Showing posts with label David W. Barbee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David W. Barbee. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Summer Scares

I hate Summer. If you’ve met me in person, seen the gleaming, glowing quality of my pale skin, you can understand one of the reasons why. But don’t get me wrong—it’s not just the fear of sunburn that I hate about Summer. It’s the heat, the humidity, the general lack of falling leaves and snow.

But right now it’s raining outside, which is cooling things down a little bit. And the new roof on my home seems to be holding up so far. So maybe Summer isn’t so terrible after all.

Just kidding. It’s totally the worst.

A friend asked me for some Halloween reading recommendations yesterday, and today I’m wearing a Halloween III t-shirt. So with those things in mind, plus the rain, I’m trying to pretend it’s Fall instead. It’s not really working.

There are a few not-terrible things about Summer, however. One of them is Scares That Care Charity Weekend, which happened about two weeks ago. I was there, along with some friends, a bunch of old & new writer colleagues, and a ton of horror fanatics. It was a blast, as always (this was my fifth one, only having missed the very first event). In addition to spending three days in the vendor room meeting people, talking horror movies, and slinging books, I got to be part of the Saturday late-night Bizarro Power Hour, alongside Andersen Prunty, John Wayne Communale, David W. Barbee, Eric Hendrixson, and Stephen Kozeniewski. I read my story “Slices of Me” (for only the second time in public), and was again tickled by some of the uncomfortable sounds coming from members of the audience.

Scares, each year, is such great fun - but as the name implies, there’s a bigger purpose behind it all. Click here to read more about the organization behind the convention, and to donate whatever you can.

Anyway, it seems the sun is starting to creep out again from behind the clouds, so I’m going back into hiding, back to the shadows. I’ll keep telling myself that soon August will turn to September, and September will give way to October, and then suddenly all will be right with the world once again.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

20Q7A: An interview with David W. Barbee

Well, heeeere we go! Today is the first installment of a new ongoing feature - "20 Questions, 7 Answers" - in which I interview writers of weeeeirdo fiction. Each writer receives the same 20 questions, but may only answer 7 of them.

Kicking things off is David W. Barbee, author of the recently-released The Night's Neon Fangs, among other fine bizarro word-based products. Enjoy!

What's your latest book, and how does it differ from your previous work?

DWB: My latest is The Night’s Neon Fangs. It’s a collection of four bizarro novellas and my fourth book from Eraserhead Press. My first novel, A Town Called Suckhole, was pure distilled Barbee. My next one, Thunderpussy, was a departure into cyberpunk. Now I’m releasing four stories in one package and I feel like each one is pure Barbee again. They’re gritty and grotesque, and it’s hard to nail them down as either sci-fi or horror, which is just how I like it. Best of all they’re full of monsters. There’s a demonic police bat, an alcoholic ghost, a cyborg serial killer, and an electric werewolf. I’m at my best when I’m telling monster stories, and Night’s Neon Fangs is chock full.

If you could have chosen your own name when you were born, what would it have been?

DWB: Bishop Danzig Chewbacca Vladimir Magnus Zebulon Batman Barbee, First of his Name.

Who or what is your favorite movie monster, and why?

DWB: This might be cheating since he’s also a comic book character, but… Swamp Thing. He’s weird, he’s slimy, he loves the environment, he dates Adrienne Barbeau, and in the sequel he fights a lamprey monster. That just rules.

What was your greatest Halloween costume?

DWB: When I was in elementary school I dressed as a Ninja Turtle like three years in a row, but one of those years was truly epic. My dad crafted a shell out of cardboard and glue, using old couch padding for the interior. It could be strapped to my torso like a real turtle shell, and I complimented it with a sweatshirt and sweatpants that were dyed green, along with some store-bought Ninja Turtle costume gear. I couldn’t sit down in my school desk, but damn did I look amazing.

What are your 3 favorite comic books (standalone novels or ongoing series) of all time?

DWB: That’s a hard question, because I love comics to death. First, I have to list Garth Ennis’ Preacher, because I love that book so much that I always mention it when someone asks about great comics. Second is the ongoing Saga by Brian K. Vaughn and Fiona Staples (everyone these days is hyping that book… and they’re right). Third, for a deep cut, is Ghost Rider 2099, because many of those 2099 titles were really cool, and a cyberpunk robot Ghost Rider is a huge testimony to that.

What is your writing environment like? (Are you out in public or in seclusion? Is there noise? Is there coffee? Do you type on a laptop or write longhand on lined notebook paper?)

DWB: Half the time I write at my workplace, which is a library. You’d think this would be a good place to write but too often I’m yanked out of the zone because of employee duties. If it’s quiet I can get some writing done there, but often there’s an old lady giving a kindly rant or a student who’s looked all over but just can’t find the print button. The other half of my writing is done at home on my laptop, usually late at night with a movie or some cartoons on the TV. So one environment is fluorescent-bright with mildly annoying people wandering through my attention span and the other is a shadowy man cave.

If you could share a beverage with any fictional character, who would it be, and what would you drink?

DWB: I’d meet Dr. Henry Jekyll and we’d drink his Hyde serum together. Then we’d have a few laughs.

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David W. Barbee is the author of four books from Eraserhead Press, the most recent of which is The Night's Neon Fangs, a collection of four bizarro novellas. He grew up on an abandoned college campus and now lives next to one of the nation's most polluting power plants.

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