This poster has sentimental value, as I love “The X Files.” But an empiricist would draw conclusions according to the best available evidence, and be vigilant about how “wanting to believe” might affect his or her bias as an observer.
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Check out “Ujaali,” Laura Enright’s sequel to “To Touch the Sun.”
If you enjoy vampire fiction, then I hope you’ve been keeping up with the Chicago Vampire Series, by my good friend Laura Enright. “Ujaali,” the second book in the series, has garnered glowing reviews over at Amazon:
“Ujaali,” by Laura Enright, at Amazon.com
“Ujaali” follows Laura’s successful first book in the series, “To Touch the Sun.” The first novel was roundly praised by fans, and drove their considerable interest in following the continuing story of Narain Khan, the vampire chef. Here are a few words from Laura tonight about how her first novel served as the creative genesis for the ongoing series:
“When I wrote ‘To Touch the Sun,’ the first novel in the series, I had no idea it would be the first in a series. I was actually trying to impress an agent who I’d been corresponding with. He’d rejected a few previous proposals, but always encouraged me to continue sending them and kept in touch. That’s very rare for an agent. Noticing that the agency he worked for represented a vampire series, I decided to try my hand at the genre. I liked vampire novels, Ann Rice’s series being a favorite, but I never had an urge to write one. I never had a story to tell.
“Still I learned years ago with my book ‘Chicago’s Most Wanted: The Top Ten Book of Murderous Mobsters, Midway Monsters and Windy City Oddities’ (another book I originally had no desire to write) sometimes you have to try new things to achieve a goal.
“It took me some time to refine the characters and build a story around them. The only idea I had from the beginning was ‘vampire chef.’ Not a lot to go on off the bat. The structure changed, perspective changed, characters changed, the plot changed. But at last, after a lot of experimenting, I had my very first vampire novel. Narain Khan is a young man, a chef in a hotel restaurant, who leaves India to fight on the Western Front of the First World War. It’s his hope to stay on after the war and learn the art of European cooking. It’s his dream to be a famous chef. But after being wounded during a push across No Man’s Land, he’s attacked by feral vampires, wild scavengers who take advantage of the carnage on battlefields to feed. He becomes the other type of vampire: a sentient vampire, able to move about in society, with certain restrictions, and no one need be the wiser to what he is. It is a difficult life for a man such as he to wrap his mind around and the restrictions do manage to keep him from his dream. Then he meets his beloved Sophie, daughter of a wealthy industrialist, and she helps him achieve all that he wishes to.
“When ‘TTTS’ opens in modern day Chicago, the life Narain has carefully cultivated for decades is at risk. The death of Sophie months before has taken away not only the woman he loves but also his food source. It’s a risk that grows greater as the story goes on. I’m fascinated by the ‘victim of circumstance’ dynamic behind many vampire legends (some poor guy walking along is attacked, the life he once knew stolen from him). Narian has never denied what he is, but he’s never worn it comfortably. Sophie’s willingness to not only provide emotional support but also physical sustenance helped him live as normal a life as possible. Narain finds himself having to return to a life he left behind decades ago. If he doesn’t attend to the need, however, his body will make the decision for him, which is the last thing he and his normal business partner, Dom Amato, need. So while things seem to be “exploding” around him, he’s finding it more and more difficult to deal with the many crises that come up. He falls in love with Cassie Lambert, a microbiologist with a curious connection to his past, and finds he must save her not only from a new and more dangerous breed of mutated vampire, but also from a threat he finds much more dangerous. Captain Reginald Jameson was a sadistic bully when he commanded Narain in the trenches of WWI. As a vampire, his cruelty is matched by his power. He wishes to obtain something that Cassie discovered during her research and he’s not overly concerned with how he gets it.
“I would like to say that the agent I was trying to impress loved it and instantly agreed to represent it, but sadly, that didn’t come to pass. I’ll not go to deep into what happened to the agent except to say that he liked the concept I verbally pitched to him at a convention and told me to send him a proposal once I had the novel written, but by the time I was able to submit the proposal, he had left the business altogether and his fellow agents weren’t interested in the project.
“Their loss.
“The funny thing is that I completely fell in love with my little experiment. I joke that the woman who had no interest in writing a vampire novel now can’t stop telling the stories. I’ve gone on to write three more and a spin-off novel of paranormal investigators that appeared in the third novel. So while I may have lost an agent, I gained a series.
“I’m not sure when the idea for a sequel hit me. As I say, I had planned only to write the first novel and there is a last chapter that would have been fine with which to end.
“For some reason, though, an epilogue seemed called for. It’s possible I had hoped to add some closure to a subplot about Narain searching for his sister who might yet live but who would be very old. It’s not that it seemed unfinished. It’s more that a scene came to me which I felt would work as an epilogue to that subplot.
“It was while writing this scene that the idea for the sequel sprang to mind. It was so clear and so intriguing that I left the ending of the epilogue open. And I was propelled instantly into enthusiasm for a sequel. And in fact, the epilogue in ‘TTTS’ begins the sequel, ‘Ujaali,’ as the prologue.
“That is part of the joy of writing that first novel. Unlike other novels I’ve written, I didn’t have a sense of plot or characters. So often times places the plot went to were a surprise for me.
“The sequel was no different and I think out of the four books I’ve written for the series, Ujaali remains my favorite. Possibly because of certain elements I brought in with this novel. The conflict is even more personal than the first, one as the consequences of an action taken out of anger and misery decades before come back to haunt Narain. He desperately needs to fix the situation, but he isn’t sure that he can. The consequences of that action taken so long ago threaten his two most important relationships: His friendship with his business partner Dom, who he finds himself keeping secrets from, which he’s never done before, and his romance with Cassie, who, in an episode of shock and confusion, he finds himself betraying in the worst way (that was one of those scenes I didn’t see coming). To help the victims of his mistake, he must turn to an old nemesis for help and pay the price that Reg Jameson is only too happy to extract from him.
“Exploring all possibilities was very enjoyable for me as a writer. I think I have or at least I’ve tried to put a unique spin on the genre. Hopefully it’s as enjoyable for the reader.
“To check out the books visit Amazon where they’re available in paperback and Kindle format. For more information on the series you can visit the Chicago Vampire Series Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/The-Chicago-Vampire-Series-1497548483899119/. You can also visit my website at http://www.laura-enright.com/“
Christmas at Clifton Mill, Ohio (photo)
Photo credit: “Clifton Mill Christmas 2005” by No machine-readable author provided. Moofpocket assumed (based on copyright claims). – No machine-readable source provided. Own work assumed (based on copyright claims).. Licensed under CC BY 2.5 via Wikimedia Commons.
A very short review of the pilot for “The Man in the High Castle” (2015)
My reaction to the pilot episode of “The Man in the High Castle” (2015) here will be brief. I am inclined only to praise it, and that would just be redundant with the accolades already heaped upon it by better reviewers than me. (Yes, I still have only seen the first ep.)
It’s wonderfully well written, directed and performed, with some layered world-building and unexpectedly interesting character interaction (particularly among the bad guys). I’d give it a 9 out of 10.
I might not be quite as confident as other viewers, however, that this show can continue to sustain my interest at this level. The espionage subplots are well executed, but seem by the numbers. The world has seen a hell of a lot of spy fiction and cinema since Philip K. Dick wrote this source material in 1962. It might be tough to keep those elements fresh. And this might be an even greater challenge for a story somewhat constricted by 1960’s-era technology, as opposed to a modern technothriller.
Trump’s candidacy — I finally get it!!
It’s all just a guerrilla marketing stunt for Amazon’s “The Man in the High Castle.” You know … that TV show based on a book about the Nazis overtaking America.
You … you kind of took this thing pretty far, Amazon.
Also: the real reason Donald Trump wants to “close up” the Internet is because he is jealous that Democrat Al Gore invented it. Right?
“A day that will live in infamy.”
Remember Pearl Harbor.
Pictured: USS Arizona burning at Pearl Harbor, 7 December 1941.
Nerd Nolan — Fighting for YOU in the War on Christmas!
I went out tonight to get a haircut and a flu shot, and I almost came back with a disco ball and a giant ceramic grizzly bear head. Because I’m that kind of guy.
And because those things were CHEAP. I finally found something I’d been missing since I moved away from Queens so many years ago — a cool ethnic neighborhood. Virginia does have them! And they’re just full of really cool, friendly people; Mom-and-Pop businesses; and discount stores.
The discount stores are occasionally confusing to navigate — I found socks, wristwatches, Mary statuettes and cereal, for example all displayed neatly side by side. But everything costs so LITTLE. I swear that there was a man-size metal Christmas tree for $10.
My haircut was inexpensive too. I flirted with the Spanish woman who rang me up, employing what little Spanish I have a handle on. It totally fell flat. When I lived in Queens the Spanish girls down the street at the deli would break into peals of laughter whenever I said, “Estoy en fuego por tu.” I’ll try that line next time.
I also saw one of those “Chicken Pollo” restaurant signs across the highway from the haircut place. But I though it said “Chicken Polio,” because I left my glasses at home, and I ate at Wendy’s, which had a sign that I could read.
Anyway, check out the Christmas tree and Christmas mug I bought below! They are my first Christmas decorations of the year. Although … maybe the tree actually DOES lend credence to the perceived “War on Christmas,” because, seriously, the price tag only says, “TREE, metal layered.” And … it’s red. (I’ve lost track of whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.) I should write an angry letter to the people in China who made it.
I still want that ceramic grizzly bear head.
Can a single guy still shop at “Family Dollar?”
Honestly? This entire post is kinda sad on number of levels.
“On Donald Trump,” by Eric Robert Nolan (short poem)
“On Donald Trump”
It’s George Orwell’s prediction —
A wealth of vague words leads
the intellectually
destitute’s convictions.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015
“As Silver as the Stars You Tried to Rival,” by Eric Robert Nolan
“As Silver as the Stars You Tried to Rival”
The
world grows
darker in increments,
earlier every evening,
as Autumn’s arcing swallow bends to curve
at long last, rounding down, to the hardening ground, where only brown
leaves outlast November’s burning rug of reds and flaming footprints,
cast-off scarlets,
now giving way
to the gunmetal gray
of winter’s coarse eagle, its ash-gray and annual, slow,
feathered rule of sky ascends hemispheres, its lead belly
groaning for hare or softer birds, its slate eyes searching, yet ridden with hints of silver —
— thin silver threads in the breast of the lead predator,
ascending
screaming “December,”
slow, as slow as frost, as cold as loss,
frigid, frigid like a still photo and its forever frozen face there,
black and white, its timeless smile a lie, exposed by common calendars and your indifference.
If those blacks and whites were shaken up in a glass bottle, the jumbled shades under glass might make
silver:
— thin silver threads out of memory:
— as silver as the slimming minnows that you kicked
out of shallow water onto sand at 9
with the other boys
birthing, then returning swimming platinum
to the warm-womb mine of that black lake, you knew
that summer would never end —
— as silver as your father’s hair, when you were 13, the last time that you thought
your father would never end —
— as silver as the cross you gave to your first love,
kissing you at 16, there in the stairwell at school.
She laughed at your
accidental piety.
You thought it was a curving swallow;
it was a tiny crucifix.
And you told her
love would never end —
–as silver as the stars you tried to rival, drunk at 21, drunk at Cape Hatteras during the storm, drunk at the face of the Universe.
At “Kill Devil Hills” you balked at God.
The stars shouted with light, the violet-sable sky reeled and vaulted purple-black, interminable, drunk in its excess of self, the rhythmic, clutching sea its unforgiving son.
Your friends
warned you away from the sea.
The curving waves would swallow you.
They warned you, “You get dark when you are drunk.”
“And, besides, you’ll die.”
You laughed and stormed the waves against their wishes.
And you were dark. Your violet-sable heart
reeled and vaulted purple-black. You laughed
and shouted back at the stars,
young-mad and piss-drunk,
the freezing forward ramparts stung you but
you stormed in headfirst, headstrong, and interminable:
this night would never end,
and if it never ended, how could you?
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015
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Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine features “Amanda” and “Amanda II, A Haiku”
Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine released Issue 9 tonight; if you’re so inclined, you can peruse my poems, “Amanda” and “Amanda II, A Haiku.” (You can find them on pages 16 and 20, respectively.)
You can actually download the magazine for free right here:
Or, if you’d like to have a hard copy of Peeking Cat delivered to you, you can purchase it here:
Once again, thanks to Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine for allowing me to have my work included among that of so many talented authors.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 