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Stuff of legend

August 27th, 2019

My elementary school was actually a pair of schools combined in some ancient merger — the Linscott and the Rumford. The Rumford was the newer of the two buildings, rebuilt in Space Age moderne style after the original was firebombed a couple of years before I was born. It was connected by a glass-paneled walkway […]

The good book

May 22nd, 2019

The House on the Hillside has been getting something of a makeover for the past year and a half. While the biggest driver has been the pending arrival of the kid, it began as a pair of independent projects where Maura wanted to carve out a studio/reading room for herself in the attic and I […]

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d In one self place; but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be. – The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe Recommended listening: More “Down South” diabolism. (panels from “What’s So Hot About a Ghost?” […]

Abridged too far

January 19th, 2018

Some friends and I were recently discussing the various books that hepped them to the whole reading thing when we were kids, and I had a little difficulty thinking of any specific ones at first. Books have been a central part of my life for as long as I can remember. My parents may have […]

Nothing speaks to the myriad distractions thrown in my path this October than it took three weeks for me to realize I hadn’t yet revisited an essential piece of my annual Halloween experience. Twilight Zone Magazine played a huge role in shaping my younger self’s interest in and engagement with all things horror, fantasy, and […]

While I was up surveying my grandma’s attic last month, I pulled a copy of William Hope Hodgson’s The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” from my late grandpa’s stash of old fantasy novels to take home with me. I picked that book in particular because I knew Hodgson was one of my grandfather’s favorite writers, […]

A consensual hallucination

September 21st, 2017

“Cliches became cliches for a reason; that they usually hold at least a modicum of truth, and the following cliche is truer than most: You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.” During the second week of my vacation last month, I got drawn into a discussion among friends about […]

The best of the mess

August 29th, 2017

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts requires fingerprinting as part of the adoption process, so Maura and I rode out to Waltham a couple of Tuesdays back to have our hands run through a digital scanner. The office was located on Moody Street, a vibrantly seedy thoroughfare that’s one of the last relatively intact vestiges of my […]

The autumn of 1988 was an oasis of calm before the impending shitstorm. My family’s dysfunctions had metastasized into a weird state of equilibrium. My mother was still a basket case and my father was still out of control, but there was a sense that the situation had leveled out just enough for me to […]

Unsteady Layer Dumb

July 25th, 2017

(being an excerpt from my forthcoming bestselling novel and big budget movie adaptation) When it came to my research, I didn’t take any shortcuts. Over the past five years, I’d worked my way down the entire recommended reading list. Danielle Steel, V.C. Andrews, John Jakes, Robert Ludlum, Herman Wouk, James Clavell. Michner. Krantz. Forsyth. L’Amour. […]

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