Yeah, yeah. Been remiss on the blogging of late. But the writing life's been insane lately, leaving little time for chatting at you people. Fear not, though, 'cause I've got a couple kickass suggestions for how to while away your time without me.
Like Lovecraft mythos? Southern Gothic? PI novels? The blues? Damn right, you do. That there list is a lightsaber away from mashing gleefully on every damn geek button I've got. And it also just so happens to be the basis for John Hornor Jacobs' stunning debut SOUTHERN GODS. And if you think the ingredients sound tasty, wait till you find out just how spicy things get once John lets it all simmer. This is one book you don't want to miss.
You know what never, ever happens? A debut author signing a deal with a major publisher for a short story collection. You know what else never, ever happens? A debut author drawing comparisons to Cormac McCarthy, Daniel Woodrell, and John Steinbeck.
That is, until Frank Bill.
This dude's got the goods. The stories in CRIMES IN SOUTHERN INDIANA pack a punch. Like a vicious, unexpected, holy-shit-was-that-a-roll-of-quarters-in-your-fist kind of punch. Pick this collection up now, so you'll know what the hell folks are raving about come award season.
So there you have it. Get clicking, and get reading. But don't stray too far. I just may have a cover to show off soon...