Nothing much happening since I returned from Salt Lake City-I'll mostly be home until late May, with a a couple of brief personal trips.

I'm finishing up the ghost reprint anthology for Tachyon this month. Now titled Hauntings. I'll announce the TOC as soon as I buy the last few stories.

Prime has a forthcoming reprint anthology edited by Paula Guran called Ghosts: Recent Hauntings. Hers will be out first although mine has been in the works since late 2009* --that's when I started approaching some of the writers I wanted in the book for specific stories and that's when I originally pitched the book to a publisher that expressed interested. They never followed through and so the book was finally bought by Tachyon late-2011.

Although some of the contributors overlap between Paula's and my volumes, none of the stories do. And I believe that my anthology takes a broader view of "ghosts" and "hauntings."

Read more... )
Sorry that I've been away from dreamwidth and live journal for so long but The Best Horror of the Year volume four just completely ate up my time. But I handed it in to Night Shade this past Sunday 5:30 a.m and a great weight has been lifted off my mind. Of course, I'll need to start reading for #5 shortly but I can relax a bit. I've got an original anthology that Terri and I are finishing over the next few weeks but I feel less pressure.
I'll be traveling to London end of the month for two weeks for my annual visit and will stay in Camden Town with the Clutes hang around with Pat Cadigan. I will also meet with various other friends and colleagues.

An e-book deal is brewing regarding an anthology long out of print that was never released in the USA. I'm excited and will give details as soon as I know when it will be out.
I'm hoping to sell more anthologies over the next few months (original and reprint) and keeping fingers crossed that this will indeed happen.
But in the meantime, here are the photos:

Miami Beach & with my family in Fort Lauderdale for lunch and Waxahachie wetlands
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( Sep. 28th, 2011 12:45 am)
Visited my sister and went antiquing and fleamarketing. No great finds but fun, even though it rained a lot on Saturday. Have been psychologically preparing for two week cruise up the Danube with my family next week. Got the plane tix and confirmed flights. I fly from JFK to Milan to Budapest, we take a boat up the river, stop in Serbia and Croatia and Bulgaria and end up in Bucharest, where we stop for a few days. I'm missing next month's KGB reading because of the trip unfortunately. Trying to figure out what to pack-I need to start wearing my cowboy boots and closed shoes so I can walk in them during the trip. I've been wearing sandals all summer.

Lost my glasses and found them (thought I'd packed them for visit to sis, couldn't find them when I get there nor when I got home then searched bag assiduously one more time and there they were in a never-before-used compartment.

Found the Nikon instructions manual--in a pile of books but not the pile it had been in.

And currently going through the copy edit of After, stetting things and querying the contributors with other copy editing changes that I either agree with or that are more serious. Whenever I go over a copy edit I discover how much I missed in my line edit and get annoyed with myself. It means that I wasn't focused, not paying enough attention to each ms.

Need to send out a couple of cartons of books Thursday via UPS pick up. Pull down some of the piles of books currently living on my sofa and either sort them or read them. (they're mostly anthologies with a few collections/magazines thrown in for variety.) And of course those are only on my sofa-I should take photos of the piles of "to read" material for Best Horror one of these days.

Anyway, that's where I've been. Back to work before hitting the sack.
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This is really just an all-around update.

I realize that most people who know me don't think of me as an introvert but I generally feel like one. (And yes, I've looked up "psychological definitions/characteristics")

The reason I feel this way is that as happy being alone --although what does "alone" mean when I'm awash in sensation that constantly impinges on my consciousness, even at home. When I'm home I listen to music, mostly jazz-on the radio or when WBGO isn't playing something I like then on pandora. I interact with my cats when we all feel like it, I post online and read newsgroups and otherwise participate on the social networks. So I guess I rarely am "alone." Editing, just like writing, is a solitary job. I love it. Read more... )
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( Jun. 3rd, 2011 10:53 am)
Apologies for not being around more but Terri and I have been finishing up After (and I can't stay long as I've one more major thing to do). We'll post TOC very soon.

In the meantime, I've just been alerted that Tennessee poet Elizabeth McClellan gave a marvelous shout out to Troll's Eye View in an interview conducted with her by Nashvillescene.com.

Scroll down, and you'll find it.

Meantime, watched Pitch Black last weekend--enjoyable sf/horror. And went to see Meek's Cutoff in the movies. Great cast, good acting, really boring movie. All too realistic historical drama about three families in a wagon train enroute to Oregon who are lost--and the leader they don't trust (Meek). My two viewing companions and I loathed it (sorry Lucius).
Last night I sent out the summary of the year. Today I finished going over the copy edit of Blood and Other Cravings (although I await responses from there contributors--you know who you are) so I can mail it to my in-house editor tomorrow or Saturday). I filled out all my 1099s --except for one person for whom I need their official address (you know who you are).

So now I can clean out the rest of the 2010 books I'm not going to save and start logging in 2011 titles. I was going to watch movies tonight in celebration but think I'll just wait till my regular Friday night.

I didn't feel inclined to go out into the snow today except to go as far as the supermarket. I'm soooo glad I don't have to go out to work.

Con Ed has been doing something very noisy on and off since yesterday evening and when they do I get little brownouts --which make me very nervous. I'm afraid they're going to royally screw up the electricity...now there's this huge dark green ugly truck I've never seen outside my window. This is NOT a good sign. Paranoid, me?

I think I'll finish editing my photos from Florida and The Museum of Natural History tonight. Butterflies :-)

Oh good. Awful truck drove away.
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( Nov. 19th, 2010 11:07 pm)
If there's ever a book of this I WANT it The Surprisingly Well-Dressed 1940s Squirrel

Via jezebel

And in other news, my mother found the missing frying pan (missing only for a few hours--she found it, where she'd put it--in the oven with the other pots and pans, but put it so far back she couldn't see it. Hysteria averted.

I've been reading reading reading and writing writing writing (Best of the Year stuff) and will be all weekend except evenings. Tonight I watched the Japanese movie Pulse nicely done creepy ghost stuff--makes marginally more sense than many of that type of Japanese movie. People on commuters start seeing things in them (variation on the video theme), kill themselves or just disappear.

And Fallen Angel with the heartthrob of my youth, Dana Andrews, plus Linda Darnell, Alice Faye, and Charles Bickford. Noir but not too noir. Broke bounder gets stuck in a small town 100 miles out of SF, becomes obsessed with hot waitress babe Linda Darnell. Trouble ensues.

Now... back to work.
Had sushi and cold sake with the lovely Jenny Blackford last night and then went home and watch the piece of garbage that is Gothic--the one by Ken Russell with Gabriel Byrne (Lord Byron) (who I lech after), Julian Sands (Shelley), Timothy Spall, Miriam Cyr, and Natasha Richardson as Mary Shelley. Terrible. Thank god it wasn't longer than it was. Also watched the Travolta/ Washington remake of The Taking of Pelham 123 directed by Tony Scott. Entertaining.

Today I met Jenny and Rick Bowes to do some fleamarketing/shopping for a friend's birthday. Success!

And came home to watch Disco Pigs with the very young-looking Cillian Murphy playing "Pig" a 16 year old who is emotionally and almost telepathically linked to "Runt," the female neighbor who was born on the same day as he.

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The movie follows their lives from birth and is excellent at showing their love and ties to each other. It seems very sweet until Pig's violent nature begins manifesting. I felt there was something really odd about him from very early in the movie and found him pretty unlikable throughout but that's me. Good acting, but I didn't really care for it much.

The ending is either totally precipitous or the DVD was damaged. I suspect the former.

And in between I've been frantically reading anthologies and magazines for the Best Horror #3.
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( Oct. 23rd, 2010 12:57 pm)
A quickie before I dive back into the copy edit of Naked City--a copy editing query is sooo ignorant that I just came to a stop.

I know there are great copy editors out there and I've worked with some but more often I've had copy editors who have no ear for voice, tone, or the difference among multiple stories in an anthology. I have to say that the CE on NK takes the cake.

She (and I just went back to the front of the ms and discovered it IS a she) queries the phrase "high yellow skin" saying "Not sure what is meant by 'high yellow'--does it mean dark yellow, bright yellow?".

Now even if she is so ignorant of the racial description that she's never heard of it, it's the very first item that comes up on google. She has used googled some of her fact checking (poorly for the most part) throughout the copy edit. I've googled all the addresses/names/brands etc she couldn't find or queried to change through HER googling and 95% of the time I've discovered the author is correct.

The play part is that I had some wonderful lunches and dinners last week with friends--twice at Tea and Sympathy, one of my favorite local restaurants (British) and watched some movies. Finished the fourth season of Dexter last night--thank you S, who gave away a MAJOR spoiler--although it was kind of foreshadowed. (I'm being ironic).

I also watched Waitress, as so-so little movie about a waitress in an abusive relationship (for way too many years) who is a marvel at creating pies. The sad thing is that the writer/director/co-star Adrienne Shelly, was murdered in my neighborhood right before her film was accepted by Sundance, where it won awards.

Spider Forest, a South Korean psychological thriller that I didn't like all that much either. A man wandering in a forest comes across a house where a man and woman are brutally murdered. Before he can escape back to civilization he's attacked by the murderer, left for dead, is hit by a car, and ends up in a coma. Complications ensue. Multiple levels of reality (not as well done as in Inception, although of course those were technologically induced, in this movie it's all brain trauma/memory, etc induced). I found it not only confusing (although I figured out certain things pretty quickly) but full of plot holes. Sorry, whoever recced it to me. It was a bust as far as I'm concerned.

Back to work.
I watched 2 1/2 DVDs Friday night. The half (well maybe a third) was Alfred Hitchcock's misfire Topaz. I disliked it so much that I ejected it after a particularly idiot plot device.
An unpleasant Soviet scientist defects to the US with his wife and daughter. He may or may not know anything about the Soviet presence in Cuba. This is the time of the Cuban missile crisis. Based on a novel by Leon Uris. Not all that interesting cast. The only one I really knew was John Forsyth. I didn't find it very interesting nor at all suspenseful. Oh well.

Then watched the comedy Overboard with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. One of those rich bitch loses memory and gets her comeuppance learning something about herself and real people. The roughneck who finds and "enslaves" her for a time learns something about himself too. Despite the icky premise, the chemistry was great (and why wouldn't it be...the two have been living together for decades) and it has some very funny bits.

Somebody Up There Likes Me So-so biopic of boxer Rocky Graziano who came from the slums of NYC and became a middleweight champion boxer. Paul Newman's so gorgeous I don't care what he does--but I think it's kind of a crappy movie-predictable every which way.

And yesterday I went to see The Kids are All Right which I enjoyed immensely. The two kids of a Lesbian couple decide they want to meet their birth father. Trouble ensues. Annette Bening and Julianna Moore are the "moms" and Mark Ruffalo is the sperm donor. All three of them are really excellent and if Bening isn't nominated for an Academy Award I'll be very disappointed. The principals (all three of them) do things that people do --screw up their relationships and get involved with people they shouldn't. And try to hold things together.


Last night and all day today I've been line edited Blood and Other Cravings in preparation of handing it in to my editor at Tor by Thursday or so.

My dad's in the hospital for something he's had a problem with before and we hope he'll be back at Whitehall quickly. (I'm very much hoping he's fine and back there before I leave Friday).
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( Feb. 10th, 2010 03:26 pm)
It started late, much later than predicted. Nothing by 1:30 am when I went to bed. Not much but a wee bit of snowfall and lots of slush when I went out to do my errands around 12:30 today. But enroute home, finally the snow began to fall in earnest and I can now say yes, we have a lovely snowy blizzard blanketing NYC with the white stuff.

Now that it's here and is supposed to continue through the night, I'm hoping it clears up enough by tomorrow morning so that I can fly out to Radcon in the afternoon.

Finished going over the copy edits of Haunted Legends co-edited by me and Nick Mamatas for Tor. This is our all original anthology of retold regional ghost stories coming out from Tor in September. I'm happy with how it came out.

Cleaning up books from 2009 that I neglected to mention in The Best Horror of the Year, Volume Two because when I was finishing up the summary I was in Florida and not at home. Some of those books will be mentioned in my Cemetery Dance column that's due next month (but won't be out for several months, as they still have two columns in the can). I'll likely be covering mostly nonfiction/art books.

My dad is now in a nursing home called Whitehall in Boca Raton. He's been there just over a week. The day he was admitted he broke his wrist trying to get out of bed without help again. He seems to be ok otherwise. He can't feed himself (he'll be in a cast from hand to mid-arm for five weeks)because he broke the right wrist but he can drink from cups with his left.

The place is supposed to be very pretty. He was given the swallow test again and he can eat anything other than steak (he was having thickener in everything since his surgery and chopped up meat/chicken). The steak he can't have because he puts too much into his mouth at one time. I don't know what kind of therapy he's getting (my mom is not very helpful as she won't ask questions of the staff ) but he's watching tv (he was doing nothing for several weeks and just wanted to be in bed all the time napping) and more active. It's possible the antidepressants have kicked in and made him feel better but my mom refuses to ask what meds he's on.

My sister's going down again in a few weeks and I hope she can let me know what's really going on. I'll probably go down there again in April.
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( Jan. 8th, 2010 02:52 pm)
I know I've been awfully quiet, except for the reading announcement yesterday but I'm finishing up Best Horror #2 and have a lot to still read and then reread. I've chosen five six stories so far and have 41 stories on my short list to consider. And I'm still in the middle of several original anthologies plus have to check out the original stories in some more collections.

My dad's still in the rehab center and will be there at least a couple more weeks while we work out how to arrange 24/7 care for him at home. I'm relieved that my mom has made this decision although she has to find the right person to do this. Luckily, my sister is down in Florida now and will be at least until I get there the 23rd. We all know it's best to get my dad home asap as he's depressed and uncooperative (as he was in rehab after his stroke). My sister says she thinks he's speaking as well as he was before the surgery--hard for us to understand be he knows what he's saying. And that he most definitely knows what he wants and what's going on. So that's good news. He's on antidepressants and we hope they'll kick in soon to see if there's any difference in his attitude.


As for me, I'm not depressed, just a bit stressed. Although I'm in a lot working, I'm getting out to see friends (lunch with Shawna McCarthy today and hanging out with friends later this evening) so don't worry about me ;-).
We arrived at his room on the 3rd floor and he wasn't there--which was pretty scary, until we found out that he's been moved down to orthopedics, which means he's no longer being monitored specially for his heart.

He was sleeping when we arrived on the second floor and was told he hadn't eaten breakfast. He slept a lot today but I think that's a good thing, considering how active and relatively incoherent he was yesterday. When he was awake he spoke more clearly. He doesn't have the heard leads on his chest any more so we got him untied from the bed, which means he could drink  by himself, wipe his own face with a wet washcloth, and fold his arms across his stomach which is how he prefers to nap.  He had Occuptational therapy once and Physical therapy twice. He sat up on his bed and was able to keep upright by himself. Progress indeed.

Not as grumpy, although he was frustrated when we didn't comprehend his questions...we think he was asking about the mechanic for the second car (the battery died last week and had to be repaired. I'm sure he knows exactly what he's trying to make sure of but we can only get the bits and pieces of what he wants to check on.

He didn't eat much today and we had to leave before his dinner arrived because it was already dark (6:15) and my mom doesn't like driving in the dark. Hopefully he ate more at that meal.

I asked my mom if she was ok with me leaving Wednesday and she says she is. We were hoping to meet with caseworker today to discuss rehab options (we don't know how long my dad will remain in the hospital) but she didn't show up. We'll make sure we get hold of her tomorrow.

In other news (I've  been able to read on and off all day, every day and at night am reading too). I finished going over the galleys of both Darkness: Two Decades of Modern Horror and Tails of Wonder and Imagination. And continue to read and reread for The Best Horror of the Year, volume two. I've read two anthologies on my e-reader and I believe I can read some more tomorrow although the battery is low and will likely run down in the middle of the day. (good to learn how long it actually lasts without recharging--my playstation charger didn't arrive before I left for Florida).






I had a marvelous time visiting out west. While I was in Stallion Springs, Richard (Mikey's husband and a marvelous sculptor) some of the work by Richard that I own and I drove to Red Rock in the high desert one day while Mikey was working. I've taken photos, which I will eventually post--there a LOT to go through.
I'm still catching up since I returned Thursday night. I'm mostly unpacked, mostly gone through my mail, and now am hunkering down to work this weekend. The problem with trips is that even if I take some work with me, there's a lot more waiting for me at home, work I have to focus more on like reading and editing. I caught up on my non-YBFH magazine reading (including The New Yorker--which after reading about six in a row I anxiously hope for something with a plot and characters that excite me. There were two stories that stood out: one by T. Coraghessan Boyle, and another (that I really liked) by Janet Frame. Both are getting HMs in the next Year's Best. I also read a bunch of webzine printouts, plus finished the novel Infected by Scott Sigler, which while I enjoyed it, has some enormous plot holes, some of which might be plugged by the sequel.

The long trip home went extremely well, with no problems at all. We all three got up at 6:30 and at 7:15 drove to Bakersfield, where I caught the 9:00 am bus to LAX. Got to the airport by 11:30 and was able to relax and nosh on the lunch that Mikey made for me). My flight was 1:55, left on time, and was pleasant. Half empty plane and a seat empty in the middle-yayyy. Arrived on time and as I think I mentioned earlier, was in the door of my apartment half an hour before I expected to be: 11:30. Then, of course, the hassle begin with the email meltdown. It seems to have subsided although I really don't think my program likes downloading 465 emails at a time. Which means I'll probably have the same problem when I get back from WFC.

I knew I was going to run out of reading material by the time I got to LAX so picked up three paperback crime novels in a used bookstore in Tehachapi while I was there. One, Crusader's Cross by James Lee Burke--I soon realized that I'd read when it came out--I hate that. I was purposefully looking for the Robicheaux novels I hadn't read yet--now I think it must have been the most recent two. Then I read Tess Gerritson's The Surgeon about a serial killer. At times, I thought I'd read that one, too, but alas--the two bits that made me think I'd read it before were merely minor borrowings from other serial killer novels I must have read. At least I think that. I never got to The Overlook by Michael Connolly. Maybe next time I'll toss it into my bag for an emergency read.
I've been juggling work on three original anthologies plus YBFH over the past week: line editing stories for The Beastly Bride and Other Tales of the Animal People (we're awaiting three more plus a poem, I think). Reading the stories that Nick Mamatas passed on to me from his Haunted Legends slush pile, and working on the ones we've decided to buy. Reading for and working on stories for Lovecraft Unbound, and reading for and working on stories for Naked City. And in between, for a break, reading for YBFH #22. Today I received the copy edit of the Nebula Award Showcase Anthology to go over. It all takes focus.

So this evening I watched Code 46 an sf movie directed by Michael Winterbottom starring Tim Robbins and Samantha Morton. I enjoyed it, although was a bit frustrated. I'm not sure I understand everything about the movie...total spoilers below, so if you haven't seen it don't read any more. If you have...perhaps you can explain what I don't understand.
addition: I've checked out the comments on IMdb and some make a lot of sense, but they don't answer all the questions I have.

















An investigator from Seattle travels to Shanghai to catch the person selling fraudulent travel passes. He's attracted to a woman working there, they have sex, she disappears and he discovers that she's gotten pregnant, which brings up a Code 46.

Code 46 provides penalties for having sex with someone whose DNA matches 25%-100% of your own --if it's deliberate there are more severe penalties than if it is not. He and the woman (they are both brought up by nurture parents --maybe everyone is but that's one point not clear) have close DNA and she has the same DNA as his mother--is she a clone of his mother? I'm not clear about this either. I have no problem with him "falling in love with her" immediately--part of that is obviously the "empathy virus" he's been infected with for his job. And others pointed out that it might be that she's a clone of his mother-which doesn't make sense if he was not brought UP by his own mother and besides that's just too stupidly Oedipal.

The world is polluted and protected enclaves exist in which the privileged (or those willing to follow the rules) can live and work. Everything outside is desert. People can only travel outside their enclaves if they have permission, and some of this permission seems to be determined by their genetic disposition--which is decided by the Sphinx corporation. (mysterious and not explained unless I missed it-computerized? I've no idea).

I don't get the maguffin, I'm afraid, although the repercussions of it are fascinating. It seems as if most (maybe all) women are artificially inseminated --because of this it's crucial to keep track of genetics to ensure that close relatives don't reproduce. Makes sense.

But...birth control is never ever mentioned--this is what frustrates me...because the entire plot centers on a woman getting pregnant. If there was some reference to why birth control is not an option, I'd get it. There's a scene where a couple is counseled that they are too genetically close to have children but they're encouraged to marry anyway so one presumes they can use birth control....

Another nice sf touch, viruses are "given" for certain tasks--eg an empathy virus so the Tim Robbins character can do his job as investigator.

So for anyone who has seen this can we please discuss? I missed some of the dialog I think that might explain points I missed...but maybe not.
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