Apr 13
My second novel will be on the shelves sometime within the next year. Here’s the official announcement:
Gods of Aberdeen author Micah Nathan’s MEMPHIS IS BURNING, about a recent college grad who takes a job as a driver for a mysterious old man who may or may not be a still-living Elvis, and the perilous 900 mile trip they make from Buffalo to Memphis to find his granddaughter, to Brett Valley at Three Rivers Press, by Jud Laghi at LJK Literary Management.
So [...]
More»Apr 1
Fiction > Short story > The Bellingham Review
The Love Life of Tigers
Henry told the girl with short brown hair that he was sorry, that he couldn’t join her for lunch even though he found her very pretty and under different circumstances maybe they would have shared a bottle of wine and talked until dusk. But he was late and he was lost, and his wife was expecting him and somewhere along his travels he’d misplaced his luggage. Now all [...]
More»Mar 16
My commentary on the curious influence of Lovecraft graces the pop-culture-riffic pages of Jetcomx this month–unto every generation will be borne those who hunger for batrachian horrors–and the spring ‘09 issue of Bellingham Review contains my short piece”The Love Life of Tigers.” Which shows that even when not much is going on something is going on.
What else. Sources inform me the Russian edition of Gods of Aberdeen is selling well and I have poison ivy all [...]
More»Feb 11
My John Carpenter essay is up and running on the…well, Essay page. Taken from the latest issue of everyone’s favorite cinematic mag Penny Blood. And I’ve finally posted a long-overdue Comic-Con pic:
When steampunk is done well, it makes me want to write steampunk. Anyone know the origin of these characters?
In other news, I’ve taken a very brief hiatus from Jetcomx, soon to return once I complete edits on several projects. Discussions of Winger will have to wait until then. [...]
More»Feb 10
Non-Fiction > Film > Penny Blood
John Carpenter’s Apocalypse Trilogy
If horror fans can agree on one thing, it is their lowly place within the hierarchy of genre. We are a disrespected lot, cast into the slum of the art world, labeled as either maladjusted teens playing out frustration by ogling the slaughter of nubile coeds, or lonely gore-hounds with social anxiety and traumatic childhoods. The prevailing opinion is that any director can create horror—toss a ball of butcher knives into [...]
More»Jan 30
Call it the book that will not die. Four years after publication in the States, “Gods of Aberdeen” finally hits Russian bookstores. And the cover is…well…awesome?
I don’t know who that shirtless guy is, but I think it might be Dio. Holding what looks like a dreamcatcher. Whatever the case, I’m relieved to announce the last overseas incarnation of GOA is complete. Marly’s foreign rights crew worked wonders, and in their honor I’m including various covers of GOA [...]
More»Jan 15
‘Fraid not. All is quiet, as one would expect in the belly of winter. I’m busy at work on my next book, and busy at work converting my shed to a writing studio. Neighbors threaten to teach me ice skating on the frozen lake at the end of our street, but I resist. I’d rather sled.
More»Jan 2
My first tour journal reads a little greener than I’d like to admit, but I was green. So there you have it.
Below you’ll find my archived tour journal, beginning with the very first public reading of Gods of Aberdeen at a mall in Newton, MA. The best part of my too-long tour was the Italy jaunt, and reading it over I realize I didn’t convey how much fun I was having. I was too blinded by stress. I had also [...]
More»Jan 2
If you’re interested in why I started writing Gods of Aberdeen the answer is simple: it was a story I wanted to read.
But it didn’t begin that way. It began as a mental image, one thirty-second scene conceived sometime around my junior year of college. A young boy, dressed in a threadbare coat, carrying a duffel bag with all his possessions, trudging across a snow-covered lawn. All the usual gothic imagery applies – swirling winter sky, bare trees clacking in [...]
More»Dec 19
Today marks the first official snow here in Holliston, not a dusting but an honest amount requiring shovels and salt. At long last I get to see what the locals have been warning me about. Of course it’s hard to impress a Buffalonian with snow, so if this were the really old days I’d shake my fist at the leaden sky and challenge the winter gods to let loose. But this isn’t the really old days, and I’d much rather [...]
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