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John Linwood Grant writes occult detective and dark fantasy stories, in between running his beloved lurchers and baking far too many kinds of bread. Apart from that, he enjoys growing unusual fruit and reading rejection slips. He is six foot tall, ageing at an alarming rate, and has his own beard.

THE OTHER M R JAMES

Almost everyone knows of the writer M R James (1862-1936), but time has drawn a veil over many a late Victorian and Edwardian female author, letting them slide into obscurity. Fortunately, recent scholarship is beginning to address this problem. As a result, today we are able to provide a rare introduction to Miriam Rose James (1863-1948?) younger sister to Grace, Sidney, Herbert ‘Ber’ and Montague Rhodes James, of The Rectory, Great Livermere, Suffolk. A vehement supporter of women’s rights, originator (and only practitioner) of the ‘haberdashery ghost story’, and a trial to the establishment – the ‘other M R James’.

M R James
Montague Rhodes James

Unlike Montague, who was born in a clergy house in Dover, his sister Miriam Rose first saw the light of day on the Great Eastern Railways stopping train to Aldeburgh, calling at Wickham Market, Saxmundham, Leiston and Thorpeness. Her mother Emily had insisted she was merely suffering from a touch of indigestion, a diagnosis which was proved to be incorrect, rather graphically, in front of the two elderly spinsters and the Thorpeness post mistress who were sharing her compartment that afternoon.

The inconvenience of Miriam’s delivery in 1863, a year after her more renowned brother’s birth, proved to be symbolic of her subsequent life. She was never popular with her parents, being an expressive child with strong views on everything from the nursery wallpaper to the dubious virtues of haddock lightly poached in milk. Following an incident at the age of seven which involved her father (the Reverend Herbert James) and the visiting Bishop of Colchester, her parents were no longer welcome at the local fishmonger – and this was the final straw. In the autumn of that year, 1870, she was despatched to live with an unmarried cousin, Elspeth Trayle; the other James children were told that their little sister had been donated to a church mission for needy Africans.

Trayle, a successful haberdasher, was then in charge of her late father’s business (after his unexpected demise in a beach accident where he choked on an old whistle), and was known as the Mad Button Lady in her native town of Lowestoft. In Miriam, this entrepreneurial woman saw a great future, most of which consisted of gaining an unpaid counter assistant for the shop.

M R James
miriam rose james (c.20yrs old?)

Under the tutelage of Trayle – and that of an itinerant Portuguese governess wanted by Jesuits – Miriam grew to be an outstanding haberdasher and an outspoken young woman with distinctly atheistic views, a factor which further alienated her from her sedate Anglican relatives. Senhora Isabella Maria Luisa Almeida, the governess, provided the girl with the basics of natural history, geography, and how to defend herself from Papal assassins; Trayle provided a sound knowledge of accountancy and how to defend herself from men’s advances, armed only with a yard of Crêpe De Chine.

Senhora Isabella Maria Luisa Almeida, in later years

Contemporary descriptions have Miriam as a tall young woman with a slight facial resemblance to M R James, though possessing more hair and less pairs of glasses. A keen bicyclist, she could often be seen cycling slowly past Catholic and High Anglican churches in the company of Senhora Almeida, reciting scurrilous verse about St Ignatius of Loyola. The Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould included both women in a first draft of Suffolk Characters and Annoying Events, but this was later abandoned in favour of his much safer book Devonshire Characters and Strange Events (1909).

Miriam was an avid reader of both fabric catalogues and Gothic literature, but soon became interested in more modern works. Entranced by Amelia B Edwards’ description of a Nile voyage, entitled A Thousand Miles up the Nile (1877), the young Suffolkian became a frequent visitor to Edwards’ Westbury-on-Trym home, undertaking the long train journey there most weekends, and spent many hours on tapestry work whilst listening to her mentor discuss such subjects as the toilet habits of the Bedouin, and the best way to cook ostrich on a paraffin lamp.

amelia b edwards

It is during this period that Miriam engaged in her only known direct contact with the male M R James since childhood. Through Edwards, Miriam had become fascinated with the history and languages of the Nilotic lands; Montague, then at Eton College, was commencing his translation of the Book of Baruch from the original Ethiopic, primarily as a way to get out of playing rugger.

Made aware of the project through a friend of Edwards, Miriam wrote to her brother at Eton in January 1879, and asked if she could borrow ten shillings until Friday. There is no record of Montague’s response to this entreaty, though her letter must have come as a shock, as his parents had maintained throughout that Miriam was in Esa-Oke, Western Nigeria, knitting scarves for the somewhat puzzled Yoruba peoples.

The train fares between Lowestoft and Westbury-on-Trym, on the other side of the country, were having a serious impact on Miriam’s purse. Short of funds, and encouraged by Edwards’ companion (and possibly lover) Ellen Drew Braysher, Miriam began what she called ‘her idle scribbles’ around the same time that Edwards eschewed her own stories of the supernatural in order to concentrate more on Egyptological studies.

The ageing Elspeth Trayle supported this move. Miriam had developed the habit of badgering haberdashery customers, asking if they wanted the right to vote and to be trained as orthopaedic surgeons, along with their six-penn’orth of cotton trim. Few of the ladies of Lowestoft took these approaches well, and despite Miriam’s efforts, it was a Sussex woman not a Suffolk one, Eleanor Davies-Colley, who became the first female fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons (in 1911).

GHOSTLY THOUGHTS ARISE

It was clear by now that Trayle intended to leave the haberdashery business to Senhora Almeida (who had a fanatical interest in the prototype zip fasteners of the period), and this prompted Miriam to commence a serious literary career. During the 1880s she became a regular correspondent of the American author Mary Eleanor Wilkins (later Mary E Wilkins Freeman), with whom Miriam shared a dislike of women being portrayed as drudges and mere help-meets. Wilkins, being supported only by her own writing at that time, found a sympathetic heart in her English correspondent, and though not sharing the younger woman’s love of button hooks, encouraged Miriam to writing more ghost stories, and to continue preaching feminist values. It is believed that Freeman’s story ‘The Hall Bedroom’ (1905) owes much to an anecdote of Miriam’s concerning a run-down boarding house near Lowestoft, though Freeman wisely removed mention of the sailor and the one-legged rabbi.

mary e wilkins freeman

Few of Miriam’s early writings survive, although the North Suffolk Literary Archive retains a copy of her pamphlet ‘An Immodest Proposal’, an uneven satire based on Swift’s original essay, in which she suggests that surplus clerics might form part of the national diet, and a very bad ghost story entitled ‘Boo to Men!’ (1886).

Little is know about her life from 1890 to 1901, though she certainly continued both her writing and her involvement with women’s suffrage. Miriam entered the record books more prominently again in 1902, when she was arrested following the first performance of Elgar’s ‘Land of Hope and Glory’. Miriam had attended in the hope of meeting A C Benson, the lyricist for the piece, and gaining an introduction to his brother, E F Benson, author of Dodo (1893). There is conjecture that E F Benson’s discrete homoerotic activities made Miriam believe he might be sympathetic to furthering her career, though it is unlikely their religious differences could have been surmounted.

the benson brothers

In the event, Miriam ended up throwing a strawberry ice-cream at A C Benson, kissing the soloist Clara Butt on the lips in full public view and being ejected from the auditorium. Having failed in her venture, Miriam broke the windows of a nearby gentlemen’s club with a toffee hammer, and was arraigned before the magistrates for the seventh time that year.

The fine for this and other acts in support of the women’s movement caused Miriam to return to Lowestoft, where she began drafting further ghost stories in order to pay her debts. Unsuccessful at placing these tales with the more popular London magazines, she managed nevertheless to have several published in organs such as the Bury St Edmund’s Angling Weekly, the Lowestoft Advertiser, and the Suffolk Haberdasher’s Monthly, most of which folded a few months after running her work.

In 1906, Miriam travelled to Finland to celebrate the universal suffrage act passed that year by the Finnish Parliament. She funded her trip by borrowing monies from Lady Cynthia Asquith (then the nineteen year old Cynthia Charteris), who was twenty four years junior to Miriam but who had already conceived of a career as a writer and anthologist. Cynthia was an admirer of her views, but kept that aspect private, having already decided to marry Herbert Asquith four years later and wishing to avoid scandal.

As can be seen, Miriam was neither a shy girl, nor a shy woman. From chaining herself to mackerel in support of votes for women, to writing screeds on the virtue of men black-leading the stove instead of starting wars, she was in every way anathema to her family. If Montague Rhodes James was a man of his time, Miriam Rose James was a woman in quite the wrong era altogether. Both held strong moral principles, but rarely the same ones; it is hard to imagine Montague spending an evening discussing atheism and tent-stitch with a group of inebriated women from the herring gutting sheds. As for literary technique, Montague had the upper hand; Miriam had a perverse view of punctuation, altered tense mid-sentence to suit her mood, and used adjectives and adverbs interchangeably. In addition, she believed the paragraph to be a construct of the patriarchy, and refused to employ it.

miriam – early thirties?

Miriam never returned to England – or even to Lowestoft. Today, the only clue to what may have happened to her in later years is in a small cemetery outside the Finnish capital Helsinki, in the plot of the Hämäläinen family. Aallotar Hämäläinen was a prime mover in the Finnish suffrage movement of the period, and a writer herself, one known to have Sapphic tendencies. In one corner of the plot is a marker dated December 1947, inscribed “To our beloved sister Aallotar, and that English woman, Miriam Something.”

As for any physical meeting between the two siblings, it is certain that Montague only toured Suffolk when Miriam was in Westbury-on-Trym, or preferably even further away, and he never wrote a story specifically set in Lowestoft itself for obvious reasons. It has been suggested that, in a late spirit of rapprochement, he considered his sister when seeking an indexer for his work Suffolk and Norfolk (1930), but finding her to be residing permanently in Finland, settled instead on his cousin Margaret Helen James, author of Bogie Tales of East Anglia (1891).

Some Jamesian scholars have suggested that the continual – if peripheral – knowledge of his younger sister’s activities and peculiarities contributed to Montague James’ limited use of female characters in his fiction. And Michael Cox wrote in M R James: An Informal Portrait (1983), “One need not be a professional psychoanalyst to see the ghost stories as some release from feelings held in check.” Whilst most take this as a reference to Montague’s platonic relationships with men, others see the shadow of his feelings about Miriam’s unfettered behaviour.

Interestingly, David G Rowlands noted in Ghost & Scholars 15 (1993) that when Montage does include a female character:

“Dr James has particular use for the strong-minded, determined woman who has triumphed – for good or ill – over the restrictions of sex, Society, the Establishment or the Law: not least those required to manage feebler men… Mrs Anstruther, Miss Denton, perhaps Lady Wardrop and possibly even the aubergiste at St Bertrand de Comminges.”

Which does leave open the possibility that Montague never quite forgot his younger sister.

THE FICTION OF M R JAMES (MISS)

In terms of Miriam’s literary output, few stories survive to be assessed. Her protagonists are often unmarried women, “unfettered by the stultifying effects of masculine bondage or the price of lamb cutlets – sevenpence ha’penny, and most of that was gristle!” (letter to Amelia B Edwards, 1891) and are frequently amateur haberdashers. In addition, her tales are laced through with the sort of female moral fibre which made her kick condescending policemen at political rallies.

Notable amongst her known supernatural output are ‘The Woman in Taupe’ (Lowestoft Advertiser, 1903), and her tale ‘The Tricycles of the Auvergne’ (Ipswich Bugle & Amateur Bicyclist, 1904), no doubt inspired by her brother Montague’s own tour of France some twenty years before.

The former tale, only four thousand words (with a rare male protagonist), concerns a solicitor’s clerk who is sent to a village in the Lowestoft Marshes to negotiate the sale of an abandoned haberdashery, only to find that a woman in a greyish brown coat keeps standing in front of him in the post office queue and buying all the stamps. The locals will not speak of the woman and so, frustrated, he returns to the decrepit haberdashers. There he pulls down the blinds, reads Montague Summers (a pointed mention of that first name, we feel) whilst sewing elbow patches on his jacket, and goes completely insane. The story ends with a thin, hair-covered creature, “its eyes smouldering a dim red”, slinking into the house, where it finds – to its disappointment – that the plot is over and its presence is entirely superfluous.

It should be noted that aspects of ‘The Woman in Taupe’ were utilised, with greater success, in The Woman in Black (1983), a horror novel by British author Susan Hill. Hill often expressed an interest in the traditional English ghost story, including those of Montague James, and there is little doubt that she was acquainted with his sister Miriam’s work.

‘The Tricycles of the Auvergne’, a novella, is Miriam’s longest story still extant, and is the almost interminable tale of an elderly seamstress, Letitia Batchel, who is drawn to a disused convent in the Massif Central of France whilst on a cycling holiday in the area. There she discovers a ruined chapel dedicated to the Teutonic Knights, who had fled there centuries before with the secrets of Latvian cross-stitch – but the chapel is not without its guardian! Despite the many suggested horrors around her, Miss Batchel is undaunted. Even when blankets in the local auberge undulate with disquieting animation, all the protagonist can think to do is to sew up the hems properly and give them a good going over with a flat iron, much to the annoyance of her host. To say more would be spoil the story for the eager reader.

H P Lovecraft, in an addendum to his essay ‘Supernatural Horror in Literature’ (addendum published posthumously by Arkham Bargain Remainders, 1940), considered this novella to be a turning point in women’s supernatural writing:

“The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from every-day life. Miriam James’ work seems to demand a detachment from literature itself, and quite frankly, I could be shot of female writers altogether after this.”

Despite their friendship, Lady Asquith never did include any of Miriam’s stories in her popular anthologies. Unsurprisingly, she chose a piece by Elizabeth Bowen for her Second Ghost Book (1952) over Miriam’s draft of ‘Suffolk Fancies’, the story of a woman who finds a tiny, mysterious button in one of her eclairs. When an antiquarian schoolteacher and part-time church canon claims that the button belongs in his niece’s doll-house, a strangely shifting photograph at the local cake shop explains all…

And there you have it, dearest listener. The other M R James. An admirable and principled woman, and triumphant in her own way – though not the most accomplished supernatural writer of the time.



Editor’s Note: For those who find the history of ghostly literature of enduring interest, almost everyone above existed. Not only that, but some of this tale is true. Apart from the bits relating to Miriam Rose James, of course.

More fascinating (and more reliable) facts can be found at the Ghosts & Scholars Archive:

http://www.pardoes.info/roanddarroll/GSArchive.html

 

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Sheriff Kotto, Where Justified Meets the X-Files

It should come as no surprise to you, dear listener, that we’re still trying ploughing through books from last year – or even four years back. But this time we have a surprisingly current mention of Jonathan Raab’s Sheriff Kotto, hero of the brand new anthology Freaky Tales From the Force: Season One (Muzzleand Press, 2019).

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So, straight to the Raabmobile! We first meet Sheriff Cecil Kotto in the novel, The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre (2015):

“When the arrest of known moonshiner (and possible alien abductee) Larry “Bucky” Green goes south, several cops are left dead and Bucky goes on the run. His latest batch of moonshine is driving the locals mad—literally. Anyone who drinks it falls victim to some terrible form of mind control. They start tearing each other apart and building strange altars to forgotten gods. Strange lights in the sky, mob violence, militarized police, creatures from beyond time and space, and sinister government agencies descend on the idyllic autumn countryside, sowing chaos and terror in their wake.”

But none of this matters, really, because the real stars are Sheriff Kotto himself, his newly recruited deputy Abraham Richards, and a  frustrated local TV reporter, Veronica Cartwright.

With the entire police force of Cattaraugus County, New York, indicted for various meth lab-related corruptions before the book starts, State Troopers take the strain. Or would do, except for the annoying Sheriff Kotto, elected into a position no one wants, barely funded and barely tolerated. Cecil Kotto is both startlingly mad, and ingeniously sane, with a belief that there is something to almost every conspiracy theory ever concocted, including Government black ops, the Illuminati, Little Grey Men and a host of others. What’s more, he spouts about his beliefs on his radio show.

In The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre, Kotto manages to persuade Sergeant Richards, Alpha Company, 1-107th Infantry, New York Army National Guard, to join him in the Sheriff’s Department – creating a mighty force of two. Their antics, and a series of bizarre occurences in Cattaraugus County,  draw the attention of Ms Cartwright, the aforementioned reporter.

From there on, the book is a hoot. Richards is newly back from Afghanistan, and has no idea what he’s doing, or what to believe, but working for Kotto is better than the shitty job he’s in. Probably. There are dark bits, totally crazy bits, and very funny bits. Sometimes these are in the same passage, or even the same sentence. The best summary of what you might expect is given later in the book itself:

“So, let’s lay it all out,” Veronica said. “We’re dealing with an Illuminati government agent who is using the dark power of Hell to manifest UFOs, alien abductions, and create mind-control moonshine in order to cause fear in the population, which in turn contributes to their supernatural power, which leads to civil unrest, which will justify a government implementation of martial law and suspend American freedoms and the democratic process. Am I missing anything?”

“I’d say that about sums it up.”

“Shit,” Veronica said. “I don’t think I’m on board with this.”

“What choice do we have?” Kotto asked. “You’re on board whether you want to be or not, missy! And this ship is sailing straight into one hell of an iceberg!”

“So what does all that mean?” Richards asked. “What’s our next move? Does it involve more drugs? Please don’t say that it involves more drugs.”

As to how much of the above summary by Ms Cartwright is true, you’ll have to judge for yourself. You can read this book as a wry and weird ‘back country’ adventure tale – a nuts small community in action – or as a vindication that every conspiracy you favour really exists, and is out to get us NOW. It flows as smooth as a good pale ale, and has some great characters. Offhand, we can’t think of any reason not to read this book.

The Lesser Swamp Gods of Little Dixie, a shorter novel, followed at the end of 2016. Good stuff, but a slightly different slant, and it depends what you’re looking for – this one has more depth on Kotto, which is a plus, but not on Abraham Richards, who we did like. A variant on the madness, if you like – and it still works, we hasten to add.

“Drawn into the haunted heart of southern Oklahoma by the promise of a mysterious inheritance, conspiracy theory radio show host turned county sheriff Cecil Kotto finds himself thrust into the depths of a horrifying occult mystery.”

And now, to compliment the two books above, we have Freaky Tales From the Force: Season One, which is an anthology involving not only the original conspiracist Jonathan Raab, but also contributions from S L Edwards, Charles Martin, Jared Collins, R. Crihfield, Matthew Bartlett (swoon!), Sean Thompson, Tom Breen and Colin Scharf.

Freaky Tales From the Force: Season One came out on 30th May 2019:

“To document his war against the paranormal, Kotto stars in Freaky Tales From the Force, a local documentary-style public access television show produced by reporter Veronica Cartwright. Join Sheriff Kotto, his intrepid deputies, and the public access television crew as they investigate a variety of supernatural threats including wendigos, a lizard boy, evil clones, a haunted numbers station, flesh creepers, the wreckage of neoliberal economic policies, a Nazi sorcerer, a spectral locomotive—and a season-spanning threat: cosmic bloodsuckers from outer space!

“Each story in this anthology represents one episode of Freaky Tales’ inaugural season, capturing all the high-octane, hard-drinking, high-strange action. Featuring special guest star writers and a new long-form story arc, Freaky Tales From the Force: Season One is the perfect book for readers new to the Kottoverse and long-time fans alike.Tune in, crack a beer, watch the skies—and support your local sheriff!”

As a bonus, later this year Occult Detective Quarterly will be including a short interview where Jonathan Raab talks about Sheriff Kotto with author Sam L Edwards. Not only that, but ODQ will be featuring the Raab/Bartlett collaboration, with both Kotto and Richards, to help plug as many people as possible into the Sheriff’s paranoid world. We’ve read ‘Pause for Station identification’, and it’s a terrific dark tale.

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SAM L EDWARDS: A WARNING FROM THE FUTURE

It is always a pleasure to find fellow writers in their fifties and sixties who have honed their craft, slogged away at the ink-face for many years, gradually coming to people’s attention as they build up a solid body of increasingly stylish work. Sadly, Sam L Edwards isn’t one of those. He’s young, talented and productive, putting stylish work out right now, and thus a complete pest. Worse, he hates black olives, and he comes originally from Texas, which pretends to have the biggest and best of things – it’s a fake, wannabe Yorkshire, basically.

Sam L Edwards

But we do like his weird fiction a lot. So, unable to face yet more youthful enthusiasm, we paid American writer/editor Duane Pesice a vast fortune (in out-of-date dog treats) to talk to Sam for us, as part of a crossover interview sequence shared with greydogtales…


MAN GRILLS TEXAN, NO MAYO

by Duane Pesice

Greetings, weird children of all ages. For the first part of our Giant Crossover Event, we bring you the words of Sam L Edwards (S L Edwards), a writer and professional Texan who has hijacked the weird horror wagon and is steadily urging it southward, toward the Lone Star State.

It must be confessed, here at the onset, the outset, the preface as it were, to borrow a phrase from Bruce Wolf, that I myself have been guilty of including Edwards stories in many of the anthologies I have edited, and will likely do so in the future. I also have in my possession a contract which says that I am responsible for an entire book of his tales, which Oxygen Man Books will release next year. ‘Nuff said? Onward!

Duane: Where should a reader that is new to your work start?

Sam: Well, I suppose the easiest answer is “at the beginning.” I’ve put the stories in Whiskey and Other Unusual Ghosts, in what I hope is a thematically coherent manner, but I’ve also organized them by length. The first story ‘Maggie Was A Monster’ is something of a flash-fiction sucker punch. I’m afraid that many people will buy this collection expecting the humor of Borkchito and that’s… just not what Whiskey is. Start with ‘Maggie’, then continue on to ‘I’ve Been Here A Very Long Time’.

Duane: Is there a piece that you are particularly proud of?

Sam: I think that ‘Volver Al Monte’ was a piece where I really began to realize what exactly I was about. This is a piece where there really is no hero to speak of. General Alfonsín Santos seems sympathetic. He’s old. He’s trying to do what is obviously the right thing, but only in this particular moment. We learn that the General cut his teeth on an earlier, more brutal war. And that his ruthlessness continued well past the end of that conflict.

That’s when I started to think about how character-oriented I am as a writer. How I needed to strive even to make my monsters sympathetic. And from reader feedback, I think I did accomplish that to some degree. At least I hope I did.

‘Cabras’ gets an honorable mention, as well as ‘Golden Girl’. ‘Golden Girl’ I really wrote as a fun piece, and I think readers had fun with it. There are other characters, who didn’t make it into Whiskey who I am proud of. I am proud of John Armitage, who will be debuting in the Test Patterns: Weird Westerns anthology, and I’m proud of the Bartred family, who can be found in the pages of Occult Detective Quarterly.

Duane: Whose work do you read, yourself?

Sam: Man when I get asked this question…let me tell you: nothing like an interview to get you to go out and promote the ever-loving **** out of your fellow writers. I’ll start with John Langan, whose latest collection Sefira and Other Betrayals was some of his best work yet. Nadia Bulkin, who changed the game for the sort of political writing that I also try to do. Gwendolyn Kiste, who managed to create a very haunting ghost story in The Rust Maidens. S.P. Miskowski, whose Skillute Cycle and I Wish I was Like You still make me think, two years after going through them.

Matthew M. Bartlett, Michael Wehunt, Jon Padgett, Jonathan Raab, Mer Whinery, Orrin Grey (how great is Orrin Grey?), Christopher Slatsky, Kurt Fawver, Jayaprakash Satyamurthy. Part of the benefit of being friends with poets Ashley Dioses and KA Opperman is that they’ll send you beautiful poems to read.

Then there’s writers who I know I have collections coming out soon. Betty Rocksteady’s In Dreams We Rot*, and Scott R Jones Shout, Kill, Revel Repeat are both slated to be out this year. I’ve been a fan of theirs’ for a long time, and I am very eager to read what they’ve put out. I hope readers of this interview, and Whiskey, will go and look at these author’s works. The shrimp-master himself, Peter Rawlik had his debut collection drop as well.

I also just finished Max Booth III’s Carnivorous Lunar Activities. Outstanding, funny. Fast-paced and also outstanding.

Then of course, there’s my friends. Duane Pesice with his gonzo-fantasy horror. I’ll tell you I’m rereading my Robert Bloch (the first dead writer to come up so far) and I see a lot of connections between Pesice and Bloch. Same with my friend Russell Smeaton, who just kickstarted his own collection quite successfully. I’m currently beta reading for Robert S. Wilson, who is coming up with some extraordinary work. John Paul Fitch remains one of my favorite writers, and one who started with me quite early on in the pages of Ravenwood Quarterly.

Then there’s folks like William Tea, Christopher Ropes, Brooke Warra. I need collections from them. Demand it. And if I don’t get to blurb those collections I will be personally slighted. Erica Ruppert does outstanding work too. As does Premee Mohammad. I just ran across Lena Ng in an issue of Gehenna and Hinnom and loved what I read.

Dead writers: Bloch. Gabriel García Marquez. Leo Tolstoy. H.P. Lovecraft. Poe. Poe everything all the time. Blackwood, Machen, Hope Hodgson, Clark Ashton Smith. Vasilly Grossman. Lots of Grossman. Neil Gaiman.

Duane: What kind of beer goes with your pizza? And what’s on the pizza?

Sam: Hahaha. Well you know, I’m from a hot climate. And hot weather really pairs best with an IPA or a pilsner. I used to like wheat beers, but they’ve really started to taste like nothing to me. I love stouts, but a stout is an end-of-the-day beer. Mostly a meal of its own, particularly if it’s an imperial. Barleywines too, are whole meals.

So I’m going to throw you for a bit of a loop (broether): I’m going to go with a hazy ipa. They’re still gonna be too hoppy for you IPA haters, but are cloudy and juicy.

As with beer, I like most of anything on pizza. I am a very simple, easy man to please. BBQ chicken, Hawaiian, meat lovers, etc. But I suppose my ideal beer and pizza, today, would be:

Canadian Bacon. Pineapple. Jalapeños. Diced tomatoes. Hazy IPA. I’m also partial to mushrooms, but the pineapple mushroom combination just doesn’t seem to bode well.

However, and I cannot stress this enough, no black olives. I find a black olive on my pizza and I’m gonna riot.

Duane: Do you consider your work weird, or horror? Or do you leave that to the marketing department?

Sam: You know what? “Horror.” I remember getting the first blurbs from Whiskey back and one author, who I really admire, reached out to say “Wow. This is surprising. This is ‘literary.’” And I take that as a compliment, but I’m just not sure what it means. I think it’s one of those distinctions, like “graphic novel” and “comic” that was first made to make fiction seem more sophisticated. But horror is plenty of sophisticated. How could it not be? When dealing with human anguish, smallness, life-after-death, living memories, physical transformations? These are the hardest things that a human being could grapple with, subjects which have seen the dedication of philosophers and scientists alike for hundreds of years.

How could that not be sophisticated?

Duane: You’ve been convicted of crimes against the empire. What would be your last meal? Include something big to hide the explosives in.

Sam: The head of the emperor. He will know my vengeance.

Duane: Are you involved in any arts besides writing? Any odd hobbies we should know about?

Sam: No arts, and this is my hobby. I like to run, hike, exercise. Cook when I can afford it.

Duane: Cats or dogs?

Sam: I like the idea of a cat. They can be very affectionate pets, in tune with the emotions of their people. They are also quite cute. But sadly, I am very allergic. Which I do regret, because people do love them. And they do deserve love.

So, I am thoroughly a dog person. Particularly corgis. I like their fat little bodies and stumpy little legs.

Duane: Tell us about a work-in-progress.

Sam: John Armitage is a warlock sheriff. He currently serves as the sheriff of Freedomtown, a settlement founded by the children of runaway slaves. He’s being called upon to investigate a murder in Night Town, a vampire settlement built in the side of a cliff and hidden from the sun. Next, he’ll have to deal with the arrival of a team of scientists and a young samurai to Freedomtown.

Duane: Thanks for being so kind. Is there anything else you would like readers to know?

Sam: Readers – look at me. It is paramount that you take care of your mental health. I want you to know that no matter how hard things seem now, you’re going to get through it. You’re not as alone as you think you are and I think you’re great just the way you are. I hope you’re getting enough sleep. I hope you’re drinking plenty of water.

But I do want to tell you about my collection, Whiskey. I can’t say I made it alone. I had a great editor in CP Dunphey, an outstanding collaborator in Yves Tourigny. And the horror/weird community has come out of the woodwork to support me. I hope you’ll give me a chance, just like they have.

Thank you.

Duane: Oh, and thank you, Mr. Edwards, and you, dear reader. Myself and Mr. Grant will be pleased to present interview #2 with the outstanding writer John Claude Smith as soon as is humanly possible. Until then, we’ll have the usual kind of content featured here.

* A review of Betty Rocksteady’s novella The Writhing Skies can be found in a recent greydogtales post.

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Sam L Edwards debut collection, Whiskey and Other Unusual Ghosts, is out on 15th July from Gehenna & Hinnom Books:

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‘whiskey’ at amazon uk

‘whiskey’ at amazon us

More Joe Bartred will be coming in Occult Detective Quarterly #6, out this Summer, and ‘Ritual Killings’ a substantial Bartred novelette, can already be found in the massive ODQ Presents anthology of longer dark fiction.

ODQP at amazon uk

ODQP at amazon us



Weird fictioneers may also wish to know of Duane’s editorial duties on such recent anthologies as Test Patterns, Test Patterns: Creature Features, and Caravans Awry, all available through Amazon.

He can be found at: https://moderan.wordpress.com/, and one of his latest published works is included in Mannequin: Tales of Wood Made Flesh, from Silent Motorist Media:

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