Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Accepted and in the pipeline...


“A Meeting On The Trail to Hot Iron” – “Lovecraft eZine” APR 2011
“Reprieve Eve No. 33” – [anthology title and ToC to come]
“The Corpse-eating Cult of Leng” – Robert M. Price, ed. The Secret Heart of Asia
“The Second Wave Of Fear” – Robert M. Price, ed. Beyond the Mountains of Madness
several “tExts” – Mike Dubsich Black Velvet Necronomicon: Curse Book
“…Hungry …Rats” – S.T. Joshi, ed. Spawn of the Green Abyss

AKLONOMICON – co-editor w/ Ivan McCann and:
     4 “tExts” for Mike Dubisch art
     “tExt” for Ann S. Koi art
     “TIME . . . and FOREVER” w/ Tara Vanflower
     “kristamas as an exhibition”
     “Never Call Anubis Loki’s Robots Cheap-Shit” w/ Garrett Cook and Jordan Krall
     Poem w/ Nova Rupertus

“A Hand At The Door” – “Patricide #3”
“the guilt of each… at the end” – Henrik Harksen, ed. Urban Cthulhu: Nightmare Cities
“NO HEALING PRAYERS” - Dead But Dreaming 2 Kevin Ross, ed. [Miskatonic River Press] 2011
“Just Another Desert Night With Blood” - Ellen Datlow, ed. The BEST HORROR of the Year 3 [Night Shade Books] 2011
NIGHT BEGETS - Sarah L. Covert, ed. [Double Feature Press] 2011

The Grimscribe's Puppets - Pulver, ed. [MRP] FALL 2012
A Season in Carcosa - Pulver, ed. [MRP] SUMMER 2012
Further details on these [and other things] as I receive them~ ~~

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Grimscribe's Puppets has a cover!

Dani Serra's stunning cover for The Grimscribe's Puppets! !!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Ellen Datlow's The BEST HORROR of the Year #3

My text "Just Another Desert Night With Blood" is in this wonderful anthology. Here's the cover

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Laird Barron

"Joe Pulver is that rare artist who wears his influences on his sleeve yet is wholly original. He infuses his mellifluous prose with a raw, intellectual swagger that is sorely lacking in genre fiction. There are many writers of dark fantasy and horror, but after Joe Pulver the gods broke the mold." --Laird Barron, author of The Imago Sequence

Am humbled yet again . . . Delighted and thankful too.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Richard Gavin

In "Dead Reckoning" # 9 [Hippocampus Press 2011] acclaimed-author Richard Gavin (Omen, Charnel Wine) will be reviewing SIN & ashes. Here's a couple of snippets from his rave review --

"The varied subjects and settings that comprise this book’s vast canvas, coupled with the sheer number of its pieces, make giving a tale-by-tale analysis all but impossible, for Pulver’s work is a gestalt, a tsunami of image and emotion. His words are unfailingly razor-keen, his tone beautiful and horrific at once."

"If you are a reader who seeks lulling escapism, this book offers no such creature comfort. Pulver tales are not the kind of stories one slips into like a warm bath. They are splashes of frigid water, which constantly jar and twist rather than flow headlong. This is what makes Sin & Ashes such a potent volume. Pulver is a writer who takes risks with each story he fashions, which in turn makes reading them exceptionally rewarding."

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Ellen Datlow

Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. is a fine writer of prose and poetry. His collection SIN & ashes (Hippocampus Press) is a deliciously varied and ambitious collection of mostly new stories and poems of dark fantasy, weird fiction, and horror by a writer who has quickly made a name for himself in his chosen field.

--Ellen Datlow Multi award winning editor

Gary McMahon

Joe Pulver is a one-man literature machine. He writes fiction and poetry, edits, and basically inspires other creative artists to excel. Joe's Sin & Ashes is surely one of the most important fiction collections of the year, and serves to remind us all that greatness is still possible in the field of weird fiction.

--Gary McMahon, author of Pretty Little Dead Things and Pieces of Midnight

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern

I welcome this opportunity to commend Joe Pulver as a generous and hard-working individual and as a writer who has distinguished himself for his protean talents which meld a variety of styles and subjects. Given that my own ambitions have focused on supernatural literature, I feel most qualified to comment on Joe’s achievements in this genre. For some time I have admired Joe for the inventiveness of his writing and his aspirations to make his mark among the classic authors in the field of horror fiction—a pantheon that includes H. P. Lovecraft and Robert W. Chambers—as well as integrating his wide reading of works traditionally comprising the myriad canon’s of world literature.

I am proud to regard myself as a peer of Joe’s in our mutual endeavors as practitioners of supernatural writing, or whatever one cares to designate as fiction of unconstrained imagination, especially as we share a like objective to expand the parameters of our chosen mode of artistic expression. In addition, I envy Joe’s unrelenting industrious in this aim. Both in the novel and in the short story form, Joe has demonstrated his mastery, and he stands as one of the few figures among contemporary imaginative writers with a genuine fervor to elevate the standards of what is usually perceived as a strictly popular genre.

Thomas Ligotti

Thursday, March 17, 2011

eBooks coming next week

Nightmare's Disciple and Blood Will Have Its Season will be available next week as eBooks [for Kindle and Nook].

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

How I Survived the Cowboy Movie [or When the Barron Opened His Eye]

Portland, OR: parking lot of a centipede-infested motel. No sun. No beautiful. Procession of black – one Price, one Shelly, one Hopfrog, a Myers, a Shea, and a bEast.

And the Barron.

Opened his eye, spoke, “Damn pussyfooting . . . I’ve never.”

Lot of nodding in agreement. Same as yesterday’s panel, The Dream Quest of a Lovecraftian Writer. No one disagrees with the Barron. Might if Lee Marvin was around and holding an .8 gauge. He sure as hell wasn’t.

Didn’t drop any other words on us. Left. We looked at each other, shivered a-might, felt we’d just made it out the apocalypse by the skin of our teeth. No, I’m not sayin’ our underwear was still clean.

5 hours later: I sat by the jukebox w/ the Judge. Played some old JT’s tunes, and the b-side of a Seeger hit, “Makin’ Thunderbirds”. We were on our 5th cup of tea, Earl Grey, and almost done w/ our pizza.

The Barron sat 3 tables away. Deep in his black notebook, mutterin’ and hissin’, sharp as a pack of madass hopped-up on blood, as he scratched away. Stopped sudden-like. Got up walked passed us. On the way back he muttered something about, “Designer food is shit.”

Classic Italian, peppers, onions, double cheese, hot sausage. Maybe yer not susposed to cook the meat? Too each his own I guess.

We’ll he sat there for a while. Smiled. Spit some more fire into his notebook . . . Still don’t remember why we didn’t bug outta there . . .

Barmaid came over told him he had an important call from Mr. Ellroy. He left. Stupid, but I went over to see what the hell he was writing.

Dear Cormac,

Hell, Jack was right. The battle of the fangs is a love-tale red-written on the snow. These listless cattle just don’t get it. Death’s head rings, pours out 6 glares, the white-lumpen magpies fold. They stink of urine and sweat. Makes you want to bulldoze the whole zoo—

There was a thrak and 2 b’booms by the bar so I hot-footed it back to my table, played dumb real good. He came back, snapped his notebook shut. Left.

Only other thing I’d seen was SLOTHS in caps, w/ a hard line drawn through it. Yeah, scared me pretty good.

Next day -- Hollywood Theater 2pm: Panel on Put A Little Death’s Head Blues in Your Contemporary Lovecraftian Fiction. One Price, one Hopfrog, a Myers, a Shea, and a bEast. First one prattled, and then the next one took it for a spin. I was ‘bout ta bleed a fever about a room of mystery and darkness and some strange white savages I’d encountered when the Sergeant waved from the back door of the auditorium. I knew the wave meant time to haul ass. I mumbled something about an emergency and split before dust and sorrows stepped aside and terror fell.

As I hit the door I heard a loud rasping howl. Knew the voice, even in the city we’ve got wild dogs. Where they blow upon the streets you double lock the door and turn off the lights, hope they pass thinking nobody home. One foot in the hallway, one in the grave, I turned. Guess enough was enough. The Barron opened his eye, there was a flash and his knife came out, started taking scalps.

Newspapers said the brute was a mad god, he’d applied his teeth.

These days I stay away from blood meridians and cons where the whims and fancy of the New Master's lunge and whip. They say the super-max will hold the Barron. They also told me I could be President . . . Hey, feel brave, you go pull on Superman’s cape if you like. Me, I’m cleaning my .8 gauge . . .

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Honorable Mentions from ELLEN DATLOW

In addition to being privileged enough to have Ellen Datlow buy one of my texts for her Year’s Best Horror book she also gave me 10 "Honorable Mentions" --

Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “Devil’s Got the Walkin’ Blues,” SIN & ashes.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “Engravings,” Black Wings.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “First There Is a Mountain…Then” SIN & ashes.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “In the White Walls of Silence,” SIN & ashes.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “Lonesome Separate Ways,” SIN & ashes.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “Perfect Grace,” SIN & ashes.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “Scarlet Obeisance,” (poem) The Tindalos Cycle.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “The Delirium of a Worm-Wizard,” (poem) SIN & ashes.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “The Last Few Nights in a Life of Frost,” The Weird Fiction Review 1, fall.
Pulver, Sr. Joseph S. “When the Deal Goes Down,” SIN & ashes.

Ellen Datlow! WOW!!
YAY! !!

And let me say a BIG CONGRATS to everyone else on her HM list! !!

Friday, March 11, 2011

Nightmare's Disciple

Nightmare's Disciple returns to print with the original unpublished Bob Price "introduction" and a new afterward by Bob.