Rabbit, rabbit! I spent too much of my ride home squashed between two strangers' backpacks on an egregiously sardine can train (for which at least I did not have to pay $17 like the afternoon's taxi, Charlie), but I made it home finally and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch made scrambled eggs for dinner and we cooked some mala sausages on the side that turned out to be hell night in a pork casing, i.e., delicious. Today's mail is a cornucopia:
1. My contributor's copy of Machinations and Mesmerism: Tales Inspired by E.T.A. Hoffmann, edited by Farah Rose Smith. I have been waiting for this anthology since the first of the year and it does not disappoint. Contributors to its catalogue of Hoffmanniana include but are not limited to Michael Cisco, Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, L.C. von Hessen, K.H. Vaughan, Michelle F. Goddard, and Michael Uhall, each with their own interpretation of the title influence: sometimes automata, sometimes doctors, sometimes dreams, sometimes music, sometimes nothing more than the slippage of the everyday. It was one of the last books released by Sam Gafford of Ulthar Press, a situation that leaves some financial weirdness and a lot of grief; I am honored to have been part of his tradition. It gave a home to my story "Where the Sky Is Silver and the Earth Is Brass," written over Hanukkah forselkie and featuring mirrors, demons, Jewish queerness, and partizanerlider. Please check it out.
2. Stan Hugill's Shanties from the Seven Seas (1961). Of all places, J. Peterman was selling copies at a discount that made the shipping cost total less than the cover price and now I own it. Rob opened it and found three different variants of "Paddy Doyle's Boots" and was happy.
3. Rumer Godden's Black Narcissus (1939). I had been looking fruitlessly for a copy of my own in local used book stores ever since seeing the 1947 Powell and Pressburger film a dozen years ago; I mentioned this fact toyhlee and he made a paperback happen. Thank you! I never read any of Godden's adult novels growing up, only her doll stories. I may have to rewatch the film.
4. A UPS slip for something I had to sign for before they'd leave it at the door, which they haven't yet. I have no idea.
P.S.kore has alerted me to the existence of the draft script for The Calico Pony/Count Three and Pray, Van Heflin's personal copy. I am delighted to know that this object exists and frankly a little surprised it's not in an archive somewhere, where I couldn't even think about not being able to afford it. Why don't bricks of money fall out of my sky?
August so far is doing much better than July.
spatch made scrambled eggs for dinner and we cooked some mala sausages on the side that turned out to be hell night in a pork casing, i.e., delicious. Today's mail is a cornucopia:1. My contributor's copy of Machinations and Mesmerism: Tales Inspired by E.T.A. Hoffmann, edited by Farah Rose Smith. I have been waiting for this anthology since the first of the year and it does not disappoint. Contributors to its catalogue of Hoffmanniana include but are not limited to Michael Cisco, Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, L.C. von Hessen, K.H. Vaughan, Michelle F. Goddard, and Michael Uhall, each with their own interpretation of the title influence: sometimes automata, sometimes doctors, sometimes dreams, sometimes music, sometimes nothing more than the slippage of the everyday. It was one of the last books released by Sam Gafford of Ulthar Press, a situation that leaves some financial weirdness and a lot of grief; I am honored to have been part of his tradition. It gave a home to my story "Where the Sky Is Silver and the Earth Is Brass," written over Hanukkah for
selkie and featuring mirrors, demons, Jewish queerness, and partizanerlider. Please check it out.2. Stan Hugill's Shanties from the Seven Seas (1961). Of all places, J. Peterman was selling copies at a discount that made the shipping cost total less than the cover price and now I own it. Rob opened it and found three different variants of "Paddy Doyle's Boots" and was happy.
3. Rumer Godden's Black Narcissus (1939). I had been looking fruitlessly for a copy of my own in local used book stores ever since seeing the 1947 Powell and Pressburger film a dozen years ago; I mentioned this fact to
yhlee and he made a paperback happen. Thank you! I never read any of Godden's adult novels growing up, only her doll stories. I may have to rewatch the film.4. A UPS slip for something I had to sign for before they'd leave it at the door, which they haven't yet. I have no idea.
P.S.
kore has alerted me to the existence of the draft script for The Calico Pony/Count Three and Pray, Van Heflin's personal copy. I am delighted to know that this object exists and frankly a little surprised it's not in an archive somewhere, where I couldn't even think about not being able to afford it. Why don't bricks of money fall out of my sky?August so far is doing much better than July.
