This Yellow Madness: March 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

TOP gets an award

SheNeverSlept.com has given my novel, The Orphan Palace, the 20111 "Ultimate Nightmare" award.

http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/archives/8273

You can find their rave review at this link:

http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/archives/7058
TOP's publisher, Chomu Press, has also won an award for best publisher. Take a look at their disquieting and venturous titles and you'll see why! Cisco's The Great Lover, Reed's Here Comes The Nice! My deepest thanks to Quentin and the staff at Chomu for publishing TOP, and for all their other marvelous releases.

Congrats to all the other winners!! !
The Orphan Palace also recieved a good review from "Weird Fiction Review".

http://weirdfictionreview.com/2012/03/the-mere-touch-weird-reviews/

Other news: A Season In Carcosa will soon be heading to the publisher, Miskatonic River Press, for its Summer 2012 release.

http://miskatonicriverpress.com/

And my new collection, Portraits of Ruin, is coming in from Hippocampus Press in April. PoR can be pre-ordered now. PoR has an introduction by Matt Cardin and Tom Ligotti and the following to say:

"Let us posit that Bukowski is the sun. Or Brautigan, Burroughs and the Beats—a solar Coney Island of the Mind where Timothy Leary’s dead and dead Cthulhu waits and sings the live long daydream believer. Then Joe Pulver’s Portraits of Ruin would be the burst of planets, Big Bang-Bang, Marquee Moons hanging on for what they got, scream of consciousness—in Outer Space no one can hear it . . . except Coffin Joe, Monster Mash Potato that big ol’ Portraits of Ruin—Mars needs it, you need it, so just open the lid and shake your fist—then say: “They kill horses, horses, horses, horses.” Thank you. Come again?—Thomas Ligotti

http://www.hippocampuspress.com/mythos-and-other-authors/fiction/portraits-of-ruin?zenid=f177bd4fd6d3c98b136a0b063a37d211

Please support all the wonderful small presses out there.

More SOON!! !

Thomas Ligotti says --

“Let us posit that Bukowski is the sun. Or Brautigan, Burroughs and the Beats—a solar Coney Island of the Mind where Timothy Leary’s dead and dead Cthulhu waits and sings the live long daydream believer. Then Joe Pulver’s Portraits of Ruin would be the burst of planets, Big Bang-Bang, Marquee Moons hanging on for what they got, scream of consciousness—in Outer Space no one can hear it . . . except Coffin Joe, Monster Mash Potato that big ol’ Portraits of Ruin—Mars needs it, you need it, so just open the lid and shake your fist—then say: “They kill horses, horses, horses, horses.” Thank you. Come again?”

SIMON STRANTZAS on PoR

"Fearless. Daring. Poetic prose for the unhinged. Each tale in "Portraits of Ruin" packs the sort of mental wallop that leaves the reader reeling. From the scorched deserts to the highest foreign towers, across plains of reality and beneath burning suns, this is no volume for the weak, for the conventional. It is a wake-up call from one of the genre's most visionary masters. A book for those who see differently, for those not afraid to know the truth no matter how terrible the cost. I envy anyone about to experience Pulver's horrors for the first time." - Simon Strantzas, author of Nightingale Songs

Robert M. Price says

"Pulver's genius in his ability to shape-shift stylistically
between Raymond Chandler and Thomas Ligotti--without your even noticing! Like the gospel demon, his name ought to be Legion, since he assumes a new voice and persona as every particular chapter or sequence requires. In the new book,
Pulver's polyphonic gifts mutate to a new and even more powerful pitch. There is nothing like it! It sounds, indeed reads, like a living contradiction in terms! The result is a deep dark forest of wonders, containing both monsters and molesters, both angels and devils." -- Robert M. Price