What does Psychobilly Monday mean to you?

It means you should buy THIS BOOK.


Yeah, that's right.


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Science Fiction Trading cards?

Yep, something new for us to collect, and the folks doing it want to include Emerson LaSalle. They need your help! Click HERE for details.






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THE GREAT PSYCHOBILLY BLOG ROAD TRIP OF 2008: DAY 1, PART 2

Anthony Neil Smith has hijacked my blog and wants to tell you this:



Last Stop: Smith’s Crimedog One

Holy hell, I finally made it. It was grueling and I’m delirious, but we’re now at the Blogpocalypse, where we find Gischler smoking a giant cigar and grilling up some BBQ ribs for the road. Add another set of golf clubs to the bed of the Big Red Truck, plus the most giantest case of Coors Light I’ve ever seen.

Now, Gischler’s got a new novel out in a couple of months. It’s called Go Go Girls of the Apocalypse, and I have to say that when you compare his book to the recent spate of post-apocalyptic literary novels that serve as both social commentaries on our own culture and prophetic cautionary tales, his is by far the silliest. And if your post-apocalypse ain’t silly, then you’ve got a giant stick up your ass. Do yourself a favor and hunt this one down, especially if you live in Texas and can make it out to one of our scheduled signings for July in San Antonio, Austin (along with Justin C. Gordon from Out of the Gutter), Dallas, and Houston.

The price of gas on this trip might make that end of the world scenario feel closer than ever, so in that case we’ll just have to turn the music up louder as we fill the tank, oblivious to the little digital numbers climbing higher and higher. So maybe when you’re shortening your vacation this year because it costs waaaaay too fucking much to go, like, anywhere, you can give yourself a “mental vacation” by purchasing Yellow Medicine at Barnes & Noble (or their website…and only if you have no super cool indie stores around, because they should come first), and indulge in the exploits of Deputy Billy Lafitte, a Mississippian exiled in Minnesota after Katrina, hoping his Southern charm can melt some of those frosty Northern attitudes in order to better con them. That guy, I’m telling you, he’s headed for trouble.

Next stop, the dead literal center of the heartland (okay, maybe not “literally”, but play along anyway)--Omaha, Nebraska, to pick up our good friend and third Stooge, the famous Sean Doolittle.

Driving time: 14 hours (but that’s only Daylight Savings Time, and only with a good watch battery) Tune for this leg: “Caledonia” by The Gourds (as it is for every road trip we’ve been on for the past eight years)


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Guns, girls and alcohol ... oh my!

Publisher's Weekly has weighed in on my forthcoming novel. I'm pretty darn happy. Check it out:


Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse Victor Gischler. Touchstone, $14 paper (336p) ISBN 978-1-4165-5225-3

Guns, girls and alcohol occupy almost every inch of this raucous thrill ride, providing nonstop opportunities for both action and comedy. After coming down from his mountain bunker, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate finds a world that is postapocalyptic by way of early '90s action films. Mortimer's quests to find his ex-wife and discover his own purpose serve as a strong center line through a haze of madcap events. He and "Buffalo" Bill, a man obsessed with the idea of cowboys as a postcivilized focal point, encounter a wide cast of characters along their journeys, including foul-mouthed, gun-toting Sheila, who at times seems the best adapted to the harsh new world. The trio hop from one explosive encounter to another, often with the thinnest of reasons. Despite the frontier violence and sketchy plot, the humor of this armageddon western is woven deeply enough to keep Mortimer's adventures feeling like a party. (July)


Not perfect (but I like frontier violence!) but I'm extremely pleased. Thanks, PW. You get a cookie.


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More reading for your cyber-pleasure

So Thug Lit has a new issue up. Check it out, mofos!

This hits cyberspace on the heels of Anthony Neil Smith's all-crime issue of Storyglossia. Looks like some new renaissance of hardboiled on-line writing is emerging. Or something. Maybe some groovy hepcat publisher should do a best of cyber-noir or some similar project. I'd buy it. (Bryon, when's the next Demolition out?)

Smell the Awesome

Anthony Neil Smith did this: http://www.storyglossia.com/28/cover.html




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Dig that Crazy Sound

My pal Jason Glenn is in a band called Victoria Barnum. Interesting sound. They should get a MySpace page and turn a buck. (Or however the hep-cats do it nowadays.)