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  • mono 9:19 pm on December 5, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: audiobook, author reads, , , , fiction, live reading, new fiction, ,   

    The Mondo Vixen Massacre: An Excerpt (as read by the author) 

    Last night, I prepared and recorded myself reading from the beginning of MVM. When I was a classroom teacher, I would often read aloud to my students and found the exercise to be a calming and meditative way to bring students into the fold of a book. Of course, I would then open up the floor to any student who wished to read out loud and we would go around the room in this way. I believe that voicing a text is a healthy exercise in developing one’s reading ability and experience of the book. While no reading is ever perfect, when we hear a book read (especially by the author), we can learn to understand how they meant it to be voiced and felt. I hope you enjoy this reading. Thank you.

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  • mono 11:24 pm on December 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , fiction, jamie grefe, , ,   

    Thank You /// Noise 

    I would like to thank everyone who has purchased a copy of my debut novella, THE MONDO VIXEN MASSACRE. The reception to the book’s unique style and content has been overwhelmingly positive. It’s been invigorating to speak with writers and readers who like the book. I’ve met many interesting people through this publication process and the journey is just beginning.

    If you have purchased a copy of the book, I encourage you to help spread the word by writing a review or a blog post about your thoughts of the book. Every review helps and I wholeheartedly appreciate the gesture. In return for your effort, I am happy to offer you high-quality audio files of improvisational/noise music that I’ve created throughout the years, most or all of which is now out-of-print. Chances are, if you like the book, you will like the sounds.

    Also, if you know of any good blogs that might be interested in a promotional copy of the book (maybe, you yourself) or if you are interested in becoming a part of my upcoming blog-tour, please get in touch.

    At the end of the day, I set out to write a book that would satisfy readers. Of course, I understand not everyone will enjoy the book, and that is fine, but please know that behind the crazy story and absurd situations in the book’s universe, there is a lot of heart.

    Thank you!

     

     
  • mono 7:39 pm on October 29, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Amazon, , , , , fiction, , , , vixens   

    The Mondo Vixen Massacre is HERE 

    Vixens

    The Mondo Vixen Massacre by Jamie Grefe

     I published a book and it’s time to promote. If you find yourself clicking through, find yourself in the mood for something funny and crazy and cool, please consider buying a copy of THE MONDO VIXEN MASSACRE. Here’s a note I put on my Amazon author page, a note that explains or opens up the process of how this book came about:

     I wrote this story in October 2012 while living and working in Beijing, China. I was teaching Creative Writing to international students and decided to finally make the leap from writing short stories and poems to something bigger, something more intense and cinematic. It was time. 
     
    I grew up watching B-movies, exploitation movies, cheesy flicks–everything–and still return to some of my favorite filmmakers in those times when I just need to experience something timeless and beautiful. I love the work of Jim Wynorski, Russ Meyer, Joe D’Amato, Roger Corman, Claudio Fragasso and others, old and new, cheap or Hollywood slick. As the storyline for this book started to take shape in my mind, I fed myself a steady dose of those B-movies. I took notes. I asked questions. I made flow charts and outlines. And then it hit. I saw poor Tom Clay caught in the middle of the most unrealistic and brutal home invasion imaginable. It was those wicked vixens. I had to write, was compelled to write and thus, the story of “The Mondo Vixen Massacre” took root. I wrote the first draft in two weeks and spent significantly more time editing and refining it. I had a special music playlist to help guide me through the scenes (I’ll share it in the near future) and fell in love with this long-form world I had created. I fell in love with these vixens and cheered when Tom took things to the next level. I hope you’ll cheer, too. 
     
    When Eraserhead Press acquired this manuscript for publication in their New Bizarro Author Series, I knew I had done something right. Of course, you, dear reader, will have to be the ultimate judge. You’re the one who completes these words. I wrote this book in order to please myself and to give you the psycho-ride of your life. You don’t have to love B-movies to enjoy this book, but you do have to prepare yourself for buckets of gore and other fluids that don’t come out easy. Maybe there are layers here that cannot be conveyed through the movie medium, subtle layers that only books can achieve, slices of mondo madness that will linger years after you finish this book. Or, maybe you’ll want to wash your hands after giving this story a dip, wipe off all that gore. 
     
    I am seriously grateful for your support and hope you spend a few afternoons losing yourself in this fantasy world. Thank you for helping an unknown indie author make his way through the trenches. And always, feel free to reach out and drop a line. Let’s grind.

     
  • mono 5:30 am on October 6, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , crime, fiction, , , mutant,   

    MUTAGON II 

     
  • mono 10:03 pm on October 1, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , fiction, , indiana, peckinpah   

    We Dream of Peckinpah: Thoughts on D. Harlan Wilson’s PECKINPAH: AN ULTRAVIOLENT ROMANCE 

     
  • mono 7:48 pm on March 30, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: anatomy courses, blake butler, collaboration, fiction, lazy fascist press, , sean kilpatrick   

    Anatomy Courses: A Few Scribbles Between Lessons 

    Anatomy Courses Vocabulary List (unit seven): , wallpaper, New Hypermind Deformity Cauldron, cookies, Gilles De Rais, Aztec, newborn, mole, leach, um-um, everready, magicked, life-sac, crunch-rain, Sinatra, lymph, scissors, rap, pajamas, backfire, tinfoil, egg, milk, robe, tea, pork, Xerox, zillion, gravity, barf, beer, tee-tee, axe, Pasolini, exfoliate, languid, Vietnam, swaddle, OK, 33, 3

    • I study ANATOMY COURSES the way  one might boil the slime smear of bird skin scattered and scorched on the lawn into etchings yellowed on the teeth of dead rattlesnakes.
    • [I may still be somewhere wandering on that lawn, groping for the window] One should suspend the injection of oneself and let the anatomy courses first settle in the mouth. They will dissolve on the tongue. Chew. Swallow. Exhale. Don’t forget her ipecac-laced scalpels for the scrub-down. You may pick those up in the lobby called “Father.”
    • Anatomy Courses Vocabulary List (unit two): mastectomy, wart, quarantine, carnation, sheen, tutu, universe, slush, egg, box, gong, Disney, wine, gland, Ambien, mummify, bib, moustache, hysterectomy, filibuster, colostomy, stoma, hematoma, carrion, tummybulb, vortex, puppysong, narcoleptic, prism, eon, lard, keyhole, unstuck, armpit, thorax, flesh, Magic Eye, Andromeda, vanilla, servile, kerosene, temperature, slop-bits, ajar, yeast, vaseline, BBBBurn, sternum, Saturn, B-minor, P-solo, basin, methadone, neo-nursery, doppelganger, lovehandle, pay-per-view, brainstem, mammalian, mudflap, tuna, insulin, chewball, canal, cigarette, grouse, mount, hammy, broom, spit, Taco Bell

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  • mono 4:11 pm on March 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: book review, Charles Willeford, , fiction, High Priest of California, , pulp fiction   

    Smile, Villain, for the Wolf is American: On Charles Willeford’s High Priest of California 

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    The High Priest of California–a “smiling villain:” treacherous, lecherous–a beast (a wolf in a suit). It’s good fun. And, in this way, Willeford’s classic pulp tale of a used car salesman’s exploits, the portrait is painted of a man (Mr. Russell Haxby) in love with the world, a monster of life obsessed by women, by the pursuit of women, well, one particular woman–a tragic woman. Simply stated, this book is the tale of a man bent on destruction for gratification. Haxby wants what he wants and will get what he wants whatever the consequences. No–this is a book about consequences, about how to dodge consequences at all costs in order to preserve one’s solitude. This is not your typical noir, crime, pulp novel–it’s the study of a character and immersion into the mind of a sociopath. Enter the muck.

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    Willeford’s poem “Sportsman” reads, “I dipped my finger in love/And found pain./I dipped my Finger in hate/And found pain.” It ends with the lines: “But there was nothing in/Between:/Tonight I’ll go bowling.” This shift from the metaphoric, the power of what is behind (underneath, projected onto, created) to the mundane–the distraction–is how Willeford’s High Priest of California makes sense of things. It reads as something so quick that one must pause to breathe in the layers. In some ways, it is the story of the pursuit of the ideal, the journey toward the end and the disgust that occurs upon reaching the destination. Or, it could be a spin-off on that classic line, “Be careful what you wish for…” But, Haxby is too careful, too conniving. He knows better than to be a victim.

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    E.M. Cioran often discusses “lucidity” as that moment when meaning is stripped from things and one perceives things in a way that transforms that thing from what it means to a sense of what it is (or is not–the thing shattered). An example would be perceiving the corpse inherent in a living person, the corpse that one will eventually become. Another example would be to conjure a goal and imagine it through to the end and, in doing so, choose not to act in any way (to resign oneself to the bed, to the horizontal). Cioran’s “lucidity” or “dose of lucidity” is apt when we look at High Priest of California. Haxby, like Cioran, suffers from this dose–comes to perceive things in a way that alters his entire malicious plan in a new direction. He maunders onward.

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    “Tonight I’ll go bowling.” Yes, there is the spirit of America in this book, a gritty, yet Technicolor America of the 1950s (or thereabouts)–the American man at his lowest. It is sharp suits, hats, hearty breakfasts, American cars, Italian food, dancing, smoking cigarettes, slugging gin, or a hot towel on the face to sink into the abyss. It is a nice entrance into the world of Charles Willeford, novelist supreme, a nice entrance into a spiral of madness.

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