John Farris was - is - one of my writing heroes. From his early 'Steve Brackeen' pulps (which I managed to track down at San Francisco's incomparable Kayo Bookstore), to the magnificence of such titles as The Fury and Wildwood, he's a key figure in the creation of modern everyday-world horror.
Joe agreed that the thought of having a shot the three of us together was so cool. Only problem was, John wasn't there with us.
So we improvised. And you know what? I don't think anyone ever noticed.
2 comments:
I would've been fooled had you not tipped your hand.
Shoulda kept my mouth shut
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