Stephen Graham Jones

Hey, looks like I’m not the first to use “Night of the Mannequins” as a title. Really dig the song, the story:

Did a search yesterday for something I’d maybe said in an interview. Don’t remember my search turns, but I found a lot of stuff I don’t know for sure if it’s archived/linked here or not. So, on the chance it’s not—all stuff I’m in:

• “Five Native American Authors You Must Read“
• “Six Metafictional Horror Books That Dissect the Genre“
• “Twenty Essential American Indian Novels“
• “Native Amer

Way-cool, superkind review/write-up of Mongrels:

Got a cool audio thing with Nightfire’s audio anthology, out momentarily:

My story’s, of course, slasherific:

One of the all-time good times, for me: talking to really smart, with-it people about a werewolf movie? Or, about if it is even IS a werewolf movie? Couldn’t have been better. Like the song says, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world:

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After some particularly poor planning left me eating a random protein bar for breakfast and about twelve almonds for lunch, I immediately, upon checking into my hotel, ranged out and lucked onto . . . I think it was Hill Country Chicken? Which is my kind of place: pump your own ketchup, Doobie Brothers on the speakers, fried chicken in a bag. After which:

Then the next morning, after breakfast with my agent BJ Robbins (cool place, great agent), after having my badge sneaked aroun…