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THE SATURDAY RUMPUS ESSAY: WA

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December 24th, 2016

wá. n. snow, snowflake (if size indicated)
Wašíču n. fat taker, white person
wašíŋ, n. lard, fat. n.n. (nickname) ex. Wašíŋ, Ray Little Weasel /Levoi’s name, given to him by his dad, the clichéd unnamed bad-teethed Indian in Thunderheart:

VAL KILMER / RAY LEVOI
He called me Wašíŋ, he said it meant ‘Good Boy.’
SHEILA TOUSEY / MAGGIE EAGLE BEAR
Hahaha.

Snow and fat are flying on the Northern Plains…

MONGRELS Review

Stephen Graham Jones‘s MONGRELS does all those things you want a book to do—comes with a cool cover, tells a great story, gives consideration to those small details of life that make life worth noticing, makes you want it to not end, makes you want to turn right back to the front cover and start all over again right then and there, and is about werewolves. Does it get better than that? Yeah. Because for young werewolves and their relations (those who are not, but would prefer to be werewolves), it gives hope in those ways that help you to remember on those days when it seems it somehow never could, it will get better.

Your immersion in the story is necessary, and Jones holds your paw and brings you right in. Every fucked up school moment, every scary on the street who is this older dude and what does he want moment, every sure I can eat this for lunch moment, every am I a part of this family moment jumps off pages which cease to exist about five minutes in and then you’re hopelessly part of the family too, wishing for some ungodly reason that you had a strawberry wine cooler and maybe lived in a disposable trailer. You wait for the next family history, the notes that you seem to already know that make the story work and are surprised to learn there might be some new ways to wolf out, ways you might have considered and now have license to know, and maybe even to try.

In the end, you’re left with some questions to accompany your continuous replay of the story in your head—“Will there be a sequel?” “How many times can I read this until it comes out?” “Who’s going to play them in the movie?” and a final thought: I wish I hadn’t read this yet, ‘cause I wish I was starting it right now.

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A Werewolf Playlist–Kickass tunes from SGJ

Not what I listened to while Mongrels-writing, but some songs that synch up well with Mongrels, I think. Which you can cue up just on Spotify, here*. Also, before I get to annotating and embedding and pulling my hair about because the versions I want aren’t available, etc, I also put together a Youtube playlist—different stuff, same vein—here* (also, no guarantees there isn’t a bit of overlap between Youtube and Spotify—I get really clicky about werewolf songs). So, take my paw, let me lead you into this full-moon night—really, a certain someone says it all better than I can: And here we go: 1. Five Man Electrical Band The natural life cycle of the American werewolf 2. Townes Van Zandt All werewolf statements start with some version of “If I had a dollar bill” 3. The Gourds Everybody goes to jail at some point. Especially werewolves. 4. Melissa Etheridge When it comes down to being sentimental or being alive, werewolves always pick being alive. 5. Mulehead Werewolf cars eat up the miles. Seven states in fourteen hours? Only if you stop at every last roadside attraction. 6. Tom Waits It’s pretty obvious Tom Waits is a werewolf. 7. Sun Kil Moon Werewolves, they know about burning the trash, and, much like this band, they never win any spelling bees either 8. The Dollyrots This particular werewolf’s name, it’s Layla 9. Dr. John Werewolves don’t want to know about evil. They just want to know about love. 10. Drive-By Truckers I know a werewolf who talks  . . . → → →

Source: A Werewolf Playlist

Motel Hell (1980) Review

One of my faves that I saw in the theater…

Rare Horror

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Some horror movies you watch for the fear factor, some for the gore. And then there are the ones you watch because they’re just so damn fun.

Motel Hell is one of those movies. This is a wildly nutty, unapologetic romp that may make you think twice before wolfing down that sausage patty.

Farmer Vincent (Rory  Calhoun) and his sister Ida (Nancy Parsons) run the Motel Hello located in a quaint little rural town. People come from miles around for the hospitality, but mainly for Vincent’s delicious home-smoked meats, which are the best meats around. But those meats are made with a special ingredient, and it ain’t just love. It comes from Farmer Vincent’s secret garden out back – and it’s what’s in the garden that makes his meat so goshdarn good. Because as Vincent himself says “It takes all kinds of critters to make Farmer Vincent’s fritters”.

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Motel Hell…

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Issue 18.1 has Launched!

Lots of wow right here.

RED INK

Issue 18.1 is now available in print! The newest issue was officially released last week at a gala and presentation by Sherman Alexie at Arizona State University in Tempe. Purchase the issue now and finish reading Alexie’s interview with Critical Essays Editor Travis Franks, alongside:

poetry by Michael Wasson, LeAnne Howe, Tacey M. Atsitty, Anna Osceola, Lois J. Red Elk-Reed, Shauna Osborn, Crisosto Apache, Trevino Brings Plenty,Sara Marie Ortiz, Daniel Becker, Karenne Wood, Velma Kee Craig, KT Omonomonee, Kyle Grant Wilson, Millissa Millie Kingbird, and Truman Peyote

fiction and drama by Jaisey Bates, Jimmy Lee Beason II,  and Natanya Ann Pulley

nonfiction by Diane Glancy, Beverly Singer,  Elizabeth Archuleta

art by Kathy Whitman-Elk Woman, Cannupa Hanska Luger, and Stephanie Allen

We’d like to offer a special thanks to our dedicated staff, and to the crew at JC…

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