Wednesday, May 21, 2008
My Promotional Wish List
In my dream world, the band Nerf Herder would do a cover of Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" but change the words to make the song "Smooth Alchemist" to help promote the novel I'm finishing now. In the meantime, check out Nerf Herder right HERE for an old Blogpocalypse favorite.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
YouTube With Guns
Yellow Medicine author Anthony Neil Smith seems to be all over the place these days. Go HERE to check him out.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Jackie Cassada of Library Journal is about to get a big, wet kiss.
Jackie Cassada - Library Journal
Ten years after the world ends, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate emerges from his well-stocked mountain hideout to find a desolate land populated by bandits, savages, cannibals, and a lone cowboy named Buffalo Bill, who becomes his sidekick in danger and exploration. Joined by Sheila and Tyler, two women who have made their own paths to survival, the group discovers the glue that holds a fragile civilization together-a franchise of strip clubs called Joey Armageddon's Sassy-a-Go-Go. Gischler (Gun Monkeys; The Pistol Poets; Suicide Squeeze; Shotgun Opera) specializes in morbid humor, dark sarcasm, and comic noir, complete with violence and mayhem. Eccentric seriocomic sf in the tradition of Kurt Vonnegut and Douglas Adams, this postapocalyptic adventure is recommended for most mature sf readers.
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Any time I'm compared to Kurt Vonnegut, it's a good day. Vonnegut was my "primary figure" in grad school at the University of Southern Mississippi. So I'm happy. Really really happy.
Ten years after the world ends, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate emerges from his well-stocked mountain hideout to find a desolate land populated by bandits, savages, cannibals, and a lone cowboy named Buffalo Bill, who becomes his sidekick in danger and exploration. Joined by Sheila and Tyler, two women who have made their own paths to survival, the group discovers the glue that holds a fragile civilization together-a franchise of strip clubs called Joey Armageddon's Sassy-a-Go-Go. Gischler (Gun Monkeys; The Pistol Poets; Suicide Squeeze; Shotgun Opera) specializes in morbid humor, dark sarcasm, and comic noir, complete with violence and mayhem. Eccentric seriocomic sf in the tradition of Kurt Vonnegut and Douglas Adams, this postapocalyptic adventure is recommended for most mature sf readers.
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Any time I'm compared to Kurt Vonnegut, it's a good day. Vonnegut was my "primary figure" in grad school at the University of Southern Mississippi. So I'm happy. Really really happy.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Science Fiction Trading cards?
Yep, something new for us to collect, and the folks doing it want to include Emerson LaSalle. They need your help! Click HERE for details.
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Monday, May 5, 2008
THE GREAT PSYCHOBILLY BLOG ROAD TRIP OF 2008: DAY 1, PART 2
Anthony Neil Smith has hijacked my blog and wants to tell you this:
Last Stop: Smith’s Crimedog One
Holy hell, I finally made it. It was grueling and I’m delirious, but we’re now at the Blogpocalypse, where we find Gischler smoking a giant cigar and grilling up some BBQ ribs for the road. Add another set of golf clubs to the bed of the Big Red Truck, plus the most giantest case of Coors Light I’ve ever seen.
Now, Gischler’s got a new novel out in a couple of months. It’s called Go Go Girls of the Apocalypse, and I have to say that when you compare his book to the recent spate of post-apocalyptic literary novels that serve as both social commentaries on our own culture and prophetic cautionary tales, his is by far the silliest. And if your post-apocalypse ain’t silly, then you’ve got a giant stick up your ass. Do yourself a favor and hunt this one down, especially if you live in Texas and can make it out to one of our scheduled signings for July in San Antonio, Austin (along with Justin C. Gordon from Out of the Gutter), Dallas, and Houston.
The price of gas on this trip might make that end of the world scenario feel closer than ever, so in that case we’ll just have to turn the music up louder as we fill the tank, oblivious to the little digital numbers climbing higher and higher. So maybe when you’re shortening your vacation this year because it costs waaaaay too fucking much to go, like, anywhere, you can give yourself a “mental vacation” by purchasing Yellow Medicine at Barnes & Noble (or their website…and only if you have no super cool indie stores around, because they should come first), and indulge in the exploits of Deputy Billy Lafitte, a Mississippian exiled in Minnesota after Katrina, hoping his Southern charm can melt some of those frosty Northern attitudes in order to better con them. That guy, I’m telling you, he’s headed for trouble.
Next stop, the dead literal center of the heartland (okay, maybe not “literally”, but play along anyway)--Omaha, Nebraska, to pick up our good friend and third Stooge, the famous Sean Doolittle.
Driving time: 14 hours (but that’s only Daylight Savings Time, and only with a good watch battery) Tune for this leg: “Caledonia” by The Gourds (as it is for every road trip we’ve been on for the past eight years)
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Last Stop: Smith’s Crimedog One
Holy hell, I finally made it. It was grueling and I’m delirious, but we’re now at the Blogpocalypse, where we find Gischler smoking a giant cigar and grilling up some BBQ ribs for the road. Add another set of golf clubs to the bed of the Big Red Truck, plus the most giantest case of Coors Light I’ve ever seen.
Now, Gischler’s got a new novel out in a couple of months. It’s called Go Go Girls of the Apocalypse, and I have to say that when you compare his book to the recent spate of post-apocalyptic literary novels that serve as both social commentaries on our own culture and prophetic cautionary tales, his is by far the silliest. And if your post-apocalypse ain’t silly, then you’ve got a giant stick up your ass. Do yourself a favor and hunt this one down, especially if you live in Texas and can make it out to one of our scheduled signings for July in San Antonio, Austin (along with Justin C. Gordon from Out of the Gutter), Dallas, and Houston.
The price of gas on this trip might make that end of the world scenario feel closer than ever, so in that case we’ll just have to turn the music up louder as we fill the tank, oblivious to the little digital numbers climbing higher and higher. So maybe when you’re shortening your vacation this year because it costs waaaaay too fucking much to go, like, anywhere, you can give yourself a “mental vacation” by purchasing Yellow Medicine at Barnes & Noble (or their website…and only if you have no super cool indie stores around, because they should come first), and indulge in the exploits of Deputy Billy Lafitte, a Mississippian exiled in Minnesota after Katrina, hoping his Southern charm can melt some of those frosty Northern attitudes in order to better con them. That guy, I’m telling you, he’s headed for trouble.
Next stop, the dead literal center of the heartland (okay, maybe not “literally”, but play along anyway)--Omaha, Nebraska, to pick up our good friend and third Stooge, the famous Sean Doolittle.
Driving time: 14 hours (but that’s only Daylight Savings Time, and only with a good watch battery) Tune for this leg: “Caledonia” by The Gourds (as it is for every road trip we’ve been on for the past eight years)
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
Guns, girls and alcohol ... oh my!
Publisher's Weekly has weighed in on my forthcoming novel. I'm pretty darn happy. Check it out:
Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse Victor Gischler. Touchstone, $14 paper (336p) ISBN 978-1-4165-5225-3
Guns, girls and alcohol occupy almost every inch of this raucous thrill ride, providing nonstop opportunities for both action and comedy. After coming down from his mountain bunker, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate finds a world that is postapocalyptic by way of early '90s action films. Mortimer's quests to find his ex-wife and discover his own purpose serve as a strong center line through a haze of madcap events. He and "Buffalo" Bill, a man obsessed with the idea of cowboys as a postcivilized focal point, encounter a wide cast of characters along their journeys, including foul-mouthed, gun-toting Sheila, who at times seems the best adapted to the harsh new world. The trio hop from one explosive encounter to another, often with the thinnest of reasons. Despite the frontier violence and sketchy plot, the humor of this armageddon western is woven deeply enough to keep Mortimer's adventures feeling like a party. (July)
Not perfect (but I like frontier violence!) but I'm extremely pleased. Thanks, PW. You get a cookie.
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Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse Victor Gischler. Touchstone, $14 paper (336p) ISBN 978-1-4165-5225-3
Guns, girls and alcohol occupy almost every inch of this raucous thrill ride, providing nonstop opportunities for both action and comedy. After coming down from his mountain bunker, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate finds a world that is postapocalyptic by way of early '90s action films. Mortimer's quests to find his ex-wife and discover his own purpose serve as a strong center line through a haze of madcap events. He and "Buffalo" Bill, a man obsessed with the idea of cowboys as a postcivilized focal point, encounter a wide cast of characters along their journeys, including foul-mouthed, gun-toting Sheila, who at times seems the best adapted to the harsh new world. The trio hop from one explosive encounter to another, often with the thinnest of reasons. Despite the frontier violence and sketchy plot, the humor of this armageddon western is woven deeply enough to keep Mortimer's adventures feeling like a party. (July)
Not perfect (but I like frontier violence!) but I'm extremely pleased. Thanks, PW. You get a cookie.
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