A House in Taos — poetry.
Something Popped in my Lower Abdomen when I Was Peeing Just Then — memoir
Remind Me Not to Kill Again — thriller
It’s Not My Blood — memoir/family stories
The Overt Shenanigan — collected essays
I Seriously Can’t Spell Convenience. Like, Even When You Spell It for Me — essays on writing
Sending Japs to the Ocean Floor — stories about my grandfather
Killing People for Fun and Profit — how-to guide
Seriously, Asshole, Buy This Motherfucking Book, It’s Only Fucking $3 You Cheap Cunt — nonfiction
Having pissed off a bunch of folks with my last article about Amazon’s alarmingly autocratic actions, I feel the need to apologize. I do acknowledge that a small percentage of Kindle owners can, in fact, read at least at the third grade level.
Since I’m inspired to say the above, I’ll go ahead and make sure that this horrible strike against — yes — your freedom stays on your radar. We are now entering the sixth week of the embargo. Five hundred publishers are locked out of Amazon’s Kindle store, and they’re just the tip of the iceberg. More will come. Amazon has made what feels like could be a successful bid to dominate the ebook market. After years of convincing small presses to go their way, this action doesn’t just throttle what you can get on your Kindle, it is designed to destroy small presses. Kitchen table outfits that speak for the weird, the disenfranchised, the new, and the experimental have come to rely on income from ebooks.
Six weeks is good enough to start shutting them down. If this goes on, then more and more will begin to wither and die. These are the people who, mainstream or not, represent the underground. They are where writers can go when their book is shrugged off by the big boys. They are the champions of banned books, and books that would never see the light of day. This isn’t just about electronic publishing. This is about the future of our literary culture.
Continue reading ‘Kindle’s Dark Heart’
I suppose we’ve all been following this Kindle bullshit, right? If not, you can go read this article, and this one has a roundup of what the media’s been reporting. You owe it to yourself – assuming you possess at least some level of intelligence – to study this development. It’s important. It can hurt you.
Continue reading ‘Kindlenomics’
I should begin by saying that I’m a Luddite. I hate ebooks, and I think everybody who owns an ebook reader is in league with the devil and should be exterminated. I believe ebook owners, one and all, have contributed to the decline of quality literature, eroded the education of our youth, and, therefore, have destroyed America and all that was once good about this country. They are the barbarians at the gate.
Continue reading ‘On Ebooks’
Hello GS readers! A quick note telling you to support a book that means a whole hell of a lot to me: Ray Robertson’s Moody Food.
You can follow that link above to read all about it. What’s important right now is that we get it onto CBC’s Canada Reads top 10 list. It made the top 40, and we have till November 7th to get it into the top 10. How do we get there? You all vote for it! And if that link confuses you, or you’re like me and you have some retarded firewall at your office, then here’s a stripped down link to the poll itself.
You don’t have to be Canadian. Votes can come from anywhere in the world. You can use multiple computers, so dust off that laptop, vote from work, vote from home… Vote from all the computers at the library that aren’t being used by child molesters.
Most of all — spread the word! Get your friends to vote.
Okay? It’ll just take a minute. No big investment. Click of a mouse. Then you can rest easy knowing that a deserving book is in the top 10 instead of nine titles from fucking Atwood which is how the vote’s going to go without you.
The challenge: I produce a completed and somewhat serviceable novel by December 15th.
The challengers: My old college buddy James and his unborn baby (due on or about the 15th).
The rules: I can’t share anything I write, and it has to be completed before the baby is born.
Continue reading ‘Two Novels and a Baby (August 19th)’
My old college buddy James had really toned down over the last couple years. He’d gotten himself sober, married a girl named Marcie, and started on a weirdly responsible career ladder. I hadn’t seen much of him since he announced Marcie’s pregnancy. His life entered one of those phases I equate to the turning of a great, invisible wheel. Like in Conan! The Wheel of Life. Except there’s no cool montage to accompany these turns and, in comparison to Conan’s destiny, each turn is actually depressingly mundane.
Continue reading ‘Two Novels and a Baby (August 7th)’
Or, rather, with my more respectable real life persona. When I’m not out fighting crime as Nacho Sasha, I’m ranting about publishing. Part one of my interview is right here.
Apocalypse Literature: A definitive, updated guide. More of a challenge than I thought when I was toying with the idea a few days ago.
Continue reading ‘Survivors & One Second After’