Once again, some wretched plague has come upon me. I'm coming out of the nastiness now, but damn . . . that's twice in the last two months that I became this soggy, dull-headed, miserable thing. Maybe it was allergies. Maybe it was a cold. I felt like one of the Innsmouth folk. You know, the mixed-breed of men and the descendants of Dagon? Oh, you're unfamiliar with Dagon? Well then, I have a pamphlet for you to read. You really should come to the meetings. Please disregard the terrible smell and the dead, milky eyes.
My love for his work is well documented. I have to warn those of you who haven't explored his short stories - he wasn't the best writer. In fact, it was formulaic and unnecessarily wordy. And he was a horrible racist. But he had some amazing ideas! In the early 20th century, this guy (along with a few odd others) was coming up with truly bizarre and unsettling concepts.
There's a glut of Cthulu stuff out there, but his representation of the dark, fictionalized corners of New England shouldn't be ignored. The guy created an incredible, loose-knit universe. The art above comes from the work of artist Steve Thomas, who has designed some travel posters advertising beautiful and scenic . . . Arkham?
Joseph Gordon-Hyphenate has departed the film adaptation of DC's Sandman.
I'll be honest. I don't know what that means. I don't know that it means anything. He clearly had a passion for the project, and Gaiman himself endorsed the guy, but . . . is the Sandman something we need to see on film? Can it even be done? If so, I don't think that a movie is the way to do it. A series would be far better, but . . . I've read of other attempts in the past and it seems that a lot of producers and studio types don't seem to 'get it'. That's understandable. Sandman isn't exactly the most accessible thing to wrap your mind around. It is, however, brilliant. Seriously. If you've never read Sandman - comic fan or not - you're doing yourself a disservice. It's a singular work of genius, and I say that without reservation.
Now it's being reported that they've brought on Eric Heisserer as writer. I kind of feel bad for Heisserer. He doesn't have the best Hollywood track record. The two big films that get mentioned when he's being discussed are the Nightmare On Elm Street remake and the remake(?) of the Thing. I only saw NOES. It was fine. I didn't hate it. I don't understand why people are so belligerent about it. Anyway, this guy is seriously talented. His career started from a series of blog posts that unfurled into a terrifying story, the Dionaea House.
Check it out. It's soooo goood: http://www.dionaea-house.com/
Books! I finished Joe Hill's Horns during my period of infirmity. It's quite good. I envy the writer who actually has something to say, rather than just telling a story. I, as some of you might now, shoot a little lower than that. ;)
It's about a guy named Ig Perrish. Ig, in a very Kafka-esque opening, awakens one morning with devil-horns growing out of his head. Those horns give him some peculiar abilities and, as I imagine many of us would, Ig uses these new talents for revenge.
Now I'm diving into John Kennedy Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces. It's a Pulitzer prize winner! What's become of me, reading actual, "respectable literature??" I honestly know very little about this, aside from the fact that it's supposed to be hilarious and a classic of sorts. I read it because . . . well, I'm thinking of writing a comedy. I know! I never thought that would happen, either. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "But Jason, what about werewolves and monsters that crawl out of people's rectums?"
Oh, don't you worry. Those will be there, too.