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A few minutes after I got up this morning, I posted the following to Facebook: Welcome to spring in New England. Currently, it's 18˚F out there, with the windchill at -5. Mom, you may have a house guest very soon, South Trumpland or no South Trumpland. Since then, the temperature has risen to a balmy 29˚F, with the windchill at 20˚F, humidity at 21%. In Birmingham, it's currently 63˚F, currently, with the high forecast at 72˚F.

I have a really nice review of Dear Sweet Filthy World from Locus, written by Paul di Fillipo.* The review touches on each of the twenty-eight stories, but here's my pull quote:

The heterogeneous tales assembled in this collection display Kiernan’s large but tightly interlocked range of interests. Outsiders, art, the elements, transcendence, sex, love, failure, responsibility. She writes always with tactility, clarity, inventiveness and surprise, conjuring up weirdness out of the mundane, and lifting the veil of the exotic to reveal a common heritage of humanity. These stories stand out as passionate and real.

By the way, if you have not yet ordered the collection, which will be released on March 31st, there's a nice discount if you order from Amazon.** Please do, if you've not.

This morning, just before I awoke, I dreamt that I was being shown about a sort of sanitarium, a place on the beach, somewhere in Florida, where I would be spending the rest of my life. It was not unpleasant, this place, seeming to have fallen from the 1920s or 1930s, and not at all institutional. More like a great bungalow divided into many rooms, some facing north and some facing south, in a long two story building of wood and screen doors. From the south-facing rooms, you could see the sea, because the building was pretty much on the beach. I'd already been assigned a north-facing room, which looked out on a marina, but I requested a south-facing room, and the nurse (dressed in white) assured my that they'd try to change my assignment. The whole of the dream was suffused with a warm, golden light, like sunset or sunrise on a summer's day. I watched the sea rushing in across the sand. I might have been seeing Heaven. I could have stayed there, in that dream, forever.

I got a bit of bad news from Daniel Chabon, my editor at Dark Horse. After 226 issues, Dark Horse Presents is being cancelled. The April 2017 issue will be the last. I was scheduled to do a five-part Dancy story for DHP later this year, which now, of course, has no venue. But, really, I think this is for the best. The news actually came as a relief, though, of course, it is sad to hear about the fate of DHP.

I have a photo for today, and then I have two photos from Monday night's reading at Porter Square Books in Cambridge. The latter two I have placed behind a cut. Tonight is the final stop on the "Fungus Among Us" nano-tour, at Pandemonium Books and Games, also in Cambridge, Boston.

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast

10:56 a.m.

* I will note that the review claims that I have "produced three fine novels." In truth, I've produced fourteen novels, including the Kathleen Tierney fiascoes, the Beowulf novelization, and that one ghost-written media tie-in. You might also count Agents of Dreamland as a short novel (novella), but then you have to also count Black Helicopters and The Dry Salvages and maybe even In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, which would bump the number up to seventeen novels. Regardless, more than three. But maybe Paul only meant to say that three are fine, while the others are less than fine, and I'm fine with that, as I'd say only Daughter of Hounds, The Red Tree, and The Drowning Girl are "fine" (unless you include Agents of Dreamland, Black Helicopters, and The Dry Salvages, which are all three quite fine, as well).

** Amazon is offering the trade edition, which does not come from with the bonus The Aubergine Alphabet hardback chapbook. that comes with the limited edition, and you have to order that directly from Subterranean Press.


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Mark Orr
Mar. 23rd, 2017 03:59 pm (UTC)
Every now and then, after listening to writer friends above the Mason-Dixon Arctic Circle whine about how terrible winter is where they are, I get a notion to buy a big ol' house down here in the sub-tropics and establish the Snow Hater Retreat for Impecunious Northern Editors and Scriveners, so they'll have something to write about other then inclement weather while spending a couple of months in a less unpleasant clime. :) Yes, there are far too many trumpanzees hereabouts, but they shall be granted no admission to SHRINES. Someday, someday.
Mar. 23rd, 2017 04:02 pm (UTC)

For the record, I'm not to be counted among "Northern Editors and Scriveners." I am, in fact, a Southern writer stranded in the North.
Mark Orr
Mar. 23rd, 2017 04:09 pm (UTC)
I know, but I couldn't fit that into the acronym. :D And there are others. I once jokingly offered to let Karen Koehler rent out one of the spare bedrooms last winter, during a brief period after all my chicks had flown the nest. Alas, she waited too long to accept, and my middle daughter came back, as all bad pennies do, and filled all the available space with her stuff, as prodigals are wont to do.

Hang in there; winter will give up the ghost soon.
Mar. 23rd, 2017 04:10 pm (UTC)

We might see warm weather by late May. I kid you not. That's normal.
Mar. 24th, 2017 12:30 am (UTC)
I would have to argue that every one of your novels (and, indeed, the novellas) have been quite fine. I hold a special place in my heart for Low Red Moon because it was my introduction to your writing, and I loved it so much that it prompted me to seek out the rest of your work. You're one of a handful of authors whose novels I have to reread every few years because they mean so much to me. Some authors' works are so easily forgotten after only a few months, but your stuff always sticks with me (and haunts my dreams, sometimes, but in a good way).

I suppose the point I'm trying to make here is that I'm endlessly thankful that you're still writing because I treasure every bit of it. It baffles me that you haven't had more financial success; I feel like most people don't know what they're missing.
Mar. 24th, 2017 06:44 am (UTC)
I've pre-ordered "Dear Sweet Filthy World." Due to major health and dental issues (mini-stroke last July and now major dental woes) I can't be a patreon w. a monthly donation but I can save up my book money and spend on your work. Greatly enjoyed "Agents of Dreamland."

If your visit could soon coincide w. the dogwood tree's blooming it would be a pretty time as well as warm time. Spring isn't Spring for me until the Dogwood blooms and it is B'ham I miss in the Spring.

Everything else seems to have bloomed/budded so early from the eerie much too warm February and now too warm end of March. The Wisteria has began to bloom for us here (outside Huntsville) and the red buds are already about at peak, the Bradford pears past peak. The only thing not bloomed are the dogwoods.

I've not been down to B'ham to see the dogwoods or drive the trail in probably 20plus years - is that even still a thing? I googled but did not find anything. Used to follow the pink arrows beginning in Homewood off Green Springs and continue into Vestavia and Mountain Brook.
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