Jerry E. Airth offers “Promise to Nessie” as the next spolight contributor to A Darke Phantastique. It begins as follows: A heart-seizing cry rose from the lake, a wild, lost, lingering cry, born of desperation and fear and a great desire to be understood, to be private, to be free, to escape. It was a tearing at the fi re-blasted… Continue reading Author Spotlight: Jerry E. Airth
E. E. King is our next author in the spotlight series with not one story, but “Three Fables: 1. In the Hood, 2. Krustallos, 3. The Fiction Lover”. The first piece, “In the Hood” begins: When I was young I wanted to be a vegetarian, to live in peace with all creatures of the earth, but… Continue reading Author Spotlight: E. E. King
For the next Author Spotlight (featuring contributors to A Darke Phantastique) we are treated to fiction from the nonfiction and critical giant, S. T. Joshi. His short story, “You’ll Reach There in Time”, begins: “Hey, old man,” he said in a faintly foreign accent.“How far is it to the next town?” He held up the empty gas-can… Continue reading Author Spotlight: S. T. Joshi
The Horror Writers Association has announced the final ballot for the 2014 Bram Stoker Awards®. We at Nameless Digest are absolutely thrilled to see our own Cycatrix Press anthology, A Darke Phantastique, among many other fine contenders, as well as editor Jason V Brock’s nonfiction book, Disorders of Magnitude (Rowman & Littlefield), and managing editor S. T. Joshi’s Lovecraft and… Continue reading Final Ballot Announced for 2015 Bram Stoker Awards®
In Southern California back in the early 1950s, a group of burgeoning writers started gathering together to critique, encourage, challenge and support each other. In turn, their friendship became the nucleus of one of the most amazing and influential collections of fantasy writers in history, and came to be known as “The Southern California Writing… Continue reading ARTICLE: “The Group” Goes to the Movies by James R. Beach
Nothing had gone right in the week before the Con.
Edgar Wagner’s son Mike had come out as gay, and Edgar could handle that, he really could. Mike also decided to leave Stanford mid-semester and live with his lover. Edgar’s wife of twenty years asked that “they take a break.” Edgar’s doctor was not happy about his blood pressure or his bad cholesterol. Edgar’s latest novel Those Outside had a mixture of a couple of bad reviews—and worse still NO reviews from some of the big newspapers that had lauded him for the last decade. There were big stacks of the book at various dealers tables at World Horror, and the adoring lines of fans asking for an inscription had died down to the few asking for an autograph as a possible E-bay investment. Edgar was wondering what it would be like to go back to teaching at his age.
It was fall and it was Providence, Rhode Island so it meant that every other panel Edgar was on had to do with Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937). Every writerly virtue (‘My god his imagination!’) and every writerly vice (‘Do you really need to use the word eldritch twenty three times in one story?’) of Mr. Lovecraft was being discussed again and again. But Edgar Scott Wagner was not getting the panel he needed. He needed the panel called ‘What do you do if you have an idea for four horror novels and you are writing your ninth?’ It was late afternoon and Edgar walked out of the hotel and took off his badge and headed downtown. He always loved to walk. There was lots of walking in his books. He wrote a novella about walking, called “Walking” which (as almost every reviewer pointed out) owed a great deal to Stephen King’s The Long Walk. There were four things that Edgar Wagner loved: walking, pawn and thrift shops, history, and horror stories.
When I was five years old I had my own motion picture projector which I carried about in my head at all times. With this miraculous contraption kept secret from all of my friends, my brother, and my parents, I could enjoy my own films without the fear of criticism or ridicule.
He was a wonderful friend. He was a talented writer. He was a dedicated editor. He was Charles Edward Fritch, born January 20, 1927 in Utica, New York, where he grew up watching movie serials and reading science fiction. At the age of ten he filled a notebook with ideas for stories, and studied the… Continue reading Good Ole Chuck – Tribute to Charles E. Fritch by William F. Nolan