I'm very much not awake.
There was other work yesterday, and then we went to Videodrome because there was nothing suitable from Netflix for Kindernacht. We got two British documentaries, one on Joy Division and another on Kate Bush, and decided we were having Cool '80s Kid Night, instead of Regular Cheesy Movie Kid Night. Oh, and a box of Cap'n Crunch cereal, because it makes our mouths bleed. Later, we began reading William Kennedy's superb Ironweed. I first read this novel in the fall of 1988, and right now I'm more in the mood to read books I know are brilliant than take a chance on those which might disappoint me. So, yeah, Francis Phelan and Albany and Cap'n Crunch in bed (dry, straight from the box). And Spooky started something about getting a parrot, and I said, yeah, but we would only let it hear Kate Bush singing "Wuthering Heights," the original version, and Spooky started doing "Wuthering Heights" in her parrot voice. I laughed so hard I thought I would barf Cap'n Crunch all over the bed. Then I read some more of Willis Conover's Lovecraft at Last, because I couldn't go to sleep. That was yesterday.
Though I do often see comments from my readers, stuff in people's LJs and blogs and such, I am not usually moved to comment upon them. And when I do, it's usually because they've pissed me off. However, stsisyphus has written a review of Daughter of Hounds that has to be one of the absolute best reviews anyone has ever written of any of my novels. You can read it here. I even agreed with the one fault he found, that there should have been more of Saben White, that she did indeed need more characterization. For now, I shall consider this the definitive Daughter of Hounds review, and I only wish that all pro reviewers could be half so articulate and insightful. I learned things about the book reading this review, which, of course, is how it ought to work. If you've not read the novel, there might be spoilers, but nothing too major, I think. Thank you, stsisyphus.
Also, a nice e-mail from yesterday, from Gregory Fox:
In your most recent livejournal entry you remark upon how you dislike the act of writing. I'd like to say that I, for one, appreciate you suppressing your aversion and producing what is, in my opinion, some of the finest fiction of our time. Other writers may have a higher level of name recognition, but I find that no other (living, at least) is able to apply such a stranglehold to my attention. The realities to which you give life are a pleasure to explore. I hope that you will not become discouraged, and continue writing well into the future. Also, I'd like to thank you for reporting on your experience at the Harvard Museum of Natural History this past summer. After reading your entries, I decided to visit the museum for myself and found it to be a most enjoyable experience. The giant ground sloth skeleton is—and likely will remain—one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Thanks again, and, please, carry forward with the writing.
Oh, there was another cool thing yesterday. Chris Ewen, he of Future Bible Heroes, sent me the cover of "Twelve Nights After" he's produced for a side project called The Hidden Variable. "Twelve Nights After" is one of the songs I wrote in 1996 for Death's Little Sister, and what Chris has done, it's not really a cover, per se, because he's written new music for it. It's a whole new beast built around my words. The vocals were provided by Malena Teves. What she's done with the song is very different from what DLS did with it. It was this crunchy bass guitar driven murder ballad, with my snarling, growling, spitting vocals, and this version is deceptively ethereal and fey, synth driven and New Wavey. Deceptive because the lyrics are just as nasty as they ever were. And I think it's probably better than how DLS did the song. You can see lots of photos of Malena on her website, but because I think she's such a total hotty (and I'm such a letch), I'm gonna be gratuitous and post one here, as well (behind the cut):
The Hidden Variable will also include songs written by (in alphabetical order) Poppy Z. Brite, Emma Bull, Charles de Lint, Neil Gaiman, Shelley Jackson, Harvey Jacobs, Gregory Maguire, China Miéville, Lemony Snicket, Martha Soukup, and Peter Straub. I'll post more on the CD when I have more to post.
This has gone on much longer than I intended, as is usually the way of things. I must go make words (also the usual way of things).