50th Anniversary Edition of To Kill a Mockingbird on Blu-ray

Press Release 

Oscar® Winner Gregory Peck Gives the Performance

of His Career in the Timeless Classic Available on Blu-ray™

for the First Time

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD

50TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION

Digitally Remastered and Fully Restored with Over Three Hours of Bonus Materials Including Two Full­Length Documentaries

On Limited Edition Collector’s Series Blu-ray™ Combo Pack,

Blu-ray™ Combo Pack and DVD

Available January 31, 2012

Universal City, Calif. (November 28, 2011) – To Kill a Mockingbird, one of the screen’s most beloved and critically acclaimed films, celebrates its 50th anniversary with a commemorative  Limited Edition Collector’s Series Blu-ray™ Combo Pack  as well as on Blu-ray™ Combo Pack and DVD from Universal Studios Home Entertainment on January 31, 2012. The powerful and poignant adaptation of Harper Lee’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel hits the half-century mark, digitally remastered and fully restored from high resolution 35MM original film elements, plus more than three-and-a-half hours of bonus features chronicling the making of the cinematic masterpiece.

The Limited Edition Collector’s Series Combo Pack of To Kill a Mockingbird: 50th Anniversary Edition will include a Blu-ray, DVD and Digital Copy of the film, packaged in a hardcover book featuring exclusive movie memorabilia including script pages with Gregory Peck’s handwritten notes, storyboards, poster art and much more.

Released theatrically in 1962, To Kill a Mockingbird won instant accolades for its nuanced performances, splendidly crafted narrative and bold endorsement of racial tolerance, fairness and honor, a combination that still resonates with audiences today. It earned eight Academy Award® nominations and three wins including a Best Actor statuette for Gregory Peck in one of his most iconic roles as the principled Alabama lawyer Atticus Finch, Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Art Direction. The prestigious American Film Institute lists To Kill a Mockingbird as one of the 100 Greatest American Films and also names Atticus Finch as the No. 1 Film Hero of All Time. A timeless, enduring classic that remains as relevant and impactful today as it was at its release, To Kill a Mockingbird’’s appeal continues to span generations.

In honor of its centennial anniversary, Universal Pictures proudly salutes 100 years of unforgettable films that have entertained audiences and touched the hearts of millions around the globe. In celebration of our first 100 years, Universal Studios Home Entertainment is proud to present a selection of our many beloved movies as part of an extensive year-long program that underscores the studio’s rich cinematic history and indelible cultural impact.

Click the link below to view the official trailer for the To Kill a Mockingbird 50th Anniversary Edition Blu-ray™ release:

http://universal.wiredrive.com/r/p/?presentation=de63fe7c0c348f500d6a2a476a96a02d

Blu-ray™ and DVD Bonus Features:

  • Fearful Symmetry— A feature-length documentary on the making of To Kill a Mockingbird with cast and crew interviews and a visit to author Harper Lee’s home town.
  • A Conversation with Gregory Peck— An intimate feature-length documentary on one of the most beloved actors in film history with interviews, film clips, home movies and more.
  • 100 Years of Universal:  Restoring the Classics— An in-depth look at the film restoration process
  • Academy Award® Best Actor Acceptance Speech— Gregory Peck’s speech after winning the Academy Award®for his performance as Atticus Finch.
  • American Film Institute Life Achievement Award— Gregory Peck’s memorable remarks upon receiving the AFI Life Achievement Award.
  • Excerpt from “Tribute To Gregory Peck”— Cecilia Peck’s heartwarming farewell to her father given at the Academy in celebration of his life.
  • Scout Remembers— Actress Mary Badham shares her experiences working with Gregory Peck.
  • Feature Commentary with Director Robert Mulligan and Producer Alan Pakula
  • Original Theatrical Trailer

Bonus Features Exclusively on Blu-ray™ Combo Pack:

  • DIGITAL COPY: Owners of the Blu-ray™ Combo Pack can also download a digital version of the full-length movie from participating digital retailers to enjoy on a choice of popular electronic and portable devices.
  • U-CONTROL: SCENE COMPANION: Available on To Kill a Mockingbird: 50th Anniversary Edition for the first time, viewers can watch interviews, see photos and more during key scenes with this picture-in-picture companion featuring narration by Gregory Peck’s Family.
  • BD-LIVE™: Access the BD-Live™ Center through your Internet-connected player to watch the latest trailers and more!
  • pocket BLU™ app:   The groundbreaking pocket BLU™ app uses iPad®, iPhone®, iPod®  touch,  Android™, PC and Mac®  to work seamlessly with a network-connected Blu-ray™ player.  Plus iPad® and Android™ tablet  owners can enjoy a new, enhanced edition of pocket BLU™ made

especially to take advantage of the tablets’ larger screen and high resolution display.  Consumers will be able to browse through a library of Blu-ray™ content and watch entertaining extras on-the-go in a way that’s bigger and better than ever before.  pocket BLU™ offers advanced features such as:

  • ADVANCED REMOTE CONTROL:  A sleek, elegant new way to operate your Blu-ray™ player. Users can navigate through menus, playback and BD-Live™ functions with ease.
  • VIDEO TIMELINE:  Users can easily bring up the video timeline, allowing them to instantly access any point in the film.
  • MOBILE-TO-GO:  Users can unlock a selection of bonus content with their Blu-ray™ discs to save to their device or to stream from anywhere there is a Wi-Fi network, enabling them to enjoy content on the go, anytime, anywhere.
  • BROWSE TITLES:  Users will have access to a complete list of pocket BLU™-enabled titles available and coming to Blu-ray™.  They can view free previews and see what additional content is available to unlock on their device.
  • KEYBOARD:  Entering data is fast and easy with your device’s intuitive keyboard.
  • uHEAR™: Never miss another line of dialogue with this innovative feature that instantly skips back a few seconds on your Blu-ray™ disc and turns on the subtitles to highlight what you missed.

SYNOPSIS

Experience one of the most significant milestones in film history like never before with To Kill a Mockingbird 50th Anniversary Edition.  Screen legend Gregory Peck stars as courageous Southern lawyer Atticus Finch – the Academy Award®-winning performance hailed by the American Film Institute as the Greatest Movie Hero of All Time. Based on Harper Lee’s Pulitzer Prize winning novel about innocence, strength and conviction and nominated for eight Academy Awards®, this beloved classic is now digitally remastered and fully restored for optimum picture and sound quality and boasts hours of unforgettable bonus features. Watch it and remember why “it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

CAST AND FILMMAKERS:

Cast: Gregory Peck, Robert Duvall, Brock Peters, Mary Badham, John Megna, Rosemary Murphy, William Windom

Directed By: Robert Mulligan

Screenplay By:  Horton Foote from the novel by Harper Lee

Producers: Alan J. Pakula

Director of Photography: Russell Harlan

Edited By:  Aaron Stell

Costume Designer: Rosemary Odell

Original Music By: Elmer Bernstein

TECHNICAL INFORMATION

BLU-RAY™

Street Date: January 31, 2012

Copyright: 1962 Universal Studios

Selection Number: Limited Edition Collector’s Series Combo Pack: 61121056, Blu-ray™ Combo Pack: 61121057, Canadian Collector’s Series Combo Pack: 61121286000, Canadian Blu-ray™ Combo Pack: 61121285

Running Time: 2 hours, 10 minutes

Layers: BD-50

Picture: Black and White

BLU-RAY™ CONTINUED

Aspect Ratio: Widescreen 1.85:1

Rating: Not Rated, Canadian: PG, Quebec: G

Languages/Subtitles: English SDH, French, Spanish

Sound: English DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 / DTS 2.0 Mono, French DTS 2.0 Mono

DVD

Street Date: January 31, 2012

Copyright: 1962 Universal Studios

Selection Number: 61115344, Canadian: 61120630

Running Time: 2 hours, 10 minutes

Layers: DVD-9

Picture: Black and White

Aspect Ratio: Widescreen 1.85:1

Rating: Not Rated

Languages/Subtitles: English SDH, Spanish, French

Sound: English Dolby Digital 5.1 / Dolby Digital 2.0 Mono, French Dolby Digital 2.0 Mono

A Collection Celebrating Ray Bradbury

Press Release

Borderlands Press & Gauntlet Press Present: Shadow Show: All-New Stories in Celebration of Ray Bradbury

The collection is edited by Sam Weller & Mort Castle and will be released this summer.

Signed and numbered edition limited to 500: $75.

Signed (including Ray Bradbury) and lettered edition limited to 26: $500.

To order, click this link and go to More Information: http://www.borderlandspress.com/. (The collection’s cover hasn’t been announced yet)

Under a joint imprint, Gauntlet Press and Borderlands Press will publish a limited, signed, and numbered edition of Shadow Show, a tribute anthology to celebrate the career of Ray Bradbury. In the collection, editors Sam Weller and Mort Castle have assembled short stories from 26 of the most celebrated authors today to honor Ray and his contribution to the literary canon. Also included is an introduction in the form of a personal essay “Second Homecoming,” written by Ray Bradbury, specifically for the book.

Limited to only 500 copies, this book is signed by all contributors (except Ray Bradbury) including Margaret Atwood, David Eggers, Neil Gaiman, Alice Hoffman, Joe Hill, and many other award-winning writers.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Sam Weller and Mort Castle – Introduction

Ray Bradbury – Second Homecoming

Neil Gaiman – The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury

Margaret Atwood – Headlife

Jay Bonansinga – Heavy

Sam Weller – The Girl In The Funeral Parlor

David Morrell – The Companions

Thomas F. Monteleone – The Exchange

Lee Martin – Cat on a Bad Couch

Joe Hill – By The Silver Water Of Lake Champlain

Dan Chaon – Little America

John McNally – The Phone Call

Joe Meno – Young Pilgrims

Robert McCammon – Children Of The Bedtime Machine

Ramsey Campbell – The Page

Mort Castle – Light

Alice Hoffman – Conjure

John Maclay – Max

Jacqueline Mitchard – Two Of A Kind

Gary Braunbeck – Fat Man And Little Boy

Bonnie Jo Campbell – The Tattoo

Audrey Niffenegger – Backwards In Seville

Charles Yu – Earth: (A Gift Shop)

Julia Keller – Hayleigh’s Dad

Dave Eggers – Who Knocks?

Bayo Ojikutu – Reservation 2020

Kelly Link – Two Houses

Harlan Ellison – Weariness

Up Close with Author Daniel Pearlman

This article originally appeared on the Go Local Prov website.

Up Close with Author Daniel Pearlman

by Anthony Faccenda, GoLocalProv Contributor

Author Daniel Pearlman

Simply labeling Daniel Pearlman a “fantasy writer” would be doing this multi-talented author a great disservice. Pearlman’s unique brand of fantasy fiction often includes elements of irony, satire, magic realism and speculative fiction. Aside from fiction, Pearlman, a professor emeritus of English at the University of Rhode Island, has also written everything from literary criticism to student writing handbooks.Despite his demanding schedule, GoLocal got Pearlman put down his prolific pen to discuss his latest effort, A Giant in the House & Other Excesses, published by The Merry Blacksmith Press(Warwick).

Your new book A Giant in the House & Other Excesses contains twelve different short stories and novelettes. Can you briefly describe what readers can expect to find in this collection?

The word “excesses” implies the over-the-top nature of my stories, and not only in this collection, which is my third. Here is a thumbnail of each of the twelve stories:

A Giant in the House: A boy grows up with a violent father who progressively shrinks in the young man’s imagination—or is it only in his imagination?

The Death Club: A secret Death Club guarantees its members wealth and power—until reaching age eighty, after which they will be euthanized in some unpredictable way, leaving all their worldly goods to the Club. Rich old Anton Malevitch, however, on the verge of eighty, has won the love of a beautiful and much younger woman, and is determined not to honor his contract.

Hannibal’s Victory: Two women who live together, one old and one young, take out their growing mutual hostility indirectly, through the medium of their respective opinionated cats.

Facedowns: A group of friends tell each other stories during Friday night poker games at which each takes turns with the host’s obliging wife.

The Fetal Position: A young man receives warnings from a mysterious female voice that professes concerns for his safety but is bent on crushing his identity.

Lyonel Unbound:  An English professor on his way to class, where his teaching is to be evaluated to determine whether he is worthy of tenure, suddenly finds himself unable to hold up his pants.

Two-Time Losers: A young night-school teacher is assigned a class of failures, a collection of the worst students in the program, whom he is under administrative pressure to pass.

Double Occupancy: An aging couple find their home invaded nightly by alluring refugees from the sixties who themselves have never aged.

With Arms Outstretched: A man demands sexual freedom from his grossly overweight wife.  She, fearing to lose him, complies in an astounding manner.

Refrigerator Blindness: Not long married, the egocentric young husband cannot seem to find the most ordinary things around the house. His exasperated wife eventually contrives to use his “disability” to her own personal advantage.

Mariah My Soul-Mate: A teenage girl forms a self-destructive relationship with a beautiful, fashionably dressed manikin.

Great White Hope: In the early sixties a recently married young man, on vacation with his wife in Mexico, finds himself in sexual rivalry with a septuagenarian ex-boxer, a still-powerful Frank Moran, one of a string of “great white hopes” who once challenged Jack Johnson for the world heavyweight title.

This last story has an autobiographical basis, since I did meet Frank Moran in Mexico, and the first part of the story is almost a literal transcription of our conversation, as noted in my diary.

Several of the stories in A Giant in the House & Other Excesses have never been available to the public, including “Lyonel Unbound,” which was drafted decades ago. How important was it for you to finally release stories such as these?

Ten of the twelve stories have seen previous journal publication–over the course of the past dozen years.  “Lyonel Unbound,” published in Spectrum in 2010, is the only “trunk” story I’ve rescued from the really distant past because I could never forget its basic narrative punch. But the setting needed updating to make it contemporary.

Prior to embarking on a career in writing fiction, you wrote a literary critique of poet Ezra Pound’s writings. Did you ever think of exclusively writing literary criticisms or similar works of non-fiction?

Literary criticism, though I’ve found it enjoyable, was only a diversion necessary to establish an academic career that has paid all the bills. I’ve always written fiction, my first love, and it’s always been for love, because the money it’s earned me has been negligible. As a matter of fact, the only book that has garnered respectable bucks for me over many years through eight editions is my still-in-print college writing handbook, Guide to Rapid Revision.

Do Pound’s themes or stylistic approaches ever find their way into your works of fiction?

Allusions to his work and certain of his themes do enter, in an ironical fashion, into some of my stories–especially in my first novel, Black Flames (White Pine Press, 1997).

Compared to writing a novel, short story authors run the inevitable risk of having limited time to develop character or setting. How do you confront these challenges or are they challenges to be embraced?

They are challenges to be embraced.  In a short story or novella a few telling details are enough to establish, for the reader, a living, recognizable, believable, already fully-formed “character.” A novel provides the opportunity to show how that character is formed.

Aside from short stories, you have also written novels. Do you prefer writing one to the other?

If I devoted myself more to the novel, I’d be far more productive in terms of sheer word count and of daily or weekly output. If I’m lucky, I put in a few months planning a novel, and then for the next year, more or less, I’ve got a steady writing schedule to keep me productive. But if I devote myself to shorter fictions, as I’ve done for many years, I usually have to spend a couple of months dreaming up a worthy idea and fleshing it out before I can sit down and write. The writing itself goes reasonably fast, gets done in a couple of weeks, but my overall yearly productivity suffers.

Why, then, don’t I focus on writing novels rather than stories? I’ve had bad luck in the marketplace for two major novels still sitting in my drawer. As tough as it is even to get good shorter work published–in journals and anthologies–I’ve had much better luck with those shorter pieces. Literary journals are far more open to new and unusual writers than are the major book publishers, who are less and less inclined to take risks. When I completely run out of hope of ever seeing my novels accepted by a “big” publisher, I’ll go the small-press route. I still dream of getting a decent literary agent (I’ve had several lousy ones) whose initial enthusiasm for my work translates into a long-term marketing commitment. I’ve found that if an agent hasn’t sold you in six months your book gets shunted to the back burner, and the agent won’t be honest enough to tell you so. Nowadays finding a good agent is as hard as finding a good publisher.

For you, what better qualifies some stories as short story candidates and others for novels?

Usually, the idea for a story comes to me along with an intuitive sense of its probable length.  Once, though, I was happily mistaken. The novel Black Flames started out as an idea for a longish short story but soon demanded expansion because the extraordinary combat experiences of my protagonist, a veteran of the Spanish Civil War, demanded inclusion. The novel is loosely based on the life of a strange but real person I knew.

Are you ever tempted to transform one of your short stories into a novel?

No. Unfortunately, too many writers–as seen in the science-fiction field, for instance–pad out a short-story idea with enough fluff to balloon it into a novel–because novels are what make the real money.

Lastly, what are you currently working on?

I have just finished a “novel-in-stories,” the adventures of an inter-dimensional detective named Merkouros, stationed in our New York to catch criminal trespassers from his own parallel New York. The series of a dozen science-fiction stories (I always confine myself to a dozen, for some reason) plays with cultural contrasts between our own relatively laid-back social order and a parallel America run by a harshly conservative autocracy. My detective often finds himself torn between these differing value systems. Several of these stand-alone stories have already appeared in print, and in addition there exists a separately published paperback Merkouros novella called Brain and Breakfast (Sam’s Dot Publishing, 2011). The series legitimately constitutes a novel because the main characters develop throughout, as do the forces endangering their world. Ever since reading Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson, I’ve been fascinated by the idea of a novel-in-stories, and I didn’t know I was writing one till I got about halfway through my series.

Pearlman will read from A Giant in the House & Other Excesses at the Rochambeau branch of the Providence Public Library Jan. 23 at 7 p.m. The library is located at 708 Hope St., Providence. The reading is free and open to the public.

If you would like to purchase A Giant in the House & Other Excesses visit The Merry Blacksmith Press. For more information about Pearlman visit his website at ddpearlman.com.

‘Ghoul’ Arises Back in Print and on Film

Two-time Bram Stoker Award-winning author Brian Keene’s Ghoul has recently been released with a new edition by Deadite Press. It tells the story of Timmy Graco and his two friends who risk their lives to stop a rash of disappearances in town, happening in the town in the summer of 1984.  It’s a great novel that is hard to put down. It will make you nostalgic for the songs and toys Keene mentions that were popular during that time.

Ghoul cover (courtesy of Brian Keene's website)

The movie based on the novel premieres at the Slamdance Film Festival on Jan. 22 at 4 p.m. and Keene will be in attendance. It will also be shown at the Sundance Film Festival. The movie is directed by Greg Wilson (The Girl Next Door) and the screenplay was written by William M. Miller (Headspace).

The movie comes to the Chiller channel in April.

Find out more about Keene on his website.

A Writer Experiences Arisia

This convention write-up by NEHW member, Kendra Saunders, for the Pure Textuality wesite.

A Writer Experiences Arisia

by Kendra Saunders

Arisia in Boston has a longstanding history for being the conference where geeks, nerds and steampunk enthusiasts can party and battle snowstorms. Arisia 2012 was remarkable in many ways, but most strikingly, because the skies overhead were blue and snow-free.

Your intrepid reporter (intrepid? No, that’s a lie. A bit overtired, over-excited and over-caffeinated), left snowy and icy New Hampshire on Friday morning with about three bags full of clothes, writing supplies, books and her well-travelled Loki action figure, and hit the road for southern New Hampshire. After connecting with a considerably more famous author, Elaine Isaak (The Singer’s Crown, The Bastard Queen), the journey continued southwards.

As soon as we hit the MA border, the ice and snow disappeared and the skies turned blue and the clouds fluffy, as if we had stumbled across a lovely summer afternoon. Well, maybe not summer, as the temperature was freezing and the winds quite raw.

The convention geared up late in the afternoon as participants threw their belongings in hotel rooms and rushed to get in line for registration. The lines were a bit long and crowded, and the whole matter was disorganized, but once registration was finished, the guest was free to wander at will. A Starbucks and bar/grill stood guard on either side of the hotel’s lobby, providing caffeine or beer, depending on your mood.

Costumes on Friday night were muted compared to the rest of the weekend, but even so, you might easily find yourself sipping coffee with Robin Hood, a Jedi and three young Victorian chaps. Bowler hats and goggles popped up more frequently as dinner-time loomed, and panels about role playing, writing, corset-design and gender gave way to several spectacles on the ground floor of the hotel. A disastrous but amusing showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show held my interest for ten minutes, but I soon joined the crowds of people that flooded out of the room due to DVD malfunctions (yes, really). Wandering down the hall from the movie room, I heard pounding Goth synths and investigated only to find a dark room of dancing witches, Vikings, teenagers, middle aged steampunk guys and a few curious passersby.

It must be said that if you will ever, ever, ever feel comfortable in the knowledge that you can be dressed in PJs and have curlers in your hair, and you won’t be the weirdest thing on the dancefloor… it’s probably at Arisia. I found myself dancing (badly) to songs by Lady Gaga and Blutengel. The DJ was phenomenal.

After passing out at 2:30 a.m. and waking up around 6 a.m., getting dressed in my diesel punk outfit (20s crossed with futuristic/steampunk inspired fashions) and wandering down into the hotel lobby, I discovered rather quickly just how creative the people who attend these conventions really are. Everywhere I looked, women strolled by in Victorian garb, giant hats, skimpy lace outfits and elaborate animal costumes. The men were dressed in a variety of fashions, though many of them seemed to stick close to the steampunk aesthetic. It was gorgeous. And most of the costumes were made by the people who wore them.

Early in the day, the women of Broad Universe hosted a book reading for women writers in the organization. I was among the readers, and after a bout of nerves, I managed to deliver a chapter of my book with all of the glee and grade-A ham that any of us frustrated actor/entertainers harbors inside. Everyone laughed when they were supposed to, clapped when they were supposed to. KT Pinto gave a spirited reading that had everyone nearly in tears with laughter.

Most of Saturday was dotted with various panels for attendees, but perhaps the greatest draw was the never-ending parade of fabulous costumes in the lobby. Batman posed for pictures, Sherlock Holmes wandered the halls, the 10th and 11th Doctor made multiple appearances, a Dalek drew gasps and Tony Stark smirked while he posed for pictures with hot women. The masquerade ball was allegedly one of the best in the history of Arisia and was talked about loudly for the rest of the weekend.

KT Pinto’s book-signing that evening culminated in one enthusiastic fan kneeling in front of the author’s table for a copy of her upcoming book (shhh!) A cancelled party sent hordes of too-sober nerds back into the lobby, most of them choosing to drink and mope and converse in grumbles about their party being cancelled. A few found solace in watching the football game. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like a bunch of men in Ren-fair clothes yelling at a TV screen and cheering on their favorite football team.

Another late night rolled into a somewhat later morning than the one before it. Sunday at Arisia boasted just as many costumes, but a bit less energy as the alcohol and lack of sleep caught up to the attendees.

Broad Universe and Spencer Hill Press hosted a hugely successful book launch for the Spencer Hill Press anthology, UnCONventional. A dragon cake was consumed, fans were able to get autographs from many of the anthology’s writers and much conversation floated around the crowded room.

Arisia attendees were fed a steady diet of somewhat appropriate food offerings—dry, stale bread, butter, a few bruised fruits, assorted cheeses and crackers and endless tea, coffee and hot chocolate. The food was laid out on multiple tables and left to be picked over by the sleepy maidens, grumpy young peasant children, stiff anime characters and confused men in crumpled business suits. I couldn’t help feeling that it was fitting and, for that reason and that reason alone, clever. So yes, I mostly lived off of stale loaves of bread, warm butter and cups of black tea… just like any good waylaid steampunk girl stuck in a great valley of dragons, street vendors and magicians.

And then more than once I hit up the bar/grill in the lobby for their delicious curry. If you stay at the Westin, try the curry. It’s surprisingly addictive, with or without the suggested French fries. Don’t mix it with Guinness though. I already did that for you, so I could warn you. Awfully kind of me, yes?

JA Starr was on hand to take lovely professional photos and he generously shared some of his honey mead with me. Delicious!

By Monday, most everyone was scurrying about to hug their new friends, say goodbye to old friends, get contact information or just figure out what the heck they did with their (keys, bag, purse, child, etc). I had fallen victim to a nasty bout of vertigo, thanks to the elevators and far too little sleep, so admittedly I was rather happy to see things winding down.

All in all, I suggest Arisia highly for fans of fantasy, fans of role-playing, costumers, steampunk enthusiasts, and writers in the Northeast. It’s a great chance to meet fans, make friends, meet heroes, dress up in your old ballgown (everyone has one, right?) or just gawk at the most creative people in the world (fans, of course!) While I didn’t find the panels to be quite as interesting as I was expecting them to be, the pure spectacle of the costumes and fandoms and vendors are enough to justify attending. And the conversations! Oh, you’ll have conversations with all sorts of people.

Included are pictures of the event and some of my favorite costumes from Arisia. Enjoy!

For more about Broad Universe, a world-wide organization that supports and promotes female writers, visit www.broaduniverse.org.

For more about Spencer Hill Press or UnCONventional, visit www.spencerhillpress.com.

For more about one of the incredible vendors at the show, visit www.etsy.com/shop/EmrysFynery.

For books by Tim Lieder visit http://www.amazon.com/Dybbuk-Press/lm/R1LB59CKVHK136.

For more information on me, visit my fancy-dancy, newly updated website, www.kendralsaunders.com

Facebook Gave Me Writers’ Block

This article originally appeared on the Guardian website.

Facebook Gave Me Writers’ Block

by Tom Cox

For Tom Cox, the creative isolation of living in the country was punctured by a constant babble from social networking. So in 2012, he’s decided to go cold turkey

For Tom Cox, the creative isolation of living in the country was punctured by a constant babble from social networking. So in 2012, he's decided to go cold turkey (photo courtesy of Tom Cox)

To see in this year, I did two things I’ve been meaning to do for a long time: I challenged myself to put on as many coats as possible at the same time during a lull in a New Year’s Eve party, and I deactivated my Facebook account. The coats challenge didn’t work out quite as well as I’d hoped: I ran out of arm space when I got to six, and I’m not sure one – a pinstriped, Yardbirds-style blazer owned by my friend Pat – strictly counted. The Facebook experiment, however, has so far been a success. Ten days in, I no longer reach for the Facebook icon on my iPhone in the night as one might reach across the bed for a departed partner, and, as I approach two weeks of cold turkey, the “virtual phantom limb” feeling that kicked in around day three is dissipating.

I was far from the most active Facebook user I know, but my decision to quit came from a long cold look at just how many hours I’ve devoted to it in the last couple of years, and a strong accompanying feeling that, were I to devote the same amount over the next couple, I would want to put on some spiked gloves and repeatedly punch myself in the nose really hard. No matter how positive you feel about Facebook or Twitter and the ways in which they’ve enhanced your life, it is unlikely that anyone will ever lie on their deathbed and say, “You know what? I’m really glad I spent all that time social networking!” Additionally, I’m starting to write a new book, and attempting to feel more focussed.

It’s easy to picture a country writing retreat and imagine that its sheer remoteness naturally leads to the kind of mental peace that breeds creativity, but these days that’s not the whole story. I live in Norfolk with lots of greenery around me but in 2012 rural life doesn’t mean “isolated life”. One of the hardest things about writing for a living is being at your keyboard and feeling that everyone else is out having a party. Facebook and Twitter make that party non-stop and put it constantly in your house, in your face, in your bag, in your pocket. I can convince myself that the two of them are friends in the background, gently egging me on through my creative hermitry, but by doing so I’m being too easy on myself. I already spend far too much time going for coffees and beers with my real friends when I should be writing.

A sensible way to combat such interference would be to switch my router off for a few hours or download one of the increasing range of software packages that lock you out of Facebook and Twitter – or, like Sean French, one half of the bestselling crime writing novelist duo Nicci French — build a writing shed just out of broadband range. But I’m not sensible, and, after a bout of pre-Christmas creative block, I decided to take more extreme measures. Last week, in addition to deactivating Facebook, I drove from my own rural writing retreat to another, even more rural writing retreat, 360 miles away: an almost impossibly idyllic fire-warmed one-bedroom cottage called The Bothy, half a mile down a muddy track just north of Dartmoor, with no internet and only intermittent phone signal.

With a “new year, new start” mentality, I got down straight to business, and held my laptop up against the bedroom window in an attempt to piggyback onto the wi-fi from the main house where the owners of The Bothy live. Having failed in this mission, and fielded some text messages from friends asking why I wasn’t on Facebook any more, which soon extended into conversations I would have previously had with them on Facebook, I read a book about witches and fell asleep, hoping that the witches would get together in the night with the half-formed witches in my own book and make them more vivid.

The next morning I felt more motivated, but I was also a bit hungry, so before working I drove out to the nearest supermarket, ten miles away. This being rain-sodden rural Devon, and the roads being narrow and flooded, the journey took me the best part of 45 minutes each way, and Richard, one of the Bothy’s owners, very kindly accompanied me in his four by four for the first stretch, to make sure my ailing Toyota Yaris got through the floods.

These are the factors the author seldom accounts for when buying into the myth of “getting away from the world”: the two hours that it might take to find an interesting sandwich, the potential hour waiting on a dark roadside for the RAC. Back at the start of the last decade, when I lived in Finsbury Park, in London, traffic noise and nextdoor’s Stereophonics albums were problems, but a carless existence and plenty of nearby conveniences contributed to a simpler working life in a way I took for granted. Also, the pet cats in London were mostly cynical loners, while Bertie, one of the happy, gregarious ones living next to The Bothy, wouldn’t leave me alone, and I couldn’t quite bring myself to stop laying in front of the fire with him on my chest.

When people talk romantically about dreams of rustic artistry, nobody warns you about this stuff: just like when I moved into my house nobody warned me that a man would come to the shore of the nearby lake and shout “COME ON THEN, LET’S BE ‘AVIN YOU!” at the ducks every morning, just as I tried to write the day’s most difficult sentence.

There could probably be no better place to write than The Bothy, if you were a perfect writer, disciplined in his solitude. I, however, am an imperfect modern one, struggling with an attention span that has been torn into strips by the internet and who likes being around people a bit too much.

I managed to work there in the end, but will probably remember it less for what I achieved and more as the place where I found the discipline to almost properly start my seventh book, and finally faced up to the fact that the true distractions stopping me from doing so at home were not external, but internal: that the rabbit hole universe available to us online is far more of a distraction than any physical “bustle” could ever be and the authors really getting down to the best work aren’t the ones telling you about it on the internet.

In fact, I have an impulse to tweet that right now, but I’ll probably leave it.

Tom Cox’s latest book, Talk To The Tail, is published in paperback by Simon And Schuster this month

NEHW Members at Annual Author’s Night

Four NEHW Members to Appear at Winery’s Annual Author’s Night

by Jason Harris

The second annual Author’s Night at the Zorvino Vineyards in New Hampshire on Jan. 20 features four New England Horror Writers’ members, who will be signing their books, at the event.

The members are Tracy Carbone, Roxanne Dent, Karen Dent, John M. Mcllveen, and Scott Goudsward.

There will be copies of the first NEHW anthology, Epitaphs, which was released last October and debuted at Anthocon in November, will be available at the event. The anthology was edited by Carbone and features stories by Roxanne Dent, Mcllveen, and Goudsward.

According to the vineyards’ website, there will be over 75 New England authors at this charity event that goes from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. This event will be “partnering with five New Hampshire Schools to help bring the joy of reading to all.” This year’s participating beneficiaries are the Timberlane District Elementary Schools. Each school, Pollard School (Plaistow), Atkinson Academy, Danville Elementary, Sandown Central, and Sandown North, will be holding a raffle, where the money generated will go towards reading in the classroom, the website said.

Everyone who signs up for the event on Zorvino’s website will be entered into a chance to win a “Private Wine Tasting and Tour For Up To 20 People,” which includes a cheese and cracker platter and a tour of their facility. Just sign up online, print your ticket and bring it to the book signing to be entered.

The event is free and there will be a cash bar at the event. The winery will be open all night for complimentary wine tasting as well. The vineyard wants people to be aware to bring cash since the authors won’t have access to a credit card machine.

For a list of the authors attending the event and their websites, check out Zorvino’s website. The vineyard is located at 226 Main St. in Sandown, New Hampshire.

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David L. Tamarin’s Notes from the Darkside

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David L. Tamarin’s Notes from the Darkside

Break a Leg, My Life in Film

It was so cold that at the last moment the actor said he couldn’t do the scene. All he had to do was reach through a wall and grab a girl by the throat and pull her through the hole. Because he was a zombie, he had to be shirtless, with makeup on his arms. We were filming in the third floor basement of an abandoned gigantic train depository in Buffalo, New York, in the Winter. It was beyond freezing. One of the reasons the building was closed down was because it was filled with asbestos, which I inhaled regularly for two weeks on the set. We were restricted to the first three floors, so naturally when I wasn’t shooting I was wondering around the forbidden higher floors of the mammoth structure, where giant blocks would fall from the ceiling leaving a mushroom cloud of asbestos. I didn’t have anything to cover my mouth and filter my air, so if I get some type of asbestos poisoning at least I know I did it for art. For horror.

So I volunteered to play the Zombie Arms.  I took off my sweaters and jacket and was freezing, and when they began to apply the icy cold makeup I thought my blood was going to freeze and my fingers would fall off and shatter on the hard ground like icicles. For two miserable hours a team of make-up artists transformed my arms into hideous deformities. I’ve worked with makeup effects many times and these people were excellent. I was literally shaking and trembling from the cold, which didn’t make their jobs any easier. But this was easier than my ordeal several days prior to this, when I had played a zombie and spent 7 hours wearing just my boxers getting a full body zombie makeover, followed by an extremely long and cold shoot that lasted a full 12 hours, during which I shattered a toe, followed by two hours of makeup removal.

I was running, chasing after a scream queen, and we were in these very spooky tunnels underground that looked like they were part of a dungeon. I was barefoot, it was completely dark, and I kicked a rock. It was so cold I felt nothing, but the next morning I woke up several people in the motel screaming. The pain was massive, indescribable – and I had not even noticed on set because of the Arctic-like conditions.

On set at the filming of Prison of the Psychotic Damned (courtesy of David L. Tamarin)

When I did the zombie arms, my toe was broken, and had been three days, but I did not know it yet and the cold prevented me from feeling everything. Back at the hotel, alcohol helped. When I was ready they set up the shot in this underground sub-basement room that looked like it was an ancient execution site. It was the perfect environment for the film, which was a horror zombie gore-fest, but a terrible place to spend all of your time for two weeks. We would all hover around little gas heaters in between takes. Except me, because my makeup was highly flammable, so I could not even stand near the little heaters. Of course, no one told me I was flammable and I had spent a couple of hours by the heaters, almost putting my hands in the flames to gain some feeling back. Then the cinematographer went to light up a cigarette and someone screamed “Don’t light that! David is covered head to toe in flammable material!” I jumped back from the heater and stayed away for the rest of the shoot.

As instructed, I reached through the hole in the wall and grabbed the actress by the throat and began to pull her back.

It was at this point that I realized what a unique business this is. I didn’t want to hurt her, and wasn’t pulling hard enough, and the crew was trying to get me pumped up so they could get the shot and move on. So ten people started screaming at me. “Choke her!” “Squeeze her neck harder!” “Don’t worry about whether you’re going to hurt her you’re a zombie act like you want to fucking kill her!” I felt like I was re-living the scene in The Accused where a bunch of drunks cheered on a rapist. Everyone was screaming at me to choke this woman, choke her and yank her entire body through a hole in the wall. I can’t think of any other job where people would be screaming at me for not choking a woman hard enough, and would be critiquing my choking techniques.

It was only after the actress told me I was a wimp and to get over it so we finish and get out of this icy chamber before we started losing fingers to frostbite that I was able to give a satisfactory performance.

On set at the filming of Countess Bathoria's Graveyard Picture Show (Photo courtesy of David L. Tamarin)

Cut to six years later, in a Canadian barn. There’s this device you put cows in to get them pregnant, and my head was locked into one, my body twisted in a terribly painful position. Now the tables were turned. That same actress was now directing me in my own murder scene, and this time I was the one who was going to suffer. My head is knifed open by an evil doll, and my brains dumped into a plate, which she sips up with a straw. As with the other film, I was one of the writers and had a real emotional attachment to the film and would do what it took to let my words turn into visual mayhem and scare or repulse the audience.

The film debuted at Fantasia Film Fest, but there was one slight problem: someone called a bomb threat into the movie theatre and halfway through the film, a nervous woman came onstage and in a Canadian accent asked that we all leave the building as quickly as possible so that the police could search it for bombs. Feel free to add your own “that film really bombed” pun at this point, but trust me I’ve probably heard it. “I bet they were worried when they heard your film was a real bomb” is the one I hear the most. But luckily, it was a theatre full of devoted fans. And the vast majority waited outside in Quebec way past midnight for over an hour until they cleared the building and let us back in to finish the film. And far from being a bomb, the film kept the audience spellbound despite the bomb threat. As for why someone called in a bomb threat, that is another story for another column.

David L. Tamarin is an attorney, writer, and actor along with being a NEHW member.  This is his first column for the site.

Online Journal Publishes Author’s Flash Fiction Story

This Flash Fiction story by NEHW member, David L. Tamarin, originally appeared on the Three Minute Plastic website.

Gravity by David L. Tamarin

Does gravity always work? Surely, once in awhile, it just stops working. After all, nothing is perfect. Dr. Shingles decided to perform a test. He was sick of being considered a failure.

He held the newborn baby above his head on the roof of the hospital. It had been a rough day. Seven of his patients had died, and two nurses. When he raided the pharmacy and shot opiates he would slip (oops!) with the knife during surgery or nod off with his hands deep inside someone’s stomach. He’d wake up in blood to the sounds of the nurses screaming (and that one crazy nurse with the cross eyes and death breath giggling).

Sometimes he would doubt his medical skills, like when he would put organs back in the wrong place (like a nurse’s mouth) or, as had been happening quite frequently, he would forgot he was delivering a baby and would think he was there to perform an abortion and things got crazy.

At a lecture, he heard a scientist on acid explaining how physics is about perfection, and that gravity is a perfect and consistent force in the universe.

“Perfect and consistent,” brooded the Doctor. “No one has ever said that about me”. He was upset because he made another transplant mix-up and both the donor and the beneficiary died screaming, blood spraying everywhere. The Boss wanted to have a talk with him.

The Doctor was lost in thoughts about perfection and angels and awards for Doctor of the Year. He obsessed on memories of being called a failure, by the families and attorneys of his surgical victims, and the medical community at large.

But if there were a way for to him to see gravity fail just one little bit he would feel so much better. I’m not a perfect doctor, but even good old mighty “Mr. Perfect” gravity fucks up sometimes, he tried to reassure himself.

He tossed the baby into the concrete parking lot, waiting for gravity to dysfunction and make him feel better about the universe and his place in it.

He felt a splattering and thought to himself, I guess gravity worked that time.

An alien who was observing this from deep in space climaxed at the moment the concrete rushed up and broke open the baby.