Stuff I Like: A Blog

Monday, July 6, 2026

Non-Black Gate Writing

While the vast majority of pieces I've written over the past thirteen years have been for Black Gate, a few other places asked me to write for free, or, in the case of Tales from the Magician's Skull, paid me, to write essays and reviews.

The first I can recall, was for Mario Lebel's Shared Universe Reviews site. I can't remember where we encountered each other online, but we'd had a few conversations and he asked if I'd like to write something for the Halloween season. I said yes, and landed on rereading T.E.D. Klein's terrifying version of the NYC blackout of 1977. I first read it in Dark Forces, Kirby McCauley's horror take on Harlan Ellison's Dangerous Visions. It mixes urban decay, racial fear, aging, and Lovecraftian nightmares into one hell of a story. Klein, with the publication of his novel, The Ceremonies (1984) and the collection Dark Gods (1985), should have become a major horror writer. Unfortunately, writer's block derailed things, and he only published one or two more stories and a few reviews and essays.

Horror Week 2016: “Children of the Kingdom” by T.E.D. Klein

Deuce Richardson, following my Black Gate article about Lloyd Alexander's The Book of Three, asked if I would write a piece about Alexander. I promptly replied "Yes." Below is the result.

Lloyd Alexander 1/30/24-5/17/07: High Bard of Prydain

When Tales from the Magician's Skull under Howard Andrew Jones' remains one of the greatest achievements of the recent S&S renaissance. There was no question that the stories it carried were actually S&S, unlike so many collections. The cover and interior art was unabashedly pulpy. Goodman Games' ownership meant there were stats and maps at the back for the monsters and locales in the stories, something I absolutely loved. I don't know what happened behind the scenes, but the magazine was sold off to another company and the site stopped publishing reviews. Since then, there's only been one further issue.

Howard's friend and fellow author, Bill Ward, was in charge of the magazine's website and asked me to write monthly reviews. Even before he told me I'd make $30 a pop, I said yes. Some months I picked what I wanted, other months, Bill or Goodman Games had a theme or author they wanted featured. I have no idea if anyone ever read the pieces and the whole site seemed buried away on the larger Goodman Games sites, which is a shame, because some of them were pretty good.

Writing these pieces was very different than anything else I've done. Except in the beginning, John O'Neill's been a hands off editor. As the luminous Mrs. V, on the other hand could be a ferocious butcher of terrible syntax and brainless paragraphs.

Bill, on the other, served as an editor for me as well as the site. It meant he gave me direction, and, while he didn't ever do anything drastic to my work, did, well, edit it. That's something I can always use.

The thing was, the only feedback I ever got was from Bill. Now, Bill, is a good writer and a highly knowledgeable in the field, and I appreciated good comments and insights from him. Unlike Black Gate, the Goodman Games site had no comments. This meant I had no idea how anyone reacted to them, let alone if anyone even read them. I've really come to appreciate and look forward to the comments on Black Gate. Oh, well. Here are the twenty articles, mostly reviews, written over two years, from June 2021 to June 2023

Note: The Black Gate article about REH's "Pigeons form Hell" was repurposed from one originally written for this site. Goodman Games had gotten some heat for racists things said by someone at a company they dealt with. It meant anything with any sort of racial component was not going to go live on the site. Fair enough, and it meant I didn't have to write something for Black Gate.

Saturday, July 4, 2026

BLACK GATE WRITINGS - THE RETURN 2019 THRU TODAY

A Slight Return

I got pulled back into writing a little bit for a pair of posts in 2019, both on behalf of the late Howard Andrew Jones' Ring-Sword Trilogy. I reviewed the first book, For the Killing of Kings and interviewed his son, Darian, about an animated trailer he made for the second book, Upon the Flight of the Queen. I didn't know Howard really well, though we wrote a joint piece at Black Gate about Rafael Sabatini's Captain Blood series. I collaborated on one or two story discussions with him and Bill Ward on Howard's site, which, sadly, seems to no longer be live. We corresponded a bit, and he hooked me up with writing reviews for the Tales from the Magican's Skull website, edited by Bill. I don't have the same sort of stories about him as many do, but I liked him and was blown away by his the depth and breadth of his knowledge of historical adventure, swords & sorcery, and crime fiction. His like is rarely seen and he's much missed.

For the Killing of Kings by Howard Andrew Jones

Upon the Flight of the Queen by Howard Andrew Jones: a Trailer

When I stepped back from reviewing at Black Gate (almost two years ago — holy shlamoley!) I knew there could always be something to lure me back. Clearly, John O’Neill knew what that something was when he saw it. He e-mailed me a copy of Barbarians at the Gates of Hollywood, I scanned it and immediately knew I had to read it. It opens with a solid history of sword & sorcery and closes with a brief explanation of why the film genre died. The heart of the book are synopses of dozens, if not all, of swords and sorcery movies of the eighties. If you’ve ever had any interest in movies like Thor the Conqueror or how Richard Corman came to produce such fare as Deathstalker II: Duel of the Titans in Argentina, this is the book for you.

Yeah, John pulled me back in. He must have known I'd have such a blast writing about terrible barbarian movies, I'd want to keep writing. And I did, just not as often as before.

Barbarians at the Gates of Hollywood by P. J. Thorndyke

A New Era

So, I came back to Black Gate on the cusp of 2020 & 2021. My goal was to write only once a month and focus on older fantasies that I'd either never read or only so long ago my memory of them was fading. So far, I've pretty much stuck to that. There've been one or two special reviews, but for the most part I've stuck to my original plan.

And I'm mostly happy with how it's turned out. I've done a few special things, including getting a Shakespeare play in most summers, along with works of mythology. The one bad thing is, even though I have a whole month to read and write, I tend to do it at the last minute. Even worse, I've dispensed with the services of my editor, that is, my wife, the luminous Mrs. V. She needs some sort of organization if she's going to spend the effort needed to edit my writing. It's meant I've had to be a better self-editor, but it doesn't compare. On Facebook, I said I never won arguments with her, but she reminded me I did, but she made me defend my choices, something that definitely paid off.

Monday, June 29, 2026

BLACK GATE WRITINGS - THE WEEKLY POSTS 2013-2018

Wednesday, June 3, 2026

John Bellairs and Edward Gorey

I don't know if I read The House With a Clock in Its Walls or saw the Vincent Price-hosted tv show based on it first. Either way, I read the book when I was twelve or thirteen and thoroughly enjoyed it. Many years later, in my thirties, I think, I reread it along with its sequel and several of Bellairs' other juvenile supernatural adventure books. I also read his adult fantasy novel, The Face in the Frost, but I'll write about that some other time.

Bellairs wrote three series, all similar, all setting a boy against mysteries and supernatural dangers - mostly. The Johnny Dixon and Lewis Barnavelt books all feature spooky shenanigans. The Anthony Monday books start with a straight, mundane mystery but the following three books introduce ghosts and whatnot. I imagine it was a case of Bellairs and his publisher understanding what his audience wanted.

Having just finished the first book in each series, I'm looking forward to reading more. House holds up, but the other two are even better. The Anthony Monday book, The Treasure of Alpheus Winterborn is more sharply written than House and the Johnny Dixon book, The Curse of the Blue Figurine, is even better. The end is a bit rushed, but for a young adult book written for actual young adults, there's some depth to the characters and some very good atmospheric bits. Even when written in the seventies, they were period pieces, looking back to Bellairs' own Catholic childhood in the late forties and early fifties and Curse recreates that quite well.

Something I only recognized when I read the books in my thirties was that many of the covers and some interior illustrations were done by Edward Gorey. I knew him from his animated credits for PBS's Mystery anthology series, his War of the Worlds illustrations, and I had heard about his sets for the Broadway production of Dracula starring Frank Langella.

Apparently, Gorey and Bellairs never communicated. Gorey took on the illustrating as work-for-hire, would read the book, and then send his art to the publishers and Bellairs would review for any technical discrepancies. According to one article, the art for House came in late enough, the publisher told Bellairs he'd have to change his text as they were running to close to deadline to get Gorey to redo anything.

In an article by Matt Domino, he recounts how Gorey was more-or-less dismissive of his Bellairs illustrations and had them removed from his archives:

In fact, according to Brown, later in his life, Gorey wanted to disown his cover illustrations for Bellairs. “He called me up one day and said, ‘Let’s get all of the Bellairs work out of the archives.’ He just didn’t think it represented him and what he was trying to do. He saw it as his grunt work.”

Be that as it may, the illustrations, like most of Gorey's work are wonderful and evocative of the weird and spooky.

If you aren't familiar with Gorey's work, I recommend you find any one of his books or collections. His work is finely detailed and black & white, usually set in some sort of Edwardian or post-WWI setting, featuring strange characters and often disturbing rhymes. It's also wickedly funny.

Below are his illustrations for The House With a Clock in Its Walls. Not only are they wonderful, they're also so specific. He clearly had a good reader's instinct for the perfect moments in the story to illuminate.

Friday, May 23, 2025

Visualizing The Hobbit

Rankin and Bass' The Hobbit characters

The Hobbit is a children's book, written as one and presented as one. Part of why it holds up so well on so many rereadings for me as an adult is because it's charming. There's a delightful playfulness to most of the encounters. The trolls are Cockney yobs. The Great Goblin isn't terrifying, but imperiously ridiculous. Bilbo starts as wonderfully, ridiculously proper middle-class character, thrust, only mostly against his will, into a wilder and woolier world reacts in just the way most of us would in similar circumstances.

After I rewatched Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings movies, I set myself an even more onerous task: I watched all three installments of his version of The Hobbit. It is, in every scene and in every way, an utterly charmless movie. The slightly bumbling coal-mining dwarves of Tolkien's book with their colorful cloaks and hoods have been replaced with terrible looking characters who seem to have raided a Klingon arms locker for their weapons.

You can read the book in an afternoon. The theatrical versions of the movies are almost eight hours long. The extended versions - the ones I suffered through - add another two hours of terrible, made up elements. Every exciting moment in the books is turned into a bloated and very bad roller coaster ride. Everything is BIGGER and LOUDER and TERRIBLE. He took a short children's story and turned into a obnoxious video game that feels like it'll never had the decency to end.

My favorite film depiction of Tolkien's world is in the Rankin & Bass The Hobbit (1977). Directed by Rankin and Bass (creators of all those wonderful stop-motion Christmas specials), it was animated by Topcraft, a studio in Japan. Topcraft would go on to produce Hayao Miyazaki's first movie, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind. When it folded, Miyazaki picked up some of its pieces to create Studio Ghibli.

The character designs were by Lester Abrams who had illustrated a chapter of the book, Riddles in the Dark, for Children's Digest (something I'd come across, probably in my dentist's office). Arthur Rankin had seen them and liked them well-enough to have Abrams do all the other initial character designs as well.

Yes, the elves, especially the wood elves, look awful, but they are strange and unworldly the way elves probably should be. All the other characters, though, I think are perfect. Bilbo is stout and slightly ridiculous, while the dwarves range from the the comical Ori and Nori to the wise-looking Balin and the imposing Thorin. The trolls and goblins are both gruesome and comical looking. Smaug, voiced by Richard Boone is far more regal and monstrous than Jackson's CGI creation.

John Houston as Gandalf is fantastic, as is Orson Bean as Bilbo, and, especially, Brother Theodore as Gollum (even though he looks more like a frog than a hobbit, it's still how I tend to imagine Gollum looking). I actually like Martin Freeman in the Jackson atrocities, but he's squandered among a host of mostly undistinguished performances and characters that lack much semblance to Tolkien's creations.

Something I really like about the animated Hobbit is the design of Laketown and the humans. Instead of a generic medieval town, it looks like something from the early dark ages in Northern Europe. The same goes for the look of the town's citizens. It's defenders are simple militia men withouth armor and it's a small town, not the sprawling, corrupt metropolis of Jackson's imagining.

As an adaptation of The Hobbit, the Rankin & Bass version is moderately successful. It doesn't eliminate too much, though it does condense what remains. Still, it's far truer in tone and spirit to Tolkien's book than anything Jackson put on the screen.

Thursday, May 8, 2025

The Sword of Shannara, again

I've written before about Terry Brooks' (or is it really Lester and Judy del Rey's?) The Sword of Shannara, largely a carbon copy of The Lord of the Rings. When I last read it a decade ago, I wrote I'd probably never read it again:

I don’t hate The Sword of Shannara, but I doubt I will read it again. It does suffer in comparison to The Lord of the Rings. As I’ve aged my readings of Tolkien have become deeper and his themes more resonant while Brooks’ first book seems shallower and less successful than it did when I was eleven. The golden cloak of nostalgia — for my youth, for the excitement of reading a big book so quickly, for all sorts of things I associate with Sword — is fading. I fear if I read it again it will vanish entirely, and I think that might be a very sad thing.

The thing, now, is, I might actually read it again as part of my series of articles about Prof. Tolkien's writing. Brooks' novel is inextricably tied to LotR, as is my old affection for it. Since the glow fade from Sword for me, I don't think I've ever read it in close conjunction with LotR and I'm curious to examine them side by side.

Now, I don't think my somewhat still warm feelings for Sword will fade after a reread. Those feelings were real, and I can never be less than grateful for the world of fantasy reading that it was instrumental in opening. The Lord of the Rings was and will always remain its own thing for me. It stands alone. Sword is part and parcel of the stacks of books I read in its wake, but it is and will always remain the first one.

I don't get the feeling Sword is anywhere near as popular as it once was. With the death of the Tolkien clones in favor of the GRRM clones, readers' tastes seemed to have shifted from the too-noble heroes to the too-amoral anti-heroes. Brooks has sold 25 million books over about fifty years, whild GRRM has sold over 90 million. That all makes me a little depressed. At least the Tolkien clones, even if poorly, stressed things like honor and courage.

I probably won't read it until the end of the summer, though, I will advise anyone to never rely on me saying when I'll read what.

PS: Aside from those of Glen Cook and Terry Pratchett, I don't think I've read more installments in a series than those of Shannara. I've definitely read the first trilogy, the four Heritage of Shannara books, and, I think, First King of Shannara. That's eight, big books.

There's a flatness to Brooks' writing - I said previously that Sword settled for talking when it should've been singing - and his characters never stray far from the standard fantasy/adventure stories tropes, but there's a compelling drive to his narratives that dragged me on to the next book. I actually planned to finish the series (I really wanted to get to the later books that bridge the gap between the demon-cause nuclear holocaust and the world of Sword). At this point, I doubt I will, but I might just skip nine (9!) books, and pick up some of those later ones.

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Gandalf and the Witch King

Gandalf and the Witch King from Rankin and Bass' The Return of the King (1980)

Something I brought up writing about The Return of the King - the confronatation between Gandalf and the Witch King. It's one of the most striking moments in the book and Peter Jackson left it out of the movie. He sort of included it in the extended cut, but it's moved about and weak. I've castigated Jackson for always dropping nuance in favor of action. I can at least appreciate that for someone making a visual work of art. But, man, he's handed an utterly staggering scene and he doesn't do it. I remember sitting in the theater, waiting for the scene, and BAM, nothing! Sheesh.

In rode the Lord of the Nazgul. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazguˆl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dınen.
‘You cannot enter here,’ said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. ‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!’
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
‘Old fool!’ he said. ‘Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.

Gandalf and the Witch King (and Grond in the background)

by Ted Nasmith