The official launch party for THE LOVING DEAD is at Borderlands Books in San Francisco, June 20, 5-7 p.m. The event is free and open to the public. See the Borderlands website for more information.
And I’ll be at Readercon; reading/signing details TBA.
I’ll also be at the sold-out San Diego Comic-Con, and am thrilled to be on a panel with Seth Grahame-Smith, Walter Greatshell, Mira Grant, Jeffrey Brown, Jonathan Maberry, Ryan Mecum, John Skipp, and Max Brooks. Look for “The Rise of Zombie Fiction” on Saturday, July 24, 11:00 – 12:00, in Room 7AB (room and time are subject to change).
A box of my book showed up! There was much noise and celebration!
“Spot varnish” is now my favorite phrase. That’s the printing process that resulted in the lovely glossy blood splatter.
The publication date is technically July 1st; you should see copies at chain and independent stores sometime between now and then.
If you’d like to order a signed, personalized copy, you can contact Borderlands Books in San Francisco.
I seem to be having problems with food lately. First, metal in my pasta sauce, and now the face of Richard Nixon, or some other screaming demon, in my pretzel bag.
So I found a metal spring in the lasagna I’d made. The only way it could have gotten there was via the pasta sauce.
I called the phone number on the side of the jar: you know where it says on the label that they want your feedback? The guy who answers the phone, after I’ve managed to communicate that I found metal in my food, he asks: “Was anyone hurt?”
“Only my trust in your products,” I say.
The irony doesn’t really register. He asks for my address, so that he can send me an envelope, postpaid, for me to send in the offending metal. “And we’ll send you some reimbursement,” he adds.
I picture a check, and wonder how much it’d be. It’s unlikely, given that they clearly have a prepared response for when people find non-food objects in their food.
Sure enough, the envelope arrives, with a letter saying: “We are genuinely concerned when a consumer reports finding anything unexpected in one of our products.” Also four $3 coupons for more sauce.
I understand that there are a lot of moving parts in the system that allows for me to have food. And that despite people’s best efforts, things happen. Sooner or later, you encounter this firsthand, and if it wasn’t this company, it’d be another.
But coupons? Really?
This is actually a very smart idea, locking up your shopping cart so that nobody can steal it.
I’ve been doing research for a new project, and am fascinated by the very different ways in which Americans perceive and handle deafness. There are lots of culturally and linguistically self-identified Deaf people who were raised with American Sign Language and understand themselves to be members of a minority group with a cultural depth and heritage just as valid as any other group (including the capital-D Deaf — the same way you’d capitalize African American). This Youtube vlog, by the CODA (Child of Deaf Adults) Brothers, uses ASL and voice to illustrate the ASL-centric point of view — watch out for the ironically loud screaming in the intro:
On the other end of the spectrum, there are lots of hearing parents of deaf infants and children who opt for cochlear implants (surgery which requires drilling into the skull and inserting an electrode into the ear) and oral training, in order to teach their children to hear and speak:
Everyone should have the right to language and culture: the question that hearing parents of a child with hearing loss have to answer is what kind of language and culture. What’s possible, what’s feasible, and what’s best for all concerned? I don’t have an easy answer.
In the past week or so:
BoingBoing did a writeup on my novel’s online serialization, along with my friend and Locus coworker Tim Pratt’s novel serialization.
And Gizmodo reprinted the entire Lost article. Not bad for a paper I originally presented — in 2006 — to an audience of maybe twenty at the International Conference on the Fantastic. Probably at 8:30 in the morning.
The article came about because I have this habit of geeking out over some aspect of culture (pulp science fiction magazines of the 1950s, an idea that the critic Gary Wolfe and I had about transcendence in horror, an analysis of techniques in “slipstream” fiction that Wolfe and I did) and writing a paper, presenting it at one of the conferences/conventions I attend, and publishing it in one journal or another. Because how do I know what I think until I read what I wrote?
OK, so I know that Pastor Lewis was probably not talking about the apocalypse brought about by horny zombies. But still, it’s nice to know that other people are thinking about this deeply, uh, pressing issue:
Art by David Palumbo. Design by Claudia Noble.
From Cake Wrecks, a blog of beautifully and hilariously woeful cakes, photos of the many (yes, many) ways to misspell “Happy Birthday” – This one’s my favorite:
“Sometimes you can tell just by looking at a cake the exact moment when the decorator got distracted and had to take a break.”
Does that say, “Happy Bipthday Ashlev” to you, too?
Amelia Beamer lives in Marin County, California. Her debut novel The Loving Dead (Night Shade Books) was called one of the top ten zombie novels of the past decade by Barnes and Noble, and is available at Google, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, IndieBound, and Amazon.
Her writing has been featured in venues including Gizmodo, Whatever, BoingBoing, Foundation: The International Review of Science Fiction, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, Locus Magazine, The Magazine of Bizarro Fiction, Uncanny Magazine, The New York Review of Science Fiction, Women on War: A Zombies vs Robots Anthology, Interfictions 2: An Anthology of Interstitial Writing, Understanding Reiki, and Healing for People. She works as an independent book editor, helping writers establish or grow their careers in popular fiction, at Beaming Enterprises, and is a former editor at Locus Magazine.
If Chuck Palahniuk and Christopher Moore had a zombie love child, it would look like THE LOVING DEAD.
Read the first four chapters of THE LOVING DEAD, or click on the cover for more info.