Time anomaly fiction from Germán Sierra (an introductory snippet):
Recently, she’s been unearthing certain stuff that wasn’t supposed to be there and hiding it at home: a fairly well-conserved but unidentifiable iPhone 20, a real-size Barbie doll, and a sophisticated-looking metallic prosthetic hand. All of them prevenient from the underneath of a never-before-excavated Romanesque chapel. All of them, most probably, originated in what is commonly called the future.
She wonders if there is a market for relics of the future.
She cares about money, because money, in pure capitalist logic, means the possibility of change. …
Reviewed at Social Ecologies.
Punctuation in Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy (left) and in Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner (right).
Source, with some analysis here.
(It always seemed to me that the occult suggestion of Deleuze & Guattari’s ‘becoming-animal’ crossed into this domain — populated by scratches, hesitations, and voiceless micro-depositions.)
The Dark Web now has its ‘own’ literary journal.
Anonymity is a breeding ground, be that for debate, creativity, or exploration. So where better to publish a socially-conscious, digitally focused literary journal (.onion link) than on a Tor hidden service … [?]
Carmela Ciuraru on the multiplicitous Fernando Pessoa:
For some authors, the task of writing is a descent into the self. Pessoa ventured in the opposite direction, using his heteronyms as a means of escape and claiming that within his mini-populace, he was the least “real” and compelling of the bunch. The others were constellations swirling around him. In the context of psychoanalysis, a split identity is seen as a wound that needs healing. But in Pessoa’s mind(s), there was nothing disorienting about it. “I’ve divided all my humanness among the various authors whom I’ve served as literary executor,” he explained. “I subsist as a kind of medium of myself, but I’m less real than the others, less substantial, less personal, and easily influenced by them all.”
Miltonic echoes in the life of Aldous Huxley:
Just how much Huxley was able to see is uncertain, although his eyes were obviously compromised, forcing him to compensate in creative ways. Julian Huxley thought that his brother developed a Herculean memory so he could better retain what he labored so hard to read. “With his one good eye, he managed to skim through learned journals, popular articles and books of every kind,” Julian recalled. “He was apparently able to take them in at a glance, and what is more, to remember their essential content. His intellectual memory was phenomenal, doubtless trained by a tenacious will to surmount the original horror of threatened blindness.”
Some reading suggestions from Thomas Ligotti, including this temptation:
The weirdest stories I’ve ever read composed the collection Hollow Faces, Merciless Moons (1977) by William Scott Home. The prose is so complex and recondite that it’s all but unreadable, much like that of Clark Ashton Smith. Furthermore, Home’s narratives are baffling and sometime barely comprehensible, somewhat in the manner of Robert Aickman. For a while I thought that Home was either an inexpert writer or a mental case.
(More Ligotti at the WFR here. Plus a story.)
A brief introductory guide:
Ligotti’s collections can be extremely difficult to find as many are out-of-print and no longer available. […] However, the folks at Penguin have finally seen the light, and will be releasing an omnibus edition of Ligotti’s Grimscribe and Songs of a Dead Dreamer collections this October.
So, to celebrate the upcoming release of this monumental horror volume, I’ve compiled a list of some of the best Ligotti stories out there with the intention of helping new readers familiarize themselves with one of the greatest writers in horror history. …
After the story, the interview. It ends well:
I’m hopeful that my work will reach the right audiences, what I called “sympathetic organisms” in my story “Severini.” Unfortunately, those individuals did not come to a pleasant end. Who does?