I’ve been informed that last night, my publisher sat w/ Borges and an unnamed administrator of the CONET PROJECT, sipping a homebrewed potion (they’d whipped up in the slopsink of the 2nd floor bathroom), and THEY DECIDED, the only way to rack-up sales for my new collection of weird fiction, was for de bEast to take it on the road. Yeah, that’s right, readings in off-the-beaten-path & hitherto-unknown libraries (where Ellroy & VanderMeer & Jean Ray [if he was still around] and the other giants wouldn’t set foot for hugepiles-of-dollareagles), and dusty(indie)bookstores (you know the ones you find behind gas stations and above pawnshops that cater to the Satanik), and the nighttime backrooms of ginmills. They also concluded these appearances should take place in every state of The Union. So P’uuly-verre gets to take his manycolored-show of stained translations on the road – 50 days! 50 States! Will there be rain in Pageant, Kentucky? Grey in Spriggs, Texas? Gaudy statements, seething w/ tragic in Soul Francisco? Creepy, crawly in Sleepy Hollow? Yup. Will I quote KEW, and tip my hat to Goodis and C’ys-khone? Bet yer skinnybottom, I sho ‘nuff will!
Maps and directions to our first shindig have been printed on (pulp-grade) handbills, which you can find in various interstate rest rooms. Pick one up, translate it w/ your exclusive decoder of all things hush-hush, and drop by this evening. Refreshments will be served.
We will be repeating this message, or one very similar, tomorrow, before our next stop on the House of Hollow Wounds tour!