Review by Ben Arzate The Isle of Flowers is covered with cherry blossom trees, the primary resource of its inhabitants. Every winter, or “the Cold” as they call it, freezing lotus flowers bloom, requiring them to burn the trees for warmth. The trees, however, are starting to thin out. What’s worse, sea creatures called “tourists”
By Bob Freville Tempe Entertainment was founded in 1991, but I didn’t hear about them until the mid-90s when I happened upon an enthralling profile of Tempe founder J.R. Bookwalter in Fangoria magazine. The article in question painted a picture of DIY innovation before DIY was part of the pop culture lexicon. Upon reading about
Review by Bob Freville Duncan P. Bradshaw’s Mr. Sucky is very funny and very British. From its first paragraphs, we are graced with a scenario straight out of a Monty Python episode. By that, I mean that Bradshaw takes familiar imagery and subverts expectations with hilariously matter-of-fact horror that’s at once bust-a-gut funny and uber-cringey.
By Bob Freville 1. Kathe Koja Long before modern readers embraced the brutal, gut-churning minimalism of Chuck Palahniuk, Kathe Koja introduced a clipped literary style to speculative fiction that was brusque, brave and fringe before fringe was really a thing. A prominent figure during the 90s genre paperback boom, Koja made a name for herself
By Ben Arzate Welcome to the first installment of “The Unreprinted,” wherein I discuss out-of-print books of every genre. For this initial discussion, we’ll be taking a look at the cult erotic horror novel by author and film critic Tim Lucas, Throat Sprockets. “A city without theaters is a guilty city; it is a place
Traditions are important. No matter how insignificant, how stupid, or how cruel. We hold to them. My hometown, a small, rural place, has its own traditions. And, as is the way with small, rural places, traditions are held to more strictly than elsewhere. And, if ever there is a day meant for traditions, it is
By Bob Freville I know you. You’re a sick little prick. You like to watch people get maimed and murdered, but lately that’s not doing it for you. You want more. Like that Billions guy getting his rocks off by taking an Asian girl’s eyeball out in Eli Roth’s Hostel, you need more. More. MORE!!!
Illustration by Brian Glossup By Ben Arzate & Bob Freville Are you a poor leech on society? Do you want to have extra cash to buy more booze this Halloween and drink away the unbearable pain of your existence? Well, no worries, you destitute untermensch! Here are ten DIY costumes you can make yourself on
I’ve a story for you about the recent Hill House adaptation and a place I used to live and why I have trouble sleeping if Mystery Science Theater 3000 isn’t playing on the television. This is a ghost story. I do not necessarily believe in ghosts, regardless of the following confession or the scar I
By J.L. Mayne The bile stings as it ejects from my empty stomach into the white porcelain. The acid struggles to mix with the water. Strings of green and yellow drip through the murk to the base of the bowl. My arms rest on the seat, where my family sits and defecates at least once