The Darkening Garden: Hook

The following is an entry reprinted from The Darkening Garden: A Short Lexicon of Horror, written by the World Fantasy Convention 2012 Encyclopedist Guest of Honor, John Clute. This is the second entry of several from The Darkening Garden to be reprinted on this site over the course of ten days. Some formatting has been changed […]

The Darkening Garden: Horror

The following is an entry reprinted from The Darkening Garden: A Short Lexicon of Horror, written by the World Fantasy Convention 2012 Encyclopedist Guest of Honor, John Clute. This is the first entry of several from The Darkening Garden to be reprinted on this site over the course of ten days. Some formatting has been changed […]

Feeling Very Lonely in Beyond, Part I of II: Juggling Genres and the Weird

Begging the readers’ indulgence for building up to a big argument, this week is theory, and next week the text: the far-future graphic novel The Last Days of an Immortal by Fabien Vehlmann and Gwen de Bonneval… I. Todorov’s neat definition, useful if profoundly outdated, places the fantastic as a genre between fantasy and suspense — which is to […]

Weirdfictionreview.com’s 101 Weird Writers: #14 — Charles Beaumont: The Nature of Evil in "The Howling Man"

This post is part of an ongoing series on 101 weird writers featured in The Weird compendium, the anthology that serves as the inspiration for this site. There is no ranking system; the order is determined by the schedule of posts. Charles Beaumont (1929 — 1967) was a prolific American author who established himself as a script writer in Hollywood and died of […]

Carla Gannis: A carny’s explosion-in-a-pixel factory

There has been much ado about this term called The New Aesthetic: what it means, where it’s from, what it aims to do, how it might wander aimlessly through the rhetoric of revolutionary art movements with nary a ripple in that ocean. Bruce Sterling has described it as the “eruption of the digital into the physical,” throwing […]

Jehanne Jean-Charles

There is something oddly joyous in the stories of Jehanne Jean-Charles, even at their most malicious. The wink of her trick endings is one not of smugness but of merry complicity — a wink from your stylish, daffy aunt, the absent-minded one who wears galoshes, knows magic, and has unmanageable hair. “Isn’t life grand?” she’s apt to […]