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New from Mucking With the Classics Publishing

Mucking With the Classics Publishing is pleased to announce the newest book from award winning author Thomas Pynchon:

Already the author of such classics as Lot 49 Has A Big Sad and Day, I am Disappoint, he will startle you with his amazing work in this volume.

PW calls it “FULL ON! ALL THE WAY!” while Bookscan raves, wondering “WHAT DOES IT MEAN?”

Gravity’s Double Rainbow also joins our impressive catalog of titles that include:

I HAS A BELL, by Hemingway
WHY YOU TAKE MALTESE FALCON? by Hammett
I AM NOT DISAPOINT, EXPECTATIONS by Dickens

and, of course, all of Joyce, untouched.

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(And a huge thanks to Laszlo and Aidan for their suggestions and help on this)

Harry Potter and the oddly misprinted volume

Recently someone got me a paperback set of all seven Harry Potter books. I had read 1-5 before, mostly because I picked up the first book when it first hit paperback and I’ll read anything, and they weren’t bad. Anyway. I never read them all and haven’t touched any of them in years and didn’t currently have any of them – so getting this box set was a Very Nice Thing indeed.

And so I am reading (re-reading mostly) the books straight through and enjoying them far more than I did the first time and then I got to book 5. The Order of the Phoenix. My problem isn’t one with the story, oh no. It’s with the book itself. See, there’ a folio, yes an entire 32 page clump of the book, near the middle, that misprinted.

The plate shifted during print. That’s it. But it means 32 pages of the book are printed off center. About 8 of them have the first (or last depending on page orientation) few letters cut off the edge of the page. This varies, as the plate slipped, from a letter to five or six. At the other end of the slip words almost fall into the spine.

The pages managed to be readable but took a tiny bit of work. Hardly the worst problem in the world to have! I wasn’t concerned by it, too much, but I do re-read almost all my books and kinda wanted a copy that wouldn’t have that flaw if I felt like grabbing it again.

So I called Scholastic. Well, I emailed them. They emailed back to tell me to return the book to the vendor. Except it was given to me and was out of the return date and such. So that was out. And so… well… I called Scholastic.
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A Curious George

Poor George. He was curious one too many times. He was curious all the way too Gotham. That was possibly his last mistake. Now the Man in the Yellow Cape is dead and George is all alone.

He’s the monkey Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he’s not our monkey. He’s a curious little annoyance. A trouble maker. A Curious George.

(art not by me, just found it)

BUY BOOKS NOW – GET BOOKS CHEAP.

Those of you waiting to read some of my books in electronic formats have no excuses now. Seriously. As of right now you can read:

Strange Angel

Stays Crunchy in Milk

and

I Slept With Your Imaginary Friend

in the following formats: HTML, Javascript, Epub, PDF, RTF, LRF (for Sony readers), Palm Doc, Plain text, MOBI (for Kindle).

They’re also dirt cheap. The first two are $5 each and Imaginary Friend is only $4. Even better though – until the 12th of March you can use the code RAE25 at checkout on Smashwords and get 25% off your order. Which means that the first two are only $3.75 each and Imaginary Friend is only $3. Come on, you won’t find a better off than that!

Every format you could want, including Kindle (though with no DRM! You just have to mail it to your Kindle account or drop it on the device) at prices so low they almost count as stealing (of course they are all also available in print formats as well just not at prices quite that low). So give them a try, won’t you? And better yet – tell a friend.

And, if you missed it: Click here to go get books.

The future of books.

Matt Staggs pointed this book out today and… well. All right the book is called The Late American Novel: Writers on the Future of Books. It sounded really fun and interesting.

From the book description: In The Late American Novel, Jeff Martin and C. Max Magee gather some of today’s finest writers to consider the sea change that is upon them. Lauren Groff imagines an array of fantastical futures for writers, from poets with groupies to novelists as vending machines. Rivka Galchen writes about the figurative and literal death of paper. Joe Meno expounds upon the idea of a book as a place set permanently aside for the imagination, regardless of format. These and other original essays by Reif Larsen, Benjamin Kunkel, Victoria Patterson, and many more provide a timely and much-needed commentary on this compelling cultural crossroad.

And hey, that sounds neet-o to me at least. Of course I also really want this book about fonts so I might be strange. Either way, The Late American Novel looked like something I would pick up in a heartbeat.

And I would’ve, actually, ordered it in a heartbeat, except that the book itself isn’t available in an electronic format. Now, it isn’t that I only read new books on my Kindle, I don’t, at all. But I feel that if you are offering a book about the future of books, and want to be taken seriously, you can’t only offer your book in a paper format. If you’re serious then you have to be serious.

Now, this book is from a small press it looks like and maybe Amazon simply hasn’t gotten around to adding it yet. It’s possible, but I don’t know. Either way it shows me something important. Your format choices tell a consumer a lot about how you think and where you stand.

Both Stays Crunchy in Milk and I Slept With your Imaginary Friend are available as paper books, Kindle format on Amazon and, most importantly, on Smashwords. Why is that important? Because over there they are obtainable in every electronic format we could think of. HTML, epub, PDF, RTF, Sony Reader format, Palm Doc, plain text and yes, as Kindle formatted .mobi but with a difference – NO DRM. None of the formats have DRM. And that’s where I stand on the issue. Zero DRM can be obtained in any format you want. For me that’s part of the future, a future without DRM.

But by showing me that they aren’t going the distance to provide for, or think about, the future they’re supposed to be writing about, The Late American Novel won’t get my money. And that’s a shame. Because it does look like fun. However I will also promise – if I see a Kindle version of the book I will buy it right then. Just to give them props for getting there.

I think what it is, for me, is that people who write about the future and come across as scared of it from the jump just don’t win me over.

EDITED TO ADD: One of the editors of the book left a comment on this post that states: “Thanks for taking a moment to write about and consider the book. The official release date for the book is March 1st. It will be available at that time on Kindle, Nook or whatever you prefer. We hope you give it a try. Thanks. – Jeff” So, note that it is an Amazon thing that made this seem odd. Also note, that as promised, I will buy the book as soon as it is out, and will read it as soon as time permits.

A heartfelt recommendation

Hey guys, you know I don’t tend to like Zombie fiction much, right? It’s true. There isn’t much of it that really captures me. Still. Some of it is awesome and well worth your time.

The Confession by Laszlo Xalieri is one of those stories. I was lucky enough to get to see an early draft of it, and even then it was simply one of the best shorts I’d read in years. the thing is a masterful bit of prose and storytelling.

It appears in a book called Zombiesque out today. It’s a zombie anthology. Here’s the official blub:
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From a tropical resort where visitors can become temporary zombies, to a newly-made zombie determined to protect those he loves, to a cheerleader who won’t let death kick her off the team, to a zombie seeking revenge for the ancestors who died on an African slave ship — Zombiesque invites readers to take a walk on the undead side in these tales from a zombie’s point of view.

Editors: Stephen L. Antczak, James C. Bassett, Martin H. Greenberg

Contributors: Nancy A. Collins, Charles Pinion, Tim Waggoner, Richard Lee Byers, Robert Sommers, Seanan McGuire, G. K. Hayes, Jim C. Hines, Sean Taylor, Jean Rabe, Gregroy Nicoll, Del Stone, Jr., S. Boyd Taylor, Laszlo Xalieri, Nancy Holder, and Wendy Webb
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Now to be all aboveboard I am good friends with Laszlo. But I wouldn’t pimp something I don’t like. Not even for a friend. Because I feel that if I’m gonna ask you to spend your money I need to be able to look you in the eye and mean it when I say: This story is worth the price of the book, to me. It’s that good. I adore it.

You can click here and get Zombiesque as of today at Amazon in paper or Kindle format.

If you like zombies at all. If you like horror. If you want to read something that feels fresh and new. Then you want to give this book a shot

Nineteen Eighty-Hare

I leaned heavily against a wall. Trying to catch my breath was a mistake but I couldn’t keep running. I just couldn’t. “BIG RABBIT IS, WE SAY IS, SON ARE YOU LISTENING, BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU” was painted along the wall. How they found space for the lettering I don’t know.

I found the strength to keep moving.

The thing of it was, I didn’t have the heat on me. No one was after me and I could’ve just gone back home. But after what I saw that night, after that, I just couldn’t. I found what they did to Porky. Poor bastard.

Technically they took him to ask a few questions. Technically he had decided to move to another city. Technically… a lot of things. This night someone had left me a key to a door I didn’t know existed, and it was there I found him. Well, films of him, anyway.

Stripped naked in a cage of rats, he squirmed and squealed like, well, to be fair, a pig. I’m not sure why I was given the key, the directions, shown what I was shown but I had a feeling…

For weeks now I kept a journal. A journal of my thoughts and dreams. Stuff that I wasn’t supposed to have, much less think. It must have been found. So I ran. I ran though no one actively seemed to pursue me. I ran to find my love. Marvin. Oh, how his helmet shined in the light. He wasn’t from around here, as it turned out. Despite what we were told. He said the wars were fake. He said he loved me. He said we’d be safe.

Damn it, I couldn’t break down in tears. Not yet. Not until…

Our front door was open. Just the tiniest bit but enough to notice. I went in anyway, what else could I do? Inside I found nothing. They had taken him. I knew I would be next. I had earned it. I looked behind me and saw that I was being followed. Followed by my own weaknesses this whole time.

They came for me then. They re-educated me. They reminded me that duck season is rabbit season, thinking you saw a puddy tat is seeing a puddy tat, and that freedom is slavery.

In the end, I walked out, on my own. On. My. Own. As we all were. Monsters like me, Gossamer, we don’t meet interesting people. Not if we’re smart.

James Morrorw – with kittens.

James Morrow is one of those writers that I both love and hate. He’s a terrific writer, mind you, but reading his books tends to make me depressed. He hits the human condition so well, and the dark side of it, at that, that I often end up wanting to just use the pages of the book to cut myself after I’m done.

Yet I still read him, because he’s that good. He’s interesting and gets down to an emotional level many people shy away from. His books are well worth watching out for and digging into. They just also make me sad.

So I had an idea that might solve this.

See, he has a trilogy of books that deal with God being dead and an effort to tow his body to the arctic where it is cold enough that everything will stay preserved so they can put Him on trial for His sins. An oil tanker is hired, with the captain (who is basically the captain of the Valdez) and angels go along and so on. People learn that when they’re starving, they can eat God’s flesh and… just… it’s a big lesson in what God means and how crazy we all are. And how fractured. But I’ve never read the whole thing. Too much depression, guys, I’m telling you.

And I want to read the whole thing, back to back, sometime and really soak in it but can you imagine what that’d do to me? Yeah. And that’s where my plan comes in!

I need a separate room set up where there will be someone to hug me as I stumble out of my room, dazed and consumed by what Morrow lays down. The room will also be filled with kittens. Cute, mewing kittens who will salve my emotional wounds.

The more I consider it the more I wonder if Morrow himself has a room like that where he takes breaks between writing. Done with a chapter or two – go hit up the hugs and kitten suite. I bet he does. Ad I bet that it is awesome!

More libraries should have a hugs and kitten suite, just in case you’re reading some really downer stuff. I think we can do this, people, if we work together. And buy a lot of kittens. And some space.

Anyway, that’s how I need to get through some of Morrow’s bigger novels. I can’t be alone, there.

Sin Snooki

Gawker posted some excerpts from Snookis new book and after reading them I realized that these lines, oddly enough, sounded kinda like a Frank Miller Sin City story.

And then, before reason could stop me, I grabbed some Sin City pages and wiped out the original lines, pasting in Snooki’s stuff. I feel so guilty for doing it, but I did it. And here they are:

Go on, make me!

So here’s what we’re gonna do, today. You’re going to recommend a book and a movie to me. I will check out every one you recommend (please only rec one of each) and will choose one or two of each to buy and see how they sit with me. I will also review whichever I end up reading and seeing, right here. For your added pleasure.

Make me spend some money. Make me experience things you love. Make me do this all, without wearing pants. Huzzah!