Laird Barron
Laird Barron
Laird Samuel Barronis an American author and poet, much of whose work falls within the horror, noir, and dark fantasy genres. He has also been the Managing Editor of the online literary magazine Melic Review. He lives in Upstate New York...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
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THE TESTAMENT OF TALL EAGLE is myth-making of epic scope.
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Pulver's skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird.
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I used to write as an escape. There's no escape. There's just me sending my voice into the dark, waiting for an echo.
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A Pretty Mouth is a fine and stylish collection that pays homage to the tradition of the weird while blazing its own sinister mark. Tanzer's debut is as sharp and polished as any I've seen.
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Skullcrack City messes with your mind the way William Burroughs or a bellyful of hallucinogens will do. I'm a longtime fan of Johnson. A master of derangement, he's been bringing it for years. This time, though, it's different. He's burst into the clear and is taking seven-league strides across the literary landscape.
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Enlightenment is its own reward, its own punishment. You begin to see so much more. And so much more sees you.
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Curiosity did not kill the cat all by itself.
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Mom and Dad were bibliophiles. Dad shared his father's love of westerns, Mom favored the likes of Zelazny and Heinlein, Howard and Burroughs. We owned several hundred books stored in trunks that comprised our portable library.
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Mom was all about hellfire and brimstone. Her Old Testament God was a colossal, ancient brute, a maelstrom of blood and fire, of appetite and wrath.
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My paternal grandfather was a failed novelist. He stacked boxes of rejected manuscripts in a closet.
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During my adolescence, our family dwelt in rural Alaska. We were dirt poor, Depression-era poor. Tarpaper shack and kerosene lamps. In those days I read because that's all I had. I wrote because that's all I had.