Werewolves Out in the World, Part XVI

In Colorado, it’s all about the fourteeners. Here, we’re all about the sixteener—which this is, somehow, already, after all these months. So cool, all the werewolf stuff coming my way, all the Mongrels snapshots &etc happening still. All of everything, including all the previous installments, which are going to tax my Julius Caesar numbering: 

• I
• II
• III
• IV
• V
• VI
• VII
• VIII
• IX
• X
• XI
• XII
• XIII
• XIV
• XV

And . . . let’s start with Litsy, the best book-place ever:

 

 

So cool to get a second read, so fast. Thank you, Rebeccak, whom my autocorrect really-really wants to fix.

And, check this werewolf out, hiding mongst the milling crowd, leaned forward to peer through all the spines:

 

 

And, man do I love the dog + books pics. Not something I would have ever anticipated, and now something I can’t do without:

 

 

And, look closely: this isn’t actually a photograph. Because no such animal exists:

 

 

Either the werewolf-unicorn OR a Mongrels sequel. However, I do have it all planned out, should I get the chance . . .

And, dig the #hashcloud, yeah?

 

 

And, dig the Disappearance at Devil’s Rock dude’s cool threads:

 

 

That one’s kind of a collector-one, in that now they all have the book title printed under the circle. Also? There’s eight or ten copies of Mongrels cheap-printed up (by William Morrow) WITH that cover. For kicks and grins, and blurbers.

And, is this a repost? I mean, chronologically, it’s in sequence with the rest, but I feel like I’ve seen it before . . . somewhere (I’m doing my eyes like Steven Martin’s Navin right now). Who knows. Anyway, that pic of me is from a Not for Nothing event at Boulder Bookstore, I think. Dean Wyant took the snap, as I recall. And thank you for the so0kind write-up, kickupyourheelsbookclub:

 

 

Man, that’d be such an honor to have Mongrels‘ form hijacked. Thanks, Douglas Wynne. Also, I should start pretending—starting now—that I wasn’t completely stealing from everybody else already . . .

 

 

This was a cool list to make, especially with Indra, whose The Devourers is six different kinds of fun all in one amorphous body:

 

 

And, back in maybe the very first one of these, I said airports are one of my favorite places to be? Thank you, Devin Strauch, for finding the yellow book there. Means everything. I’m pretty sure I already gave you a hardcover Demon Theory back in 08 or so, at Broadway Book Mall in Denver. What other one do you not have, but want? If I don’t have it, I’ll get it. You were the first to find Mongrels near an airplane, man, and at one of the way coolest bookstores we’ve got (somebody tell Devin about this, if he doesn’t see it?):

 

 

Yes, Minneapolis-land. Which may be redundant—I’m not sure what the “polis”-suffix means, exactly. Anyway, Louise Erdrich assured me as well that she’ll have it stocked at Birchbark Books as well.

 

 

 

And, man, who’d have ever though I’d show up talking to PEN, right? Natalie Diaz, evidently. Whom I’m lucky to get to talk to here. And we’re all lucky to get to read.

 

For @SGJ72, writers should “convince the reader that the story isn’t just on the page. It’s all around them.” https://t.co/SIXZqSm5iq

— PENamerican (@PENamerican) July 19, 2016

 

And, Paul Tremblay, finding Emma Clark’s cool-books-display at The Last Bookstore in LA:

 

 

And, okay, maybe this isn’t EXACTLY Mongrels-y. But it is, also. Mail from Randall Arnold, in a special box:

 

 

Thank you, Theresa. Means everything, twice over:

 

 

 

Thank you thank you, Jill:

 

 

And,  hey: this is an undergrad student from years ago, stumbling onto her old prof’s new book at random:

 

 

And, Joneses, we always know where the cool t-shirts are:

 

 

Couldn’t agree more. Now let’s just get everyone aligned:

 

 

Man, to be even in the background of this pack is cool. To be alongside them? An honor:

 

 

 

And? This guy—good poet, good dude, once-upon-a-time colleague—was the first person to ever run one of my short-shorts as poetry, in his 32poems magazine. Story’s “Green Pants,” I think. Honored to be in Taos with him:

 

 

 

 

Thank you—and, what a cool way to spell your name. I’ll remember that:

 

 

Man, thank you, Kevin. Y’all all read Kevin, yes? Yes? 

 

 

And, they found one of my favorite magazine covers ever (because I talk about it in the podcast):

 

 

Thank you. Also? Should I admit this, even? I don’t know Wizard & Glass. But I’m thinking I should:

 

 

And, I know this only popped into my browser because of my history, but still, pretty cool, getting ambushed by your own book:

 

 

 

Cool getting ambushed in your own inbox, too—right beside John Langan’s amazing-cool The Fisherman:

 

 

Mongrels-as-Jenga-block. I’m game. Thank you:

 

 

And, y’all know Jolyon’s art? Look him up. Amazing artist. Proud to get read by him.

 

 

And, this dog of John’s, she’s nearly exactly one of my dogs:

 

 

And how about we close this sixteenth installment with just a werewolf, via Jack Davis, via John  Boden:

 

 

Sleep well, old friend. Dream of the easy sheep, while we dream of you.