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Of *course* you've heard of the great Nickolaus Pacione. ... I can easily compare this book to a mixture of H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe, although I can see other influences in this collection such as Blackwood and Benchley. Poe typically used madness as a theme in his stories. I can see this aspect ring through clear in this book. Twisted, dark, and macabre can easily describe the stories in these pages. Not only do you get stories in this book, you also get dark epic poetry. "Shadow of Dys" is one of the darkest modern epics I have read. Then there is another epic, "The seasons of Black September" which was obviously infuluenced by 9/11. Since I write dark epic poetry, I can honestly say this is one of the best modern dark epics I've read. ...Because writing dark epic poetry clearly qualifies you as a judge. Edward Saint-Ivan agrees (four stars): I have only read a few pages but I am still convinced that Pacione has real talent. As for his critics comments about grammar, bad grammar can be an art form. The famous Da-Da movement was based totally on out of context words and images.Ah, bad grammar as an art form. Judging by Saint-Ivan's review, omission of apostrophes is art, too. Indeed there are unenlightened souls who fail to appreciate these artistic statements: Says Stefan (one star): How does something like this get published? It's as if the writer has no training or talent whatsoever, let alone even a simple grasp of the English language. The book reads as if written by someone who spoke English backwards, ran it through Babel Fish in Malaysian, Celtic, Kenyan, French and then back into English. Example: It takes the author 12 pages to say, "I have insane nightmares about Africanized killer bees who apparently write papers." And Michael Rohm (one star): This is the first book Nickolaus has had published and I sure hope it isn't the last! He has truly created a classic in the annals of Gothic and Horror literature. Following in the footsteps of great horror writers like Blackwood, Poe, Lovecraft, King, Poe, London, Irving and of course Edgar Allan Poe, this collection of short stories features the same things that made these writers so great - Africanized bees. Any book with Africanized bees is bound to be a classic. He perfectly captures Lovecraft's style, if Lovecraft were a untalented Cuban immigrant with a very tenuous grip on the English language. In short, ignore the naysayers whose opinions are influecned by Nickolaus' lack of talent and inept prose and BUY THIS BOOK!!! The rest of the reviews contain the requisite accusations that only the author's best friends could possibly recommend it. Apparently Amazon now allows customers to tag books. They're not shy. This wouldn't be fun without the author showing up, now would it? Fortunately, he does. As you may have guessed, the Amazon readers are interrogating the text from the wrong perspective. Pacione has suffered as Anne Rice has suffered, and he's learned from her (scroll down to the product wiki section). Apparently he hasn't learned that "ass" is on the list of banned words, but, hey. As a bonus, he gets in a swipe at PZB. Bolding mine: First off about Collectives, some are giving this book a bunch of mixed reviews. This is the author of the collection. Some of the stories are not available online in the complete form since the journal isn't active anymore. I will be making the book available for sale in the hardcover format eventually or the larger size format. Some of you gave this book a lot of flack for being self-published. Some going as far as to pirate the book, the ones who gave this book five star reviews and four star reviews really appreciate this book. Books signed in blood? How appropriately Goth. At this point, I was dying of curiosity. Fortunately, the "Search Inside this Book" feature is alive and well. Here are the first three sentences of Collectives In a Forsaken Landscape: From this that eludes me which I pen this-- as what I say what eludes me is sleep, and from the sleep becomes the etchings where the dreams begin. In them as they are typed, from the tired fingers I would draw from them in the eyes which sagged on with the thoughts that keep me awake. The waking thoughts as they would be there are what caused me to awaken violently a few days ago-- that it would be still in the waning darkness which it would be described. It's like Poe and Lovecraft walk among us once more, bundled up in one person! I think it needs more chickens-that-are-not-chickens. How about you? (For future reference, it appears that August 26 is officially Pacione day. Aren't you sad you missed it?) |
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