NightWhere is the November selection of the Samhain Horror Book Club!
This means until this Friday, November 16th, you can get the trade paper edition or e-book copies for 40% off.
Just visit www.samhainpublishing.com/bookclubs/
I’ve been really excited about this novel over the past few weeks, because NightWhere has gotten a string of amazing 5-star reader reviews on Amazon and Goodreads as well as from regular ‘zine and website reviewers.
Last month, Paul Goat Allen wrote an amazing review titled NightWhere is a Dark, Decadent, and Deeply Disturbing Masterpiece on the Barnes & Noble Book Club Forums.
The review opens with a great image: “I’ve likened the impact of reading certain horror novels to being sucker-punched by a brass-knuckled fist, slapped in the face, and getting kicked in the groin by a steel-toed boot – but reading John Everson’s latest release, NightWhere, was so much more… it was like being brained by a wrecking ball! The intensity – and audacity – of this narrative is just skull crushing.”
Hellnotes posted a review last week that said “John Everson has written what I already consider to be a true classic in every sense of the word. The author has invited the reader on a journey into the depths of Hell, knowing that once the last page is turned, the individual (man or woman) will never be the same again. I kid you not.”
Dreadful Tales did one of the first reviews of the book and called it “a batshit crazy, hot, wet ride into hell!”
Sizzling Hot Book Reviews said: “While it is bloody, a bit gory, very shocking, and might give you unusual dreams – NightWhere is also very gripping. I can’t seem to get a lot of scenes out of my head and that’s not just the gory ones that made me gasp. I do highly recommend NightWhere. It has opened my eyes to a new author for sure.”
Dark Haven Book Reviews gave NightWhere a glowing review despite the reviewer admitting that she generally avoids horror at all costs! She went on to say this: NightWhere is a darkly erotic, deeply disturbing and hauntingly engaging tale that took my breath away – literally – and now weeks after I’ve read it, still pops into my psyche. I almost wrote above that NightWhere was ‘a hauntingly beautiful tale’ but that wouldn’t be accurate. This tale of heightened eroticism, degradation, masochism, graphic violence and often horrific imagery is the proverbial scrape across a chalk board or the fingernail stroke down one’s spine that elicits an aching twinge and shudder; and, weirdly, leaves you wanting more. NightWhere may not be ‘hauntingly beautiful’, but it’s a hell of a good read.
Dark Arts Magazine said this a couple weeks ago: “NightWhere is a demented journey into the most vile and disturbing depths of the human soul… This is easily the best novel Everson has crafted. Having read much of his work, this was the quickest read with the most relatable characters and a plot that kept with some interesting twists leading to an ending that will leave you cursing at the pages in a good way. As you are left with an ending cursing for more, begging for more of the pain.”
Not Now… Mommy’s Reading said “NightWhere can best be summed up in two words – FREE. KEY.”
The review went on to say: “I am a hardcore horror fan. I’ve read the likes of Edward Lee and Richard Laymon and not blinked an eye. *brushing my shoulders off However, there were several times during my reading of this novel where I had to put down my Kindle and look around like, “WTFD?! (What The Front Door?!). Yeah – it was that disturbing. The thing I’d like to applaud Mr. Everson for though is where other authors in the horror genre have seemed to forget the art of the telling of a damn good story in favor of grossing the reader out – Everson takes the reader by the hand, leads them to bed, pulls the blanket under their chin and then sits back and tells a story that is so entertaining, so gripping you are instantly drawn in and kept there for the duration.”
Naturally, I’ve been blown away by the reception the book has received, and just hope in the coming weeks that readers keep finding it… and enjoying whatever crazy attraction it holds!
WHEN I FIRST turned in the manuscript for my sixth novel NightWhere last fall to Don D’Auria, my editor at Samhain Publishing, he suggested that I consider changing the title.
“NightWhere,” he said, “kind of sounds like it might be the lingerie floor at a department store!”
Or something to that effect.
Obviously, I didn’t change the title, though I recognized that he probably had a point. But considering that the novel NightWhere is about a dark and mysterious adult sex club, I figured the idea of people thinking about lingerie when reading the title wasn’t necessarily a bad thing!
And this week as I was thinking about what to do for this year’s Coffin Hop, it occurred to me… what better contest for NightWhere… than one involving Night Wear?
This is the week leading up to Halloween, and I am participating once again in The Coffin Hop Blog Tour (see details in the right hand column) where you can bounce blog to blog to blog through dozens of horror sites and enter all sorts of contests. It’s a great way to discover new writers and via digital trick-or-treat, win some cool stuff. I hope you’ll follow the Hop and enter my little challenge (and welcome, if you came to my site from the Hop!).
Since Halloween is the time of “dress up,” I thought this would be the perfect time to stage a NightWhere contest centering around “dressing up!” This one’s easy, and people had a blast when my publishing company Dark Arts Books staged a pajama party at World Horror Con a few years ago, so I figured… why not stage a virtual one. Hence, I bring you:
Hell, Geri and I even went first.
Here we are in our Night Wear. Sportin’ Jack.
Jack Skellington, that is!
So go ahead, Show Us Your Night Wear!
And when you’re done showing off… drop on over to the other Coffin Hop sites and see what other deviant contests lie in store!
If you’ve been a fan of my stories for any time, you probably know my affinity for pumpkins.
Every year for more than a decade, I’ve steered readers towards a free story of mine called “Pumpkin Head.” Call it my adult version of “The Great Pumpkin.”
Last year for Halloween, I released my 5th novel, The Pumpkin Man and you can now read “Pumpkin Head” for free on the site dedicated to that novel.
You can also read the original story that inspired The Pumpkin Man… and you can have some fun talking to the online Ouija Board we developed for the site. Check it all out here: www.thepumpkinman-horror.com . And if you play the Ouija Board – make sure you click the iPod… and the pumpkin!
Today, fellow horror author M.R. Gott and I have “traded blogs.” You can see my post for the day about Eurotrash Horror Movies at M.R.Gott’s blog, but before you do that… read on:
Why do you write Horror?
This is a typical question that most horror authors are asked. What type of person would sit around thinking of and creating horrific sequences meant to elicit fear from their reader? It is a fair question.
The allure is simple. It is not a desire to create sequences of nauseating violence, it is because without the threat of failure or risk there can be no sense of triumph. It is only in the true sense of danger that our protagonists can succeed. Victories in a horror novel are not taken for granted, in this they are more valuable.
In a Horror setting the reader or viewer knows that the protagonist or hero is not certain to survive. Sure in Die Hard the odds are against McClane, and yeah Segal faced down an army in Under Siege, but was there any doubt that they would survive?
In a Horror story anything can happen to anyone at any time, and if the protagonists are well drawn the reader will truly root for them because their triumph and even survival are not guaranteed.
From an early age I was drawn to these stories, even before I even understood the ‘horror’ label. In a long ago time, Halloween was the easiest season to seek out these stories. Horror films were on TV nearly every night. I remember setting the VCR in the living room to record these intense features I knew my parents would not want me to watch and finding time later to view them. Two that stick out vividly were IT and the original Nightmare on Elm Street. IT was a TV movie and Nightmare on Elm Street was censored for TV, but as a lad in elementary school these were intense features.
But why expose yourself to such frightening gut churning ordeals? The answer is simple, even a viewer or reader can triumph when experiencing one of these stories. If Freddy scares you, stare him down until you have overcome him. This is why Horror franchises lose their bite. By Freddy’s Dead you know what’s coming even though you have never seen it. But when re-watching the original you are remembering how it made you feel, and experiencing a frightening form of nostalgia.
As a child I was an avid reader and quickly worked through what was in the children’s section of my local library. During the month of October the Horror books would be pulled from the adult fiction racks and displayed prominently. The cover art alone on some of these books could inspire a thousand lurid dreams.
When I found a an old copy of In The Flesh by Clive Barker I immediately recognized the image, and didn’t realize I had since read another edition. I purchased the copy anyway solely for the cover art. I had read a number of King’s books as well as the bulk of Crichton’s work by the time I was 11 or 12. I sought out King’s Novel IT at my local library, because damnit the movie was a two parter and I missed the second half when I recorded the first. I knew I would never get the book out of the library and into my house while keeping my parents ignorant of my actions. (damn thing was long and the hardcover was larger than a couple of bricks) I was also very aware that my parents would (rightly) not see this as appropriate reading material or an 11 year old. The exact consequence of failing to covertly sneak/checkout the book from the Library and into my house was irrelevant. It would not have been pleasant. Rather than tragically attempt to re-enact Steve McQueen’s Great Escape, I power read the second half over the course of a few weeks. Smaller paperbacks were easier, but not immune to my parents need to act responsibly. I remember clearly my Dad taking away Interview with the Vampire and Silence of the Lambs from me before I was 13. I tried to argue Silence of the Lambs was fine, but he tricked me by asking me to describe the last scene I read. I told him Clarice had just found a rotting severed tongue in an old storage cellar. That was my mistake, he opened to my bookmark, skimmed it briefly and that book went back to the library. After reading these books later in life it was clear he made the correct paternal call. Michael Crichton hid his terror in the guise of Science Fiction, making his novels more palatable to my Dad.
Jurassic Park was one of the first truly intense novels I remember reading, and then prompting re-reading. By the time the film was released theatrically I had read the novel at least twice fully though, and the second half a few more times. I clearly remember my Dad taking me to see the film shortly after it was released. On the car ride to the theatre he tried to prepare me for what was going to be an intense film, and while we were there some kids my age left nearly in tears, somehow though I didn’t find it that scary. (Aside from the opening when the dude is dragged into the Raptor cage) The book was better, a startling lesson for an 11-year-old kid. There was a sense of accomplishment as we left the theatre together. I had faced something that was intended to frighten and my steely nerves were victorious.
Horror allows us to confront our fears in a safe environment. Halloween is a reminder of this. Ghouls greet us in the windows of stores and we all watch in anticipation as a little kid walks cautiously toward the animatronic cackling witch. They may have jumped and ran the first time, but damn it they will not let that stand. They will conquer the witch, and with it feel a sense of triumph. On the car ride home they will beam up to their parents regaling them with the tale and explaining that they are no longer scared, and their parent will face the fact that their child is growing up.
Horror and Halloween help us to confront the darkness in the world that surrounds us. It is a season when it is culturally acceptable to peer into the shadows outside our house, and within us. And as we cast a light into these dark recesses we learn. Perhaps there was nothing to fear, and we can take this lesson and grow. Perhaps there was a creature there and we now know what it is and can confront it. And perhaps what’s there will overwhelm us and tear us apart and we will never be what we used to be. But hey this is horror and as I said earlier, not everyone survives. Then again, maybe we shouldn’t have been who we were and it is in this destruction we will truly become who we are.
But what do I know, I just write scary stories,
M.R. Gott, the author of the novel WHERE THE DEAD FEAR TO TREAD which was called ” frantic, horrific, brutal, and without doubt the darkest thing I have read in years. Maybe in my life, by She Never Slept and “one of the most disturbing and atmospheric things I’ve read in a long while,” by Dana Fredsti author of Plague Town. Aside from writing, M.R. enjoys strong coffee, dark beer, red wine, and fading light.
It was quite the “flashback” weekend at the Everson abode!
On Friday, my friend Brad came over and I introduced him to the ’70s visual genius of French director Jean Rollin with one of my favorite films of his, Living Dead Girl, which has just come out on Blu-Ray thanks to Kino-Lorber. The remastered edition is astonishingly crisp, and made for a great popcorn movie.
The next night, I took Geri out to relive our youth at a Psychedelic Furs concert. Singer Richard Butler is seemingly as agile as ever, but still looking his age these days, behind a big ‘ol set of glasses. And while he once performed all of these dramatic twirls and prayer motions and other stage moves with an austere seriousness, these days he seems to be laughing at his pretentious younger self as he moves through the expected choreography with a constant, big grin.
It was a great show, featuring most of the Furs classics: “Pretty In Pink,” “Love My Way,” “President Gas,” “Heartbreak Beat,” “Heaven,” “Ghost In You,” along with fan faves like “India” and a cover of Love Spit Love’s “Believe.” We ended up scoring phenomenal seats — we sat in the second row balcony, but the theater bouncer staff threw their coats across the row in front of us, so we effectively were “front” row the whole show, since they never sat down. (click photos for larger versions)
After the show, since Shaun was staying over at his aunt’s, we got to hang out downtown in Chicago for a couple hours — we walked down to Matilda’s and then Sheffield’s Bar, where we had some awesome fries and barbecue brisket sliders (and beer!) And we watched the Yankees choke to Detroit’s aggression (always a good time!)
Finally, on Sunday, since all of us were a bit worn out, Shaun and I camped out on the basement couch and watched the new Blu-Ray remastered edition of The Creature From the Black Lagoon. It’s actually the first time I’ve seen the whole movie, and it was the first thing we pulled from my new box set that includes all of the classic Universal Monster Movies (Frankenstein, Dracula, The Mummy…). I ordered my region free Blu Ray set from AmazonUK, since it was half price compared to the U.S. version AND comes in a cool coffin box (click for the full size picture):
Overall… an awesome weekend – family, friends, and some visits with the best of days gone by.
Tonight is the official release party for my sixth novel, NightWhere.
Huge thanks to everyone who has helped spread the word about the book’s release this week on Facebook and Twitter. And I hope some of you will be able to come down to Horrorbles horror and sci fi memorabilia store tonight in Berwyn, IL and help me celebrate the release in person!
Starting at 7 p.m., I’ll be hosting the release party at Horrorbles and while we’re there, I’ll be doing a reading, chatting, signing some books, and enticing anyone who shows up to hang around for awhile with a cooler of free beer (I picked up some Newcastle Werewolf especially for the occasion!).
So if you are near Chicagoland, drop by tonight and celebrate the release of the novel with me in the store’s “Galerie des Terrors.”
NightWhere is a Group Read on GoodReads.com
If you have questions about the book, or just want to talk about it with other fans and can’t come out tonight, stop by the Horror Aficionados group on the GoodReads.com site. They began reading and discussing NightWhere as one of their October Group Reads this week. Just log into GoodReads, join the group if you’re not a member already, and say hi! Here’s the link to the discussion thread:
The “official” Chicago launch party for NightWhere‘s release is happening this Saturday, October 6th in the “Galerie des Terrors” — the downstairs of Berwyn, IL’s Horrorbles horror memorabilia store.
I’ll be there from 7-10 p.m. reading excerpts from the book, passing out beer (free ’til my cooler’s empty!), talking to horror fans and signing copies of books. Hopefully my own.
Come on out and celebrate horror with beer, books and a reading or two from the novel that has been called “A batshit crazy, hot, wet, ride into hell!”
I returned to the Horrorfind Weekend Convention in Gettysburg, PA after eight years. A lot of water has rushed under the horror bridge since the last time I was there.
But it was also a new beginning… most of the reason I went was because my new publisher, Samhain Horror, was a sponsor. A preview of the print edition of NightWhere debuted there and I spent most of the weekend at the Samhain table near the con registration desk catching up with my longtime editor, Don D’Auria (who knew he was as big a Jean Rollin fan as me?) — and meeting all of my new labelmates. There were eight Samhain authors in all at the convention, as well as Samhain’s Marketing Maven, Dawn Martin, and digital production man, Jacob Hammer. I have to applaud the positioning of the Samhain table — right across from the convention hallway bar. Who could ask for more?
I had briefly met a couple of them before, and have crossed paths with most of the rest on email once or twice, but this was the first time I really got to talk to Brian Moreland, David Bernstein, Hunter Shea, Damien Walters Grintalis, Ronald Malfi, Mick Ridgewell, and Russell James. They’re an amazing group, and I think the weekend really brought us together and formed some strong friendships for the future.
I rented a car at the Harrisburg, PA Airport to get to the convention hotel in Gettysburg (which is a good 40 miles away!) and since I hit town a little early, I took the opportunity to have a quiet pre-con lunch and write for an hour at the Appalacian Brewing Company (that’s ABC to me). They had a great Trail Blaze Brown Ale (just enough hops to start thinking IBA) and so I ended up adding another pint glass to my growing collection of brewery glasses!
After a couple pints and a thousand words on the laptop, I realized I couldn’t procrastinate any longer, so I drove across town and joined the party. I met most of the Samhain crew as soon as I walked in, and over the next 24 hours caught up with my old Leisure Books/Delirium Books labelmate Michael Laimo, talked a bit with Tom Monteleone, Mark Sieber (Horror Drive-In) and finally (after years!) met Nick Cato and Colleen Wanglund (Horror Fiction Review), Athena Schaffer (Crowgrrl.com), and my Leisure Books copyeditor, Dave Thomas. And I got to hang out with my friends Jerry and Don from Synapse Films.
Friday night was really a night of introductions and people arriving (and, of course, the appropriately termed Scaryoke – scary in a “please God, no more” kind of sense, not in a bloodcurdling fear one).
Saturday (The Big Day)
Saturday is the big day of Horrorfind — 10 hours of shopping for cool horror stuff and meeting celebrities like Doug Bradley (Hellraiser), Ray Wise (the guy’s been in EVERYTHING), Malcolm McDowell, and Patty Mullen (Frankenhooker)… and then many more hours of drinking and talking.
Brian Moreland and I started our Saturday morning with our live fiction reading hour (strangely enough, author readings were the ONLY programming this con offered!), and Hunter Shea (see picture) joined us to present a multimedia extra – an episode of his internet show Monster Men. For my segment, I read the intro to NightWhere and then pulled out an old story that few have ever seen or heard, since it has only appeared in the limited Dead Inn anthology from Delirium nearly a decade ago — “Sacrificing Virgins.” People cringed and smiled in equal measures, so I think it went over well!
During the rest of the day, I bounced back and forth from signing books in the Celebrity Room to the Samhain table, and that night, our intrepid Marketing guru Dawn Martin, as well as our esteemed editor Don D’Auria took the whole Samhain crew out to dinner at an Irish pub in downtown Gettysburg. It was amusing to see how “tourist” oriented the downtown area was (who knew there could be like, five ghost tours in a five-block area?)
Nevertheless, we had a great time at dinner (I can’t believe Jacob ate that WHOLE steak) and returned to find the lobby and driveway packed with drinking, jabbering horror fans. We joined them for several hours… And as I went back to my room at 2:30 a.m. (after getting to sit in the driver’s seat of a hearse!), I found that someone had considerately placed a comfy chair in the elevator.
Sunday (Last Minute Buys and Packing It In)
On Sunday morning, I somehow ended up as the first person “alive” at the Samhain table, and I did a quick video interview with Count Gore De Vol before I finally did some shopping at the Synapse Films table and then packed up for home.
Before I left (actually as I was packing up at the table), Celebrity Guest Ray Wise stopped by the Samhain table, and Damien and I signed copies of our books for him. He seemed like a great guy; I wonder what he’ll think of NightWhere?
These things always end way too soon. After Ray left, I shoved the last things in my suitcase and headed to the rental car.
I did end it all the way I began though – sampling regional beer. Once I had ditched the car at the Harrisburg Airport (ya gotta love an airport where you can walk through all three terminals in about 5 minutes!) I had time for a late lunch/early dinner of crabcakes and hushpuppies and discovered another exceedingly drinkable area beer — Clipper City’s Phillips Amber Ale.
Here are some pictures from the rest of the weekend:
Special thanks to David Bernstein, Sandy Shelonchik, Brian Moreland and Dawn Martin for some of these photos!