brothercyst: January 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012


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Wednesday, January 18, 2012


Sometimes I read or overhear a really vivid phrase or exchange and I've got to take it down for posterity, to use later or just for inspiration.  The transcript of the conversation between the Italian Coast Guard captain and the captain of the Costa Concordia who abandoned the ship as it was sinking is such an exchange.  Really extraordinary.

—De Falco: “You go aboard. It is an order. Don’t make any more excuses. You have declared ‘abandon ship.’ Now I am in charge. You go on board! Is that clear? Do you hear me? Go, and call me when you are aboard. My air rescue crew is there.”
—Schettino: “Where are your rescuers?”
—De Falco: “My air rescue is on the prow. Go. There are already bodies, Schettino.”
—Schettino: “How many bodies are there?”
—De Falco: “I don’t know. I have heard of one. You are the one who has to tell me how many there are. Christ.”
—Schettino: “But do you realize it is dark and here we can’t see anything...”
—De Falco: “And so what? You want to go home, Schettino? It is dark and you want to go home?


Ken Baumann just sent me this exciting article.  (Best part: "Two females were hiking with nine dogs...")  A severed head was found in a bag beneath the Hollywood sign.  Man.  The Secret History of the Lord of Musahi comes to mind, as well as a weird kind of envy.  After I die, cut off my head and put it in a bag under the Hollywood sign.

Friday, January 13, 2012


Elizabeth Hand, a terrific author (whose Available Dark is out soon) reviewed the rerelease of Brand New Cherry Flavor for the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction and calls it one of the best horror novels she's read in the last few decades.  I've been singing its praises for a long time, and will again: it's awesome.  Read it if you haven't.

Monday, January 02, 2012


I just watched Bad Lieutenant on TV... saw it probably ten years ago and remembered it being good, but not that good.  What a fantastic movie.  Somehow it hit me a lot harder now than it did when I was a teenager.  Something about the patterns of relentless behavior and the visceral self-loathing and the inability to comprehend selfless behavior (even while groping toward an imitation of it)... this time it was just physically and viscerally jarring.  Fucking awesome film...  For some reason I guess I'd had an idea in my head of Ferrara as a really sloppy filmmaker with big vivid flashes of talent, but after seeing this again (and seeing Body Snatchers not too long ago), it's clear there was at least a period in the early 90s when he had enough discipline to deploy that talent really judiciously.


I have a story in the new issue of the New Haven Review.  Issue 9.  It's not out yet, comes out soon.  It's called "Migrations."  I believe it will make me the only author so far to have had two pieces of fiction in the NHR.  Proud!  Brian Francis Slattery and Bennett Lovett-Graff at the NHR have been very kind.


Currently reading John D. MacDonald's The End of the NightIt's about four young people who go on a killing spree.  It's told in a non-linear but fairly gripping fashion.  I got it because Stephen King said, "John D. MacDonald has written a novel called The End of the Night which I would argue is one of the greatest American novels of the twentieth century. It ranks with Death of a Salesman, it ranks with An American Tragedy."  I'm halfway through.  It's definitely good so far.