The Holy Trinity

Today is Trinity Sunday. My holy trinity is Matt Cain, Tim Lincecum, and Jonathan Sanchez.

Go Giants!

"Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell

walked as far as Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along Merrion Square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling." (p. 246)

This chap keeps showing up along Joyce's Dublin streets. I'm not quite sure who he is, and what he's all about, but he keeps making appearances and is always referred to by his full name. And I'm not exactly sure what a "stickumbrelladustcoat" is, but I sort of like it. The entire novel is having that effect on me--I'm not sure what it's all about, but I'm having a good time. Imagine riding a tourist bus in an exotic city with a guide speaking in an incomprehensible tongue and you'll get the picture. The scenery and is fresh and interesting even if you can't make heads or tails of it.

Back in the gutter again

At least I hope.

Matt Louis, publisher and editor of Out of the Gutter magazine, has a new venture called Gutter Books. Mr. Louis hopes to expand beyond his hardcore pulp journal into publishing books, particularly crime fiction. Sounds good to me. I've published two short stories--both in Out of the Gutter--so you can understand my fondness for all things gutter (scroll down to the bottom of the blog). Matt asked me if I would help out Gutter Books by contributing to the blog on the website, and doing stuff like advance reading and perhaps some editing. How could I say no? Not only that, he says he'd like me to turn one of my short stories into a novel and submit it for publication!

Ann Landers is reputed to have said "Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don't recognize them."

I'll have to start working my ass off pretty soon.