The Lurker on the Threshold...

...was a box of eldritch description. Inside, bound in packing tape and bubble-wrap, was a tome of unspeakable imaginings celebrating the dark worlds of one Howard Phillips Lovecraft, late of Providence, Rhode Island and the Mountains of Madness.

I've got to say, PS Publishing certainly did a knockout job on the extra-crunchy traycased version of S. T. Joshi's Black Wings: Tales of Lovecraftian Horror. The wonderfully understated dust-jacket art by Jason Van Hollander is reproduced on the cover itself, and most of the contributors have signed the volume much more legibly than I did (damn them). For his part, S. T. has assembled a group of writers both unexpected and pleasing to the Lovecraftian aficionado. In other words, I can't wait to crack the covers and get to work reading this one. Up first: a new piece by David Schow (i.e. I just can't restrain myself from jumping ahead).

For you non-collectors, there's also an unsigned hardcover of Black Wings available. And when it comes to synchronicity: while I was writing this post I received an email from an editor about my contribution to Black Wings, a novella called "Lesser Demons" (also the title story in my new SubPress collection). Nothing to report just yet, but sounds like this one's advanced in the second round with shotguns blazing and more than a little grue....

They Say It's Your Birthday...

...and it is. Mine, anyway. It's been a good one so far, even if the skies are (mostly) tombstone gray today in "sunny" California.

But, hey, that doesn't bother me. I still plan to fire up the bbq tonight and grill a celebratory feast. There may even be a Margarita involved. Besides that, the mailman has been dropping stuff on the porch all week, and early this afternoon Tia finally unlocked the birthday vault and let me get my hands on the swag that's been coming my way. That means it's time to shoot some thanks into the electronic ether -- i.e. the musical Twilight Zone card was great, and so was the greeting from Elvis P. I will try not to kill the batteries on these too quickly... and I probably won't have a chance given the other cool stuff I need to peruse, including a Tom Russell tribute CD and a great-looking 10-disc sixties/early seventies boxed CD set (obviously, "You're Pushin' Too Hard," "The Letter," and Barry McGuire's "Eve of Destruction" will be on replay often). And, yes, it's true. I freely admit that I cling to dinosaur technology. Around here, it's five CDs on shuffle play every morning. Plus, I still have a Sony Walkman and several hundred cassette tapes. That's the power of Maxell Cr02 technology, baby... those suckers were built to last. Hey, even my cheapo TDKs still rock on just fine, thank you very much.

Given the above, it's probably not a surprise that the Iron Man figure I unwrapped today is the old-school first-gen walking rustbucket version. However, the good news is that he does come complete with "snap-on repulsor blast!" On top of that, I received a couple more volumes in the fantastic Dark Horse reissue series of Creepy and Eerie, two favorites B&W comics from my monsterkid childhood. Crack the covers on these bad boys and you're eyeball-to-page with the work of guys like Frank Frazetta, Reed Crandall, Gray Morrow, John Severin, Wally Wood, and Steve Ditko. From where I'm sitting, it doesn't get much better than that.

Anyway, time to check out and get back to the birthday. Have to fire up that bbq and see if the heavens are going to spit on my charcoal. In the meantime, let me leave you with a blast from the past courtesy of Uncle Creepy and the late, great Frank Frazetta. This is horror from back in the day, when werewolves were testosteronic ass-kickers and vampires never sparkled....

Demons on the Tarmac

Good news: Bill Schafer of Subterranean Press was nice enough to have a couple copies of Lesser Demons drop-shipped to me directly from the printer. One is sitting on my coffee table and the other is across the state line by now. Hopefully it wasn't snatched by overzealous guards at the border, but you never know about these things.

Better news: according to a shipping update from the folks at Sub, Lesser Demons is now "on the tarmac." They're currently getting out a pair of Bradbury and Gaiman titles, and then we're up along with collections from Jack Vance and Daniel Abraham. Shuffle that deck any way you want, and that's fine company all the way around.

David J. Schow (x 3)

For my money, David Schow was word-for-word the best writer to make his mark during the eighties horror boom, when the splatterpunks reared up and roared. So I'm glad to report that I just got word from Mr. Schow (and Ava Gardner) that he's got not one, not two, but THREE (count 'em!) new books on the way this July. Here's the rundown from DJS himself on what's coming:

The paperback: Hunt Among the Killers of Men, a pulpy softcover thriller in the “Gabriel Hunt” series founded by Hard Case Crime kingpin Charles Ardai (who also published Gun Work). The adventures are written as “as-told-to” books, and this one’s my installment. The fabulous cover is by Glen Orbik. Yes, there are guns.

The hardcover: Internecine, my first novel since 2003’s Bullets of Rain; what I hope is received as a “suspenser .” Yes, there are lots more guns. (That’s Thomas Jane on the cover — twice — as rendered by Tim Bradstreet).

The pricier hardcover: The Art of Drew Struzan, which is pretty self-explanatory except that THIS is a book of comps — all the different interpretations of various movies before they get to the poster-painting stage (like those vetoed Indiana Jones posters with the swastikas on them, or the SIX OTHER VERSIONS of the famous Creature from the Black Lagoon limited-edition print). Drew speaks at length on these and his retirement from the Hollywood grind; I interpret what he says. Virtually no guns at all in this one.

Norm again: guns or no guns, this is a triple-shot of great news. Can't wait.

Graduation Day

In what sometimes passes for the real world, I'm a night supervisor at a college library. I'm lucky enough to spend most of my evenings with a great student staff, and every year I have to say adios to a few of them when graduation rolls around. Just a few more days and that time is here.

The way I see it, that's a full bucket of more's the pity. Sure I'm happy for the grads, but I'll miss them, too. I know my fellow supes feel the same way. Four aces will be gone from our deck this year, and we said our goodbyes at a lunch where we survived flying Japanese cutlery and Polynesian beverages. So here's to you -- Chris G, Kate, Lesley, and Steph. You'll be missed. My life's got a little more spark for knowing you, and I hope you feel the same.

But wait a second. Mr. Garcia. Yeah, you. Get back here. You've still got one semester to go, and there's a truck of 808.39s in the back with your name on it. Let's get 'er done!

Black Wings: New Tales of Lovecraftian Horror

Just spotted a review over at Fantasy Magazine of this new anthology from S. T. Joshi. Paula Guran had this to say about my contribution:

"The small town (and surrounding world) of Norman Partridge's 'Lesser Demons' goes seriously amok one day, but a no-nonsense sheriff and a wet-behind-the-ears deputy manage to survive the mayhem zombie-like demons bring to their parts. The deputy starts reading a bunch of damned books -- since this is Lovecraft territory you can take that literally -- and thinks he can fix things. After all, you can't just 'shotgun the whole damn universe.' Or can you?"

Well... maybe you can try.

I haven't received a copy of Black Wings from PS Publishing yet, but I'm hoping it will make the trip to my mailbox soon. With stories by David J Schow and Laird Barron, I'm really looking forward to cracking the covers on this one. And I certainly had a blast writing "Lesser Demons." Never thought I'd type "The End" to a piece where I'd site H. P. Lovecraft and Jim Thompson as the two biggest influences, but here it is. Hope you enjoy it.

Three the Hard Way

Forget Jim Brown, Fred Williamson, and Jim Kelly, because there's a new interview over at Dark Scribe Magazine with me, Tom Piccirilli, and Gary Braunbeck. Warning: in the day of the easily digestible Twitter-bite, this particular chat-fest is a six-course meal. So bring your teeth and bring your attitude, and dig down deep with three guys who've seen the dark side of the street. Enjoy!