The October 2013 issue. The Halloween season has always been good to Schlock, and this year we usher in our post-summer comeback in its wake. As per tradition, it’s an annual celebration whose trappings we indulge in eagerly and readily as ever, and this year we’re lucky enough to be able to do it with
Year: 2013
One of the most decorated authors of contemporary fantasy fiction, Jeffrey Ford – whose latest anthology, Crackpot Palace, collects some his most memorable short stories – tells Schlock how it all started “around 125 stories ago”, the one theme that drives his writing and the one reason why anyone should write in the first place. How
On his fifth trial day of Represenex 13 – an experimental drug in the shape of a squishy pink bowtie-shaped pill which smelled remarkably like peppermint, Fin answered the door to welcome his holiness the Dalai Lama inside the apartment: his third & final unexpected visitor of the evening, he hoped. “May I please be
I am writing this in an aluminium tube many miles above the ground that’s taking me all the way to Amsterdam. For work, not pleasure, natch. But anyway. Enjoy this reawakening of Schlock from the slumber that was hiatus – not that there’s any difference between hiatus and regular working hours at Schlock HQ, mind.
Schlock goes to Hollywood as we chat to David Rodriguez, writer-director of the post-9/11 thriller American Bully (aka Anytown) – now hitting the festival circuit with a ‘post-mafia’ movie, Last I Heard, which boasts a cast including Paul Sorvino, Michael Rapaport, Renee Props, Paul Ben-Victor, Stephen Bauer and Chazz Palminteri. Judging by your biography, it
by Angela Slatter. First published in Shimmer #4, Summer 2006 Illustration by Nel Pace Her breath smells like champagne, but not bitter as you might expect. Something inside her turns it sweet, I’m not sure what. She’s a sugar-candy kind of girl, bright and crystalline as she reclines on the sofa – a chaise longue,
by Jeff B Willey Illustration by Jennings Falzon Stepping off a 1970s discount airliner they take first deep breaths and almost choke. The atmosphere seems equal parts water and air, enveloping them in a rich jungle stank of putrescent vegetation with a tang of shit. No clocks anywhere, time only hinted at. Concrete structures poking
Illustration by Thom Cuschieri Eighth avenue midtown mid-day mayhem. Business suits scuffled along, elbows out, the mobile phones snuggled to their ears now of a smaller, sharper model— a welcome departure from the obtuse, portable tanks of a decade prior, yet the decrease in size somehow inversely proportional to the collective level of obnoxiousness. Garish
I’m pretty sick and tired these days. Sick of the heat, sick of the bugs, sick of all the nonsense approaching my way. Okay fuck along now. your pop culture destroyer, last night DESTRUCTION NEWS So the Spike Lee directed Oldboy remake gets a trailer and it’s, well, a thing. That exists. Jim Steranko
Action! Violence! Dismemberment! This month’s Pop Culture Destruction is all about the tearing of shackles and rejigging of the status quo this month. Find out how and why by sending an email telling all that your soul desires on schlocksubs (at) gmail (dot) com. The Schlock Magazine hivemind will thank you! DESTRUCTION NEWS Here’s the