We left the house at 6 AM to celebrate the Revolution! And it didn't really matter which one. No plans. Just go. Just do it. We both had the day off, and we felt like playing hooky.
After grabbing coffee at the nearest Quik Trip, it was off to Sedona. Hot air balloons dotted the sky. Not much traffic for a holiday, but then it was early.
Made it to the Coffee Pot in Sedona at 8 Am. Had a buckwheat pancake fix among the fabulous faux cowboy and Indian décor.
Find out all about it in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.
How do you become a writer?
And what if your some kind of Chicano/Latinoid?
Well, Somos en escrito is having an extra-fiction contest, and I've taken on the job of the final judge:
So take your cultura and go wild:
The current generation sees Harlan Ellison as a curmudgeon who was always bad-mouthing their favorite franchise products. The don’t get why an old guy like me, who was coming of age in the early Nineteen Seventies, thinks he’s such a big deal. After all, they’ve been programmed to hate their favorite writers for not keeping all their favorite series coming at them fast and furious, as if it were possible to die from not enough of the right kind of entertainment.
It was differe
The Hilton Doubletree North turned out to be right next to the Cholla Branch of the Phoenix Public Library. A Filiberto’s, a Hooters, and Hydroponics Depot were across the street. I found it funny, but then Emily and I had just been to a funeral the day before, which put a peculiar spin on the weekend.
We had also been at Phoenix Comic Fest a few weeks ago, and Em was still recovering from Denver Comic Con, where she was nearly trampled by people trying to get to Jim Davis, the crea
J.J. Benítez is the subject of Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.
He's one of the most popular writers on the planet:
He writes about UFOs and the paranormal:
Mostly, it's stuff like this:
But he keeps on investigating:
“If it weren't for the writers we'd be here at a comic book convention!” I heard Harlan Ellison scream that at the 1972 WorldCon. Yeah, I was there, a teenager with Jimi Hendrix/Abbie Hoffman hair that scared people.
But what really scared them was the science fiction.
I found myself thinking a lot of stuff like this at the Phoenix Comic Fest.
Harlan was right. If it wasn’t for writers, the comics, TV and movie franchises that comprise geek/nerd culture wouldn’t exist. But is s
Medusa Uploadedby Emily Devenport (I usually call her the fabulous Emily Devenport, but in this case I should try to be a bit subdued) is great and you should read--and BUY it! Under normal circumstances I’d write a rave review saying that it’s the best science fiction novel it has been my pleasure to read in years, and other quotable bits of lavish praise, but not I’m not going to do that. It wouldn’t be right.
You see, Emily Devenport (could I have gotten away with calling her fab
Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga, is all about Isaac Ezban's Cosas Feas.
Here's an example of his filmmaking:
Cosas Feas includes scene from this capitalist propaganda cartoon:
And this classic of adolescent agnst exploitation:
He's also a professional, who's done commercials:
One thing you can do if you want to support writers is review their work. Some of you are intimidated by it, but we realize that you aren't professional writers. We don't need masterworks of literary criticism on Amazon and Goodreads, or even Facebook and Twitter. We need help spreading the word.
My advice is to go minimalist.
And minimalist may sound highfaluting, but it's just a way of saying keep it short and simple. And it doesn't have to be long. One liners are okay!
My wife, the fabulous Emily Devenport's new novel, Medusa Uploadedis available, online, and in bookstores. It's about class warfare on a generation starship—perfect entertainment for our times. Go get it!
And while you'll out there, pick up the May/June 2018 Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine. It's got a story by Emily, “10,432 Serial Killers (In Hell).”
Things are getting busy here at Hacienda Hogan.
That's thanks to Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Prime Meridian, in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga:
It's about a young woman from Mexico City:
Who dreams of moving to Mars:
With references to the old days of Mexican cinema:
Who know's where this could lead:
To celebrate the new edition of Smoking Mirror Blues, I shuffled through my mound of battered sketchbooks, and ran across the stuff I did for publicity for the original edition.
Suddenly, another one of those creative lightning bolts hit me. I was going to need art for my own social media publicity campaign. These files were generated (I had Corel Draw at the time) in black and white to be flyers that never got made. It was 2001, the War on Terror had broken out, my wife and I had just mov
While waiting for a friendly corporation to come up with another big Afrofuturist product, why not read some sff-ish stuff by black authors? Go and grab some of the works of Octavia Butler, Samuel R. Delany, Steven Barnes, Tananarive Due, Bill Campbell,Nnedi Okorafor, Nalo Hopkinson, Nisi Shawl, Nora Jemisin, and others who I’m probably forgetting, but can be found in bookstores.
And there are others, coming out of older traditions, whose books you’ll have to hunt for, but are well
When I found out about a Nigerian Wakanda movie, released two days after Black Panther, Ihad to check it out.
Turns out its not the obvious rip-off that the article painted it to be. The W-word is never uttered. There are no Marvel references. It is copyrighted 2015.
It could be a re-titled re-release intended to cash in on a global, corporate phenomenon. I admire that kind of chutzpah.
It's faster paced than most Nollywood fare, and is loaded with heaps of outrageousness. I
The weird scenes are from Isaac Ezban's incredible movie, The Similars, reviewed in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.
This doesn't begin to show how bizarre this it is:
Here's people talking about Ezban's first movie:
His other one also looks astounding:
And he knows how to give an an acceptance speech:
I have unpublished my ebook of Smoking Mirror Bluesfrom Amazon Kindle and Smashwords. It will unavailable for a while.
This is because a new, improved version, with the benefit of better copyediting, a new cover, and an introduction that lays bare the truths and mysteries of its publishing history, will be available soon from Strange Particle Press.
Old flyer, info may be obsolete. Please use link below.If you desperately need a copy, the original trade paperback edition is still ava
Here's some music to listen to, while Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga, celebrates my novels being discussed in a dissertation, and the world goes Afrofuturist.
Sun Ra was out there:
Miles always sounded like the future:
King Sunny synched the system:
Kokoroko brings Fela back from the dead:
One of the things I'm determined to do in 2018 is finish one of the novels that I've been diddling around with for the last several years. There are several of them, and now that I'm over sixty, I'm more interested in doing what I want rather than beating myself bloody trying to figure out what some publisher would be willing to pay me an advance for. And it would be nice if I could finish these chingaderas before I die.
So I've decided to make a heroic attempt to finish Zyx; Or, Bring Me
Chicanonauticareviews Dogged Pursuit, the biography of Enrique “Henry” Garfias, over at La Bloga.
This was Phoenix back in the old days:
He was a marshal like Dillon:
And an Arizona constable like Valdez:
Of course, these days things are different: