Archive for September, 2012

This blog could simply say, “Trent Zelazny’s Too Late to Call Texas is available for pre-order on Amazon.”  And that would be enough, should be enough, to send you scampering to the link to place your order (incidentally, every time you see an underlined word or phrase in this post, it will take you directly to the Amazon page for the book—you can even click on any of the images herein and also be whisked away to the Land of Amazon.  Why not zip over there now?).   What?  You need a reason?  You don’t know who this Zelazny character is?

Ahem.  If I may.

I’ve likened Too Late to Call Texas elsewhere as “Shakespeare- tragedy-meets-Tarantino brutality.”  Not since Jack Bauer have so many characters been in so much danger.  The body count is high, the feel-good quotient low.  But this is what Zelazny seems to know and do best, which is to deny us relief, shun our pleas for leniency.  If you’re looking for sunshine and roses look elsewhere.  On the other hand, if you like tragedy (Shakespeare) and ugly, in-your-face grit (Tarentino), then look no further.  Zelazny knows this territory, maybe too well.  And he’s not afraid to grab the reader by the scruff of the neck and say, “Pay attention, this is what despair feels like; what it looks, and smells and tastes like.”  I find all of this immensely refreshing.  We are being told and shown the truth.  The prose is so good, the voice so damned convincing, that we don’t care what the story’s about. We’ll follow these characters down any festering hole they stumble into because Zelazny makes it impossible not to believe.

We talk about this writer’s or that writer’s latest offering, and how that writer is “working at the top of his form.”  Well, I’m not sure Zelazny has a lower position in his form.  He seems to do what he does so effortlessly…well, it’s scary.  And encouraging.  If he doesn’t slow down, we have much to look forward to.

I don’t know the man, so I am going out on a limb in saying Zelazny is not slanting for any particular market, he is stilling some very aggressive personal demons.  If I ever get to meet him, I’d like to talk with him long over coffee and beg him never to stop writing.  At least until the demons have had their say.

I’ve raved about Trent Zelazny before, will continue to do so, and this latest work only proves my previous rants.  This boy can write.  You should be reading his work.  Zelazny may well be the rightful heir to the dark landscape of fiction perfected by Cornell Woolrich—Yes, he is that good.

First, I’d like to thank The Academy.  It truly is an honor just to be nominated.  Wait….that’s the other acceptance speech.  Perhaps someday.

Until then, I find myself in possession of A Lovely Blog Award nomination.


Ain’t it shiny???  Many thanks to The Delightfully Talented  Emmie Mears (yes, that is her full name) for the nod.

The idea here is to share 7 things you (yes, all of you) may not know about me, and then to nominate 7 other worthy souls to go and do likewise.

So where to begin?  Since I am a crafty sort, I thought I’d couch these 7 tidbits in a “desert island” format, i.e., those things you would want to take with you if you knew you’d find yourself stranded with only Wilson-the-Volleyball for company.

So, in no particular order, My Seven Desert Island Musts:

The Book:  Imajica, by Clive Barker.  Why?  Well, it’s really long, hello.  And, I think being stranded and all, I’d have plenty of time to actually figure out what it’s all about.  Win.

The Movie (yes, it is assumed there will be a Blu-ray player, a TV, and electricity, duh): The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.  Three movies, sez you?  Hey, sez I, I have them in a boxed set—one box = one really long movie.

The  Grub:  Sushi.  Nuff said.

The Album (yes, there is also a stereo on this island):  Daniel Ho, Hawaiian Slack Key Guitar. It’s drifty and pleasant, no pesky words to get stuck in your brain, and…well, hey, I’m on an island.

The Drink: The survivalist in me says water…but I’m going to go with a nice Tazo Iced Green Tea, Venti, no sweetener.

The Exercise Video (there’s a TV, remember?):  Shiva Rea’s Daily Energy, Vinyasa Yoga.  Endless combinations and it will take years to master it.  Namaste.

The Appliance:  Typewriter.  Oh the joys of unlimited time to write multiple masterpieces.  No paper, you say?  I’ll use leaves.  Pfff, look at what The Professor made on Gilligan’s Island.  Oh, and why a typewriter instead of a word processor?  The sound.  The clickety-clack wonder of worlds being created.

And now, I’d like to pass off this sweaty baton and nominate a few other lovely  blog types.

Ms. Nine


Jane Carroll

Linda Bowers Bolton

Ellie Mack

Tara Chevrestt

Bruce Blake

And a final thank you to one of the finest bloggers out there, Emmie Mears.  Run, do not walk, to her blog.  Follow it.  You will not be disappointed.