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6 posts from November 2011

Nov 30, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 77: Fogies and Torries

Frank unpacks Mr. Deasy's politics.

Nov 24, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 76: Folds and Fillibegs

Mr. Deasy and Stephen continue their exchange, and Frank unpacks the tartan from a painting of a prince.

Nov 16, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 75: Credit and Debt

Stephen tallies his debts - as does Joyce.

Nov 09, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 74: Proud English Words

Mr. Deasy expounds on the power of money; Frank digresses.

Nov 02, 2011

Re: Joyce, Episode 73: Shy Haste

Stephen is paid, meticulously.

Nov 01, 2011

And the winners are...

Now the graves have closed again, and the dead of Hallowe'en 2011 are back beneath the earth. While they stalked the land we had a blood-sodden outpouring of entries for our Challenge which was: "Write the first line of Dracula's autobiography." What did I expect and what did I receive? I expected jokes about dental work - and got them. Plots of ground six feet deep also figured, as did crucifixes, the standard "How-do-you-like-your-stake?" Dracula joke and a variety of mirrors. Fangs appeared (though - and thank you all for this - nobody actually had the nerve, the chutzpah, the gall to write "fangs for the memory" or "fangs very much"). The tourist authorities of Transylvania can feel happy at their name-and-place recognition - familiarity even - and we had the graveyard shift, packs of wolves, lines of the Undead and jokey entries about "sinking my teeth into" and "neck and neck." I had already banned the line, "To begin with, I suck" - but I wasn't able to keep sucking out of it - nor, bless you, did you shy away from "cutting my teeth." I loved it all - you are such good sports, you tweeters and blogsters, and I have selected ten winners whose names we publish in alphabetical order. To each of you goes a prize - the Kindle Single I wrote, "Undead," the story of the novel "Dracula" and its author Bram Stoker. Wipe the blood off your chins, read, enjoy, thank you all - and go back to your tombs.

Andrew Train - drewtrain
Not by Man's earthly clocks, do I measure the unending centuries; but by the count of human hearts, stilled by my cold kiss. 

Byron Wilding - estlincage
Words come to me like drops of blood, eager to be tasted.

D H Chitson - BearNecessitude
Please look kindly upon me, dearest reader, for within these unholy epistles there is much sadness amongst the horror.

Doug Keel - DougKeel
Memoirs may be sordid or times of quiet reflection. Mine will have to be the former. 

Emily Matthew - ImaylimE
My father always wanted me to be an attorney, but I could never have become something quite so heinous and parasitic. 

Jessica Reisman - jesswynne
I am not the villain of this piece. 

Joanne E. Valin - Stellectric
I came to know blood, luxurious warmth and bitterness that sang at my lips, but never enough to soothe the rank sore of my heart.

Richard de Nooy - RicharddeNooy
The immortal mark the passage of time with the faces of those whose lives have been lost or taken.

Sean Kelly - SeanKellyStudio
My agent in Burbank sounded glum on the phone, "Universal can't borrow Barrymore from MGM; they're casting Lugosi." 

Vivienne Nichols - jamesblvd
Predators all! Hunters, warriors, vampires, lovers. We create illusion, stalk and steal. We take from life that we might live.