that they might have a chance at life, just as a I can accept that a Russian sniper would extract revenge on the peasants for killing his friends, even if they probably deserved it.
But the Lovecraftian pit of rats that devour a man alive in moments? The inability of a man to, ahem, disengage after raping a young girl? He doesn't get out for over a week. Those sort of things strike as the stuff of a Polish version of magic realism, just a few steps beyond the veil of possibility.
By the time the soliders are telling him what sort of life they are working to build in their homeland (the narrator thinks Stalin is a saint), one wonders if a life where men are judged by their merits and there is no capricious cruelty isn't just another sideshow.
Like many a work striving to be great literature, the story doesn't end so much as it stops, when the kid is able to talk again. What does it all mean, and why is Art writing this? I have no idea, and Kosinski sure doesn't, because like many a hero of great books striving to be literature, he committed suicide, and this train of thought is over.
During one of those periods when we were speaking to one another – I think maybe Ford was President – Gus Hasford and I tottled off to UCLA to see a talk by Jerzy Kosinski, author of The Painted Bird. As fans of capracious existential doom, Gus and I agreed the novel was the bee's knees, mainly because it was so Bleak.
The only thing I remember from the talk was Kosiniski claiming he would have been at Sharon Tate's house THAT night had he not missed a plane flight. I can guess, though, he talked about an incident he described in an introduction to a new edition of The Painted Bird, which he must have written around then.
That incident being the tale of two of countrymen, upset that his portrait of ignorant superstitious peasants could be construed as a critque of their country, muscled into his apartment looking for Kosinski so they could kill him. Kosinski played it cool, pretended to be a guest and that the man they were looking for wasn't in. Would they like to wait? He got them to relax with a few drinks, then casually withdrew a pistol from a hiding place. The men caved immediately, and claimed they didn't want to hurt Kosinski, they just wanted to talk to him.
When I read this, the picture of the intruders and their furious backpedalling brought to mind the morons who murdered Ahmaud Arbery, and the depressing idea that the human species contains a lot of insipid dolts susceptible to acting at the behest of simplistic propaganda, especially if what passes for patriotism is involved.
And that was before I reread the novel. It's the whole bee, not just the knees. The nameless narrator is orhpaned by World War II and wanders, or escapes to, one harrowing plight after another. An antisepctic way of putting it would be to say he undergoes a series of a trials, from being repeatedly beaten by one "foster parent" after another, being thrown in a sewer because he looks "dark", and witnessing a savage horde unleashed by the Nazis rape and pillage a village with gay abandon.
The child is so traumatized that he loses the capacity to speak. Only when the Soviet army has "liberated" the village does he encounter any human kindness, as the soldiers feed him, care for his wounds, and a few become fond of him.
One of the selling points of the book, and one Kosinski apparently took a great deal of stock in, was the Truth of the events described. My copy has a quote from Arthur Miller saying the book "is so carefully kept within the margins of probability and fact". Well....
I can accept that Jewish families on trains on their way to concentration camps would, in desperation, throw their children from a window or push them through an opening in the floor, so that they might have a chance at life, just as a I can accept that a Russian sniper would extract revenge on the peasants for killing his friends, even if they probably deserved it.
But the Lovecraftian pit of rats that devour a man alive in moments? The inability of a man to, ahem, disengage after raping a young girl? He doesn't get out for over a week. Those sort of things strike as the stuff of a Polish version of magic realism, just a few steps beyond the veil of possibility.
By the time the soliders are telling him what sort of life they are working to build in their homeland (the narrator thinks Stalin is a saint), one wonders if a life where men are judged by their merits and there is no capricious cruelty isn't just another sideshow.
Like many a work striving to be great literature, the story doesn't end so much as it stops, when the kid is able to talk again. What does it all mean, and why is Art writing this? I have no idea, and Kosinski sure doesn't, because like many a hero of great books striving to be literature, he committed suicide, and this train of thought is over.

Out Now: Looking Sharp - Shocking Novel of Life in a U.S. Military Academy


Arthur Byron Cover and Digital Parchment Services are excited to announce the release of Looking Sharp: Shocking Novel of Life in a U.S. Military Academy.

This extraordinary book will open your eyes to the abuses that so many have faced and tragically continue to experience, in many Military Academy's in the United States.

Here's more about this powerful read:
Reports of sexual assault rose 27% at military service academies in 2018-19 school year (CNN headline) 
"Builds Character." "Teaches Self-discipline." "Develops Good Sportsmanship." "Creates Leaders." "Instills Good Values." 
These are the phrases people typically think of when they think of private military academies. But as with most matters, things are rarely as they seem.
If it is true that, as we are being told, "boys will be boys" – then what happens when adolescent boys and young men, hormones raging, are bunked side by side in dormitories? Perhaps the following news headline provides clues: Reports Of Sexual Assault Rose 27% At Military Service Academies In 2018-19 School Year! 
However scandalous or repugnant it may seem, sans girls or women, the more aggressive and sexualized boys turn to the weaker as prey.
In Looking Sharp, novelist Arthur Byron Cover, presents a shocking insider's look at one such incident based on actual events he witnessed while a cadet at a military academy.
Looking Sharp: Shocking Novel of Life in a U.S. Military Academy is available right now: free on Kindle Unlimited and $13.99 for a high quality paperback

FIVE TO THE FUTURE - Only .99 for a limited time!


Here's your chance to read FIVE TO THE FUTURE  - especially as, for a short time, it is now just 99 cents ... and FREE if you have Amazon Unlimited.


TOP 100 IN SF ANTHOLOGIES AMAZON KINDLE -5 THRILLING PEEKS INTO THE FUTURE FROM 5 VISIONARY WRITERS!

What will tomorrow look like? Here are five speculative answers from top science fiction authors.

Another outrageous act of science fiction by self-described “recombocultural Chicano mutant” Ernest Hogan, a soul-touching tale of furry friends and bittersweet affection by Emily Devenport, a neon-highlighted '80s love letter to a classic anime by Cynthia Ward, a multi-dimensionally kaleidoscopic tale of love beyond reality by Arthur Byron Cover, and M.Christian’s standout novelette about the Soviet-era practice of smuggling Western music impressed onto discarded X-rays.

The contributors:

M.Christian‘s published fiction includes science fiction, fantasy, horror, thrillers, erotica and even non-fiction. His fantasy and science fiction have appeared in Talebones, Space & Time Magazine, Skull Full of Spurs, Graven Images, Horror Garage, Song of Cthulhu, and other science fantasy publications. The best of his short SF/H/F has been published in the collection Love Without Gun Control. Multiple Hugo and Nebula winner Mike Resnick has hailed M.Christian’s sf as "unique and truly fascinating." In addition to writing, he is a prolific and respected anthologist whose credits include The Mammoth Book of Future Cops and The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi), and many more.

Arthur Byron Cover is the author of the Nebula-nominee novel Autumn Angels, part of his Great Mystery trilogy, a saga of godlike men—which also includes An East Wind Coming, a novel pitting Sherlock Holmes against Jack the Ripper. His short stories have been widely anthologized, and often selected for The Year’s Best Horror Stories and other collections. He has also written works set in the Buffyverse and in Asimov’s Foundation Universe.

Emily Devenport is the author of Shade, Larissa, Scorpianne, EggHeads, The Kronos Condition, GodHeads, Broken Time (which was nominated for the Philip K. Dick Award), Belarus, and Enemies. Her newest novels, The Night Shifters and Spirits of Glory, are in ebook form on Amazon, Smashwords, and more. She is currently working on a novel based on her popular novelette, “The Servant.” Her short stories were published in Asimov’s Science Fiction, Full Spectrum, The Mammoth Book of Kaiju, Uncanny, Cicada, Science Fiction World, Clarkesworld, and Aboriginal SF, whose readers voted her a Boomerang Award (which turned out to be an actual boomerang).

Ernest Hogan is a six-foot tall Aztec leprechaun who was born in East LA back in the Atomic Age. Because he is the author of High Aztech, Smoking Mirror Blues, and Cortez on Jupiter, he is considered to be the Father of Chicano Science Fiction. His short fiction has appeared in Amazing Stories, Analog, Science Fiction Age, and many other publications.

Cynthia Ward has published stories in Asimov's Science Fiction, Shattered Prism, Weird Tales, Athena's Daughters (Silence in the Library Publishing), and other anthologies and magazines. Her stories "Norms" and "#rising" made the Tangent Online Recommended Reading List for 2011 and 2014. She edited the anthologies Lost Trails: Forgotten Tales of the Weird West Volumes One and Two for WolfSinger Publications. Her short alternate-history novel, The Adventure of the Incognita Countess, is now available from Aqueduct Press.

These prescient and creative minds join forces to offer you a don't-miss anthology of the year!

Pre-Release Book Announcement: Groundbreaking FIVE TO THE FUTURE SciFi Anthology



Digital Parchment Services (distributed by Futures-Past Editions) and M.Christian are pleased to announce the imminent release of a brand new science fiction anthology edited by M.Christian:
Five To The Future
All New Novelettes of Tomorrow and Beyond

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Featuring never-before-published work by Ernest Hogan (Locus Award Finalist), Arthur Byron Cover (Nebula Award Finalist), Emily Devenport (Boomerang Award winner), Cynthia Ward (Asimov’s SF Magazine), and M.Christian (Lambda Award Finalist):
Here’s what editor M.Christian says about this new anthology:

And here we are: a Chicano fiesta of multicultural caliente salsa from Ernest Hogan, a soul-touching tale of furry friends and bittersweet affection by Emily Devenport, a neon-highlighted 80s love letter to a classic anime by Cynthia Ward, a multi-dimensionally kaleidoscopic tale of love beyond reality by Arthur Byron Cover, and even my own modest contribution in four stories as one, about the Soviet-era practice of smuggling Western music impressed onto discarded X-rays.

About the contributors to Five To The Future:

Extensively published in science fiction, fantasy, horror, thrillers, and non-fiction, it is in erotica that M.Christian has become an acknowledged master, with more than 400 sales in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and in fact too many anthologies, magazines, and sites to name.

But M.Christian has other tricks up his literary sleeve: in addition to writing, he is a prolific and respected anthologist, having edited twenty-five anthologies to date including The Mammoth Book of Future Cops, The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi); Confessions, Garden of Perverse, Amazons (with Sage Vivant), and many more.

As a novelist, M.Christian has shown his versatility with books such as the queer vamp novels Running Dry and The Very Bloody Marys; the erotic romance Brushes; the science fiction erotic novel Painted Doll; and the rather controversial gay horror/thrillers Finger’s Breadth and Me2.

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Arthur Byron Cover is a former bookseller, critic, and big mouth. He published several sf novels in another era. He was raised in Tazewell, Virginia, which is in Tazewell County, which was named after a man who opposed the formation of the county until he learned it was going to be named after him. He is one degree of separation from F. Scott Fitzgerald, former President Clinton, Nelson Mandela, and a whole lot of rich and famous people in liberal Hollywood, many still alive. He currently lives with his wife and six pets in the middle of nowhere called Packwood, Washington, where the elk roam and the volcanoes haven’t erupted for thirty years.

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Nine of Emily Devenport’s novels were published in the US by NAL/Roc, under three pen names. She has also been published in the U.K., Italy, China, and Israel. Her novels are Shade, Larissa, Scorpianne, EggHeads, The Kronos Condition, GodHeads, Broken Time (which was nominated for the Philip K. Dick Award), Belarus, and Enemies. Her newest novels, The Night Shifters and Spirits of Glory, are in ebook form on Amazon, Smashwords, etc. She is currently working on a novel based on her popular novelette, “The Servant.”

Her short stories were published in Asimov’s SF Magazine, the Full Spectrum anthology, The Mammoth Book of Kaiju, Uncanny, Cicada , Science Fiction World, Clarkesworld, and Aboriginal SF, whose readers voted her a Boomerang Award (which turned out to be an actual boomerang). She blogs at www.emsjoiedeweird.com.

One day Em hopes to become a geologist. She volunteers at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix and works in the Heard Museum bookstore (Books & More). She is married to artist/writer Ernest Hogan, and they live in Arizona, the Geology Capital of the World.

And she really loves cake. You should send her cake. (But not pineapple upside-down cake. That’s fake cake.)

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Ernest Hogan is a six-foot tall Aztec leprechaun who was born in East LA back in the Atomic Age. His mother’s name was Garcia, and his parents weren’t aware of Ernest Hogan, the Father of Ragtime. He grew up in West Covina, considered to be one of the most boring places in California. Monster movies, comic books, and science fiction saved his life. Because he is the author of High Aztech, Smoking Mirror Blues, and Cortez on Jupiter, he is considered to be the Father of Chicano Science Fiction, though there hasn’t been any kind of DNA test. His short fiction has appeared in Amazing Stories, Analog, Science Fiction Age, and many other publications, His story “The Frankenstein Penis,” has been made into student films. He is also an artist and cartoonist. He has been recently been discovered by academia, which may bring about the end of Western Civilization. His “Chicanonautica Manifesto” appeared in Aztlan: A Journal of Chicano Studies. He is married to the writer Emily Devenport.

They live in Arizona, and enjoy exploring the Wild West. He blogs at mondoernesto.com and labloga.blogspot.com. Currently, he’s trying to finish several novels, but keeps getting distracted by all kinds of weird shit.

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Cynthia Ward has published stories in Asimov's Science Fiction, Shattered Prism, Weird Tales, Athena's Daughters (Silence in the Library Publishing), and other anthologies and magazines. Her stories "Norms" and "#rising" made the Tangent Online Recommended Reading List for 2011 and 2014. She edited the anthologies Lost Trails: Forgotten Tales of the Weird West Volumes One and Two for WolfSinger Publications, and has a pair of anthologies forthcoming in collaboration with Charles G. Waugh, the first science fiction professional she ever met. With Nisi Shawl, Cynthia co-created the groundbreaking Writing the Other fiction writers workshop and coauthored the diversity fiction-writing handbook Writing the Other: A Practical Approach (Aqueduct Press).  Her short alternate-history novel, The Adventure of the Incognita Countess, is now available from Aqueduct Press. She lives in Los Angeles, where she is not working on a screenplay.

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Five To The Future will be formally released in April, 2017.  Pre-release copies for review are available now by writing M.Christian: mchristianzobop@gmail.com.

ISBN (print): 978-1544125367
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eBook and Trade Paper Editions available April, 2017

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OUT NOW: New Edition Of Arthur Byron Cover's AN EAST WIND COMING

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Is Proud To Announce The Republication Of Arthur Byron Cover's Second Book in his Great Mystery Trilogy

AN EAST WIND COMING



For Immediate Release

Digital Parchment Services, through its Strange Particle Press science fiction imprint, and Arthur Byron Cover are extremely thrilled to announce the publication of an enhanced edition of Cover's follow-up to his Nebula-nominated Autumn Angels, book two in his Great Mystery Trilogy, An East Wind Coming.

"An East Wind Coming is a decadent smorgasbord oozing sex and nihilism, peppered with the thrills of various pulp fictions and comic-book universes. In a far future the iconic characters of nineteenth- and twentieth-century pop culture have been reborn, all of them referring to themselves coyly as "the consulting detective," "the good doctor," "the Big Red Cheese," etc. Imagine Moorcock's Dancers at the End of Time reinvented by a chimera of Kim Newman, Philip José Farmer, and Belgian nihilist surrealist Jacques Sternberg, and you'll get an idea of the strange atmosphere of this dense and mindwarping novel. Cosmic concepts, depressing sex, horrific crimes, and pulp heroes ... what more could you want?"
The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction

Arthur Byron Cover’s work is filled with "...agile inventiveness ... extraordinary salience and outlandishness ... astonishing imagination ... grotesque and hilarious ... honest and often truly beautiful ... shocking and exultant ... nothing like the usual SF fare."
–A.A. Attanasio, author of Radix

"The book is excellent. I recommend this one very highly, with the proviso that the reader will only enjoy it if they happen to like a great number of different types of writing; from great literature to comic books, pulp magazines, penny dreadfuls, etc."
Casebook: Jack the Ripper

The ebook edition of An East Wind Coming is available now – with a trade paperback edition arriving June 2016.

Coming soon, also from the Digital Parchment Services, will be Arthur Byron Cover's Platypus Of Doom, The Sound Of Winter, and a collection of Arthur Byron Cover's short stories.

"It takes the materials of everyday entertainments—pulp heroes, movies, comics, detective stories—and transforms them ... into a gestalt that is fresh ... the lawyer is modeled after Doc Savage's sidekick, 'Ham,' Brig. Gen. Theodore Marley Brooks; the fat man is Sidney Greenstreet; the gunsel is Elisha Cook, Jr. in The Maltese Falcon; the Big Red Cheese is Captain Marvel; the Insidious Oriental Doctor is Fu Manchu; the Queen of England who calls herself a virgin is Elizabeth I; the ace reporter is Lois Lane; the zanny imp from the Fifth Dimension is Mr. Mxyzptlk, and both the imp and Lois are, of course, from the Superman comics; the godlike man with no name is Clint Eastwood in the Sergio Leone-directed spaghetti westerns; the galactic hero with two right arms is Harry Harrison's Bill, the Galactic Hero; the fuzzy (but boring) little green balls of Sharkosh are Star Trek scenarist David Gerrold's tribbles; and you can figure out for yourself the true identities or esoteric references for The Ebony Kings, the poet, the shrink, the bems, the other fat man and his witty leg man, and on and on."
–Harlan Ellison, on Autumn Angels

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An East Wind Coming
(The Great Mystery Trilogy Book 2)
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