Full disclosure: not only is Chris Irvin a former Grub student of mine, he’s a fantastic writer and person. Irvin is also a noir powerhouse. As an editor at Shotgun Honey with credits in Weird Noir, Noir Carnival, and many other badass publications, Irvin knows his gumshoes and his dames from a good double-cross. His latest novella, Federales, takes a look into the gritty world of Marcos Camarena, an ex-agent turned body guard for Eva Santos, a politician who despite threats on her life, is trying to stop drug violence
It’s almost that time. Next week, we stuff ourselves to bursting and look toward the flash and familial insanity that ends the year with an overabundance of tinsel, torn wrapping paper, and midnight champagne toasts. For many of us, it feels bittersweet, especially because this time of year is so haunted with the people, places, and expectations we’ve left behind (or have left us behind).
Hello, there! Those who know me know that I’m obsessed with horror (looking at the content of my column, it’s not a great shock). Many folks are just getting to know that I also adore erotica, and that, in fact, I write erotic horror under a pen name for the fabulous Go Deeper Press. For the whys, check out this post.
Last month I took a hiatus from Slaying Genre to work with the amazing teen writers in Grub Street's YAWP Fellowship (for those you not yet in the know, YAWP stands for "Young Adult Writing Program"). These YAWPers kicked both genre and literary ass during the fellowship, churning out spooky tales, futuristic fables, and all manner of amazing writing
Poetry isn’t a matter of language, it’s a matter of space westerns and sea monsters.*
OK, so maybe I’ve bastardized the above quote a bit*, but for good reason. There’s been a dearth of posts on poetry in this column and, of course, since genre poetry often gets short shrift, I’m hoping to shake up your world (or, ahem, worlds for the intergalactic among us) and introduce you to something brand new and decidedly kick-ass.