Today’s installment of Ben Arzate’s The Unreprinted comes from Silent Motorist staff writer Zakary McGaha who has found himself an out-of-print genre paperback whose book jacket deserves to be remembered if nothing else. In McGaha’s own words, “It may very well have my favorite 80s skeleton cover…although I think Wild Violets by Ruth Baker Field wins
By The Reverend When I was growing up Vietnam vets were still feeling the sting of the jungle. The government had fucked its bright-eyed boys by sending them out to die in the name of some faceless authority figure’s agenda. To add insult to injury, they’d dumped foul chemicals on their own troops so that
by JL Mayne I love board games. I spend more money on them than nearly anything else, buying a new one about every month or two. As of writing this, I haven’t gotten a new game in over a month and I’m pretty sure I’m going through withdrawals. To help alleviate my pain, here is
By Reverend Bob Turn back. Now move forward. Step into a realm of cosmic slack and arcane power where politicians light each other on fire and zealots buy their own damnation at discount prices. It’s a place where you can reclaim your lost Yeti powers and vanquish the mongrels of reasoning to the abyss of
Svevo’s Zeno’s Conscience was fiercely advocated by James Joyce in its time, and you can sort of see why. Although it’s not a modernist hypertext like Ulysses and Finnegan’s Wake, it clearly habits the weird, transitory milieu of the early turn of the century. It’s one of the better “life-as-a-ridiculous-man” narratives (see Sartre’s Nausea), and it’s more than worth
by Bob Freville Here at the Motorist, our Films That Fell Through the Cracks column has covered a number of movies that might have become cult classics if they hadn’t vanished before they had a chance to penetrate the pop culture consciousness. Those titles have included flicks about a killer in a bunny mask, a
The Con is On (2018, Lionsgate) Review by Bob Freville The term “vanity project” gets thrown around a lot, but it’s something that is normally applied to an art form attempted by a novice who is foreign to the field in question. When you hear that a sitcom actor like Charlie Sheen has put out
by JL Mayne Have you ever seen anyone who has had a severe stroke? Part of their brain starts dying. They lie there, staring at you, wondering what in the hell is going on inside of their head. Part of them tries to talk to you, but all that comes out is a jumble of
Kindle Crack is back with more Nick Mamatas! Night Shade Books’ I Am Providence just peaked bestseller status in horror comedy on Amazon, so there’s no doubt that you need to be there hitting “Buy now with 1-Click” STAT. This is simply pure deliciousness. No Kindle Crack feels complete without a Brian Evenson sale. I’ve said it
We’ve had all we could take. They have relied on us for more years than we have left on God’s green earth. And we’re sick to death of their demands, the limitations it puts on our own existence. Because that’s all we’re doing now: merely existing. I can’t remember the last time my husband and
