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This is me in Berkeley, 1968. This is the baseline experience I am coming from 50 years ago. My first time away from home. My introduction to the career and lifestyle I would follow for the rest of my life. My belief that we could change the world if we just put our energy and minds to the task.

Today, it is hard to remember the joy and confidence that seemed limitless. Then, it was about cooperation and organization to accomplish common goals. Sure there was divisiveness. Remember "Hell no, we won't go" or simply "Make Love, Not War"? But the fundamental agenda was created in hope, in changing the goals of a culture into something worthwhile doing for all humanity.

I am saddened and deeply embarrassed that we elected the current POTUS from our "baby boomer" generation.

Shame on us.

 

 

And I keep waking up, thinking I'm living in an episode of Black Mirror. Yeah, I know. There's been worst times, like 1861's Civil War, The '60s assassinations of JFK, RFK, MLK, Malcolm X, amidst huge social changes and ending with "four dead in Oh-hi-o" in 1970.

Then there's 9/11/2001 . . .

I have lived through 2 of these 3 noted, on-our-soil upheavals. Civilizations seem to share similar cycles, but it is impossible to judge current positions without putting on a tin hat. In prose, apocalyptic fiction has its own genre now. Zombies are still walking among the pages. Historical dramas like Westerns seem to be coming back. Media-wise, nobody appears to want to be in present time. I certainly don't. Personally, I'd rather hang with Jeriamah Johnson—inception date 1972—but without the snow.

While the Mad King keeps singin' 'n' dancin',

drawing us into the abyss of plutocratic policies with his oligarchical wet dreams.

 

01/04/2018
c.1993
Edward Lee
In Progress
01/22/2018
c.2017
Mira Grant
Done
02/04/2018
c.1990
James Herbert
In Progress
02/08/2018
c.1987
Richard Laymon
In Progress

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GOODBYE 2018

 

 

And while we're into the Reaper's work, I'd like to pay homage to five of my favorite artists who also passed this year:

Ursula Le Guin (1929-2018)

Jack Ketchum (1946-2018)

 

No more from you great storytellers is a grievous loss, but what you left in the dirt for all of us is your immortality unquestioned. Thanks, guys & gals, for your heart. You will be missed.

 

Again, I paged through about 50 books this year. And, probably near half of them I did not complete. For me, this was The Year of the Pony Up, You Ignoramus, You. Subtitled You Body Is Old and Needs Attention. If I want to see the next decade, that is. This year also marks the 10th anniversary of this rambling, book-orientated monologue. In a lot of ways it has fulfilled its purpose: to keep me sharp with mental exercise. It has also measured my decline in acuity and also—yes, it is true—my reading variety. I am no longer the person who boasts Moby Dick or The Brothers Karamotsov in my top-five novel list*. Yeah, The Recognitions is still at the top and will always be, but works requiring a semblance of erudition I can no longer digest. And—yeah, okay—books like Valis, Childhood's End, I Am Legend and Solaris have unquestionably a cerebral side, they are not quite called "literature", know what I mean? And that's why—I guess—my go-to genre is Horror. Not Gorror, no, I base off of what's known as the English Ghost Story. Its historical fenceposts are Machen, James, Blackwood. And especially the ones that leave room for celestial speculation dabbling in Philosophy, and Religion of the Myth, the Occult, the Godhood. McDowell, Ryan, Shepard, to name a few of the more obscured. Don't firebrand me: this is not a reference to the masters of Science Fiction, Speculative Fiction, or Fantasy. That's another time. * along with the pretentiousness, I hope.

I have slumped terribly in photographic quests, also. Maybe it is time to organize and archive my images into personalized book format. I want to be concise while thinking demising thoughts. Prints and folios are awkward. Books are best.

My summer trip yielded surprises but not an overabundance of images. In mid-May both Natural Bridges & Capitol Reef did not have available campsites; on the way back in mid-August—we ran from the forest fires surrounding Missoula 'cause of the smoke filling our smoker's lungs—they were close to empty. This is a great area for car camping off the dirt roads, so screw "reservations".

 

 

But before we get to the major awards, a new recognition has been set forth:

 

THE CRAWFORD CONFERRALS

(a simple salute for simple-minded readers like myself)

 

Best read novel of the Year: The Cormorant

Best read surprise of the Year: Nightmare Alley

This year's Honored Mentionables:

Waking in Winter

(A girl discovers a Goddess. Maybe THE Goddess)

Beneath

(You'll never walk in the dirt barefooted again)

Bird Box

(What you see will kill you)

Dark Matter

("What if there is no enlightenment and it's all just dark?")

 

A discovered UnAmerican Author of the Year: Deborah Biancotti

A discovered American Author of the Year: Joe R. Lansdale

A discovered British Author of the Year: Stephen Gregory

 

Summarizing 2017 with regards to fantasist literature is probably best illustrated by the major award winners for best novel.

The Nebula was won by Charlie Jane Anders for All the Birds in the Sky.

The Hugo was won by N. K. Jemisin for The Obelisk Gate.

The World Fantasy Award was won by Claire North for The Sudden Appearance of Hope.

. The International Horror Guild Award was discontinued in 2008, but we still have the Stoker, which was staked out by John Langan for The Fisherman, and Tom Deady's for Haven for 1st Novel Award.

Across the pond, The British Fantasy award now splits in two for the novel category, with Disappearance at Devil's Rock by Paul Tremblay winning the August Derleth (horror) award and The Tiger and the Wolf by Adrian Tchaikovsky taking the Robert Holdstock (fantasy) award. Europe in Winter by Dave Hutchinson broke the summit stick over his knee for the British Science Fiction award while Jaine Fenn booted into Short Fiction with Liberty Bird. The Arthur C. Clarke award went to The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead.

The John W. Campbell crown fell on Lavie Tidhar this year for Central Station. PBOs were distinguished with a win for The Mercy Journals by Claudia Casper for the Philip K. Dick Award, with special citation to Unpronounceable by Susan diRende. The James Tiptree Jr. award sat with Anna-Marie McLemore for When the Moon Was Ours. Okay, there's also the Shirley Jackson Award which went to Emma Cline for The Girls, this year's novel choice, with the half-novel (Novella) to The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor LaValle.

A new addition to the literary awards is the James Herbert Award, offered to Horror writers within the UK. It was launched in 2014 and laid top honors on Nick Cutter's The Troop from 2014. After that, who knows what happened, as there apparently was not a selection in either 2015 or 2016. I've heard nothing about it this year. "Hiatus" describes the answer from the web. So, look for it in the future, maybe.

And lastly, The Locus Awards passed out plaques for Best SciFi Novel to Cixin Liu's Death's End , Best Fantasy Novel to All the Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders , and Best 1st Novel to Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee. Best Horror Novel went to Joe Hill for The Fireman. The Novella was tossed to Seanan McGuire for Every Heary A Doorway.

 

 

HELLO TO 2019 !!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© copyright 2010 by Larry Crawford

updated 01/02/2014