This Yellow Madness: The Children of Old Leech

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Children of Old Leech

Word Horde's Laird Barron tribute anthology, The Children of Old Leech, has started showing up on BEST of the Year lists. Those who have read it know why. Tangent Online's recommended Reading List for 2014 cites a quartet of stories from The Children of Old Leech in their 2014 round up, including “Snake Wine,” by Jeffrey Thomas, “Notes for ‘The Barn in the Wild’,” by Paul Tremblay, “Of a Thousand Cuts,” by Cody Goodfellow, and “The Last Crossroads on a Calendar of Yesterdays,” by Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.

Pleased am I? Yes. I. Am!

http://www.tangentonline.com/news-mainmenu-158/2621-tangent-online-2014-recommended-reading-list

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2 comments:

Wilum PugmireMarch 30, 2015 at 6:00 AM
I have ye eldritch beercan stuck up my arse!

Shalom Homo
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Joe PulverMarch 30, 2015 at 6:17 AM
Zappa's Jazz From Hell is tickling my brain
The old fingers at the dull keys -keepin' them blues away
Ol scratch breathing down my neck but the words. Magic. The words. Tragic like an unwanted chinese baby sinking like a stone

- - - tap tip tat tat Carcosa is speaking my º¤□○▪■•◇◆》¡¿
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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