Log in

No account? Create an account

First Review for Kiernan's The Red Tree

From http://www.libraryjournal.com/article/CA6668997.html?industryid=47123

"Kiernan, Caitlín R. The Red Tree. ROC: NAL. Aug. 2009. c.432p. ISBN 978-0-451-46276-3. pap. $16. FANTASY

"Author Sarah Crowe leaves Atlanta after her girlfriend commits suicide, settling at a homestead in rural Rhode Island in order to finish her latest book, which is well past deadline. There's something sinister about the house, and Sarah quickly learns that the previous tenant, a professor and folklorist named Charles Harvey, killed himself while researching a book about the supernatural folklore of New England. Exploring the basement, Sarah discovers Harvey's manuscript, and she quickly finds herself in the middle of a living nightmare centered on a mysterious red oak tree in the house's yard. VERDICT With its intelligent blend of folklore, horror, and dark fantasy, Kiernan's latest appeal well beyond urban fantasy fans; readers who enjoy Neal Gaiman, Poppy Z. Brite, and Keith Donohue may want to check Lost fans mourning the lack of new episodes will appreciate the similar themes and intricate puzzles here."

The Murky Light in the Tunnel's Distance

I trekked down into the wine cellar to insert a few notes into "Buried Truths". I finally figured out how to make two important conversations the dramatic pivots, and the device involves writing Mischief the cat, who is now named Spooky, back into the story. I purposely avoided reading any more than I needed to make those insertions. That story needs a few more weeks to ferment.

Wednesday Wives

"Wednesday Wives" is the collective name I christened my ex-girlfriends, Wednesday, that is, as in Addams. The reason behind this is all my flames could have been Wednesday as an adult. Today, I was struck with the thought that this would make the good title for a story. That, then, was today's writing project, forging this idea with some kind of appropriate plot. I don't know yet really where this is going, but I do know that the main character's name is Sonya.

Two For One

"Buried Truths" is sitting in the wine cellar for a few weeks.

I have two story ideas, one a novella, and the other either a short story or a long novel. The working title for the novella is Cowboy, the main character. Yeah, it's trite but so is Cowboy himself. Or, is he? This is going to be very experimental fiction and I may not get it to work. The inspiration for this story was David Cronenberg's method of adapting William Burroughs's Naked Lunch into a script and subsequently making the movie.

The novel (or is it a short story?) needs some major research along the lines of reading Ann Coulter and others of her ilk. Hopefully I won't have to pay a whole lot buying some of their books used. The working title is Highway to Hell. It will be satire and if I pull it off, the book should piss off just about anyone who has a passion for politics, a skill I mastered after years of posting on Plastic and Metafilter.

The nice thing about these two is that if I can't pull off the experimental version of Cowboy, a more linear version would make a great subplot for Highway to Hell.

I am currently rereading Clive Barker's Books of Blood. "The Midnight Meat Train" is a must-read for anyone who writes horror. You pros will get it immediately, but for the rest of us, making a copy of the story and sitting down with a red pen is fairly mandatory.

The First Day Of A New Life

Today I finished the first draft of "Buried Truths", a short story that has rolled around in my head for almost 7 years. At first, it was meant to be a novel titled Veronica Dearheart featuring a cat/familiar named Mischief, but then Clive Barker published Abarat with its main character named Mischief, so my cat lost his remaining five lives.

Although I arrived in Boston on Sunday, today feels like my first day as an actual resident. My son is now a man, and my exwife a bitter memory. I am free.