Major props to Mike O’Driscoll at Ginger Nuts of Horror for his immersive and insightful review of The Skeleton Melodies. “At his best, his stories show us ordinary people trying and, more often than not, failing, to make sense of a fucked-up world,” writes O’Driscoll. “No matter how grotesque or unreal the situations in which they find themselves, nor how egregious their mistakes, these are men and women we can empathise with.”
Closing in on a year since I received the initial cover-art drafts from the inimitable Dan Sauer, along with the final galleys from Hippocampus Press. I’m pondering the process this morning, dwelling on (in an otherwise pitiful year of 2020) my mystifying stroke of luck to cross paths with artists (particularly ones who endorsed the project) saturated in various creative crafts. If time and interest allow, check out my sophomore collection of short stories, The Skeleton Melodies.