Sometimes an idea will pop into your head that just won't leave you
alone. That's what happened to me when I had the idea of writing a
retelling of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein where everything a dying Victor
Frankenstein told Captain Walton aboard the icebound ship was a lie to
protect his reputation, and the monster now gets to tell the real story.
A year later this idea continued to nag at me, and after another year of reading about thirty books for research this idea had turned into a
story that I wanted to write. In my version, Victor Frankenstein would
be in league with the Marquis de Sade to bring hell to earth, and the
monster remain a tragic, albeit heroic, figure. Thematically
the book would be about the corrosive quality of vengeance, as well as a
repudiation of de Sade's central theme of man being little more than a base animal.
While I knew there were many readers who consider Shelley's great novel
a sacred tome and would look at any retelling as blasphemy, at this
point this was a novel that was burning too deeply inside and was one I
had to write.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
You want to listen to some Pariah?
Amazon
has added a cool new feature where they've tied audio samples onto
their book pages. So if you want to listen to a Pariah sample, click the listen button under the book cover.
And you can do the same with Small Crimes
And you can do the same with Small Crimes
Monday, August 19, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Three very different types of horror
"Superb mix of humor and horror" Publisher's Weekly, starred review
"a very darkly funny dark fantasy" Locus Magazine
The Caretaker of Lorne Field was a Black Quill nominee for best book of the year, and was shortlisted by the American Library Association for best horror novel of the year and later selected by them as one of four modern horror novels that librarians should be recommending. The Caretaker of Lorne Field is quiet horror. The current caretaker believes in his heart that he's saving the world each day by weeding a field of monsters. Others in his town think he's nuts. Is this a story of monumental sacrifice or growing madness?
There was no movement among the Aukowies. When they were that small they played possum and tried to act as if they were nothing but weeds. Most people looking at them would think they were nothing but an odd little weed. But Jack Durkin knew differently. If he squinted right, he could make out their evil little faces in their offshoots, and he knew those little pincers were more than thorns. He’d watch them wait until there was a wind, then pretend they were swaying in it, all the while really trying to wiggle themselves further out of the ground. They were clever little suckers, Jack Durkin had to give them that. Once they got to two feet in height, they wouldn’t bother with their act. At that size they’d be whipping about as if they were caught in hurricane gales, not giving a damn about keeping up their masquerade. Jack Durkin never let one grow that high, but he’d heard stories from his pa about it. According to his pa it took hours to subdue several of them that had gotten to that height, having to first throw boulders on top of them to pin them down.
According to the book of Aukowies eight days would be all one needed to mature and break free from the ground. One mature Aukowie would wreak havoc, a field of them would ravage the world in a matter of weeks.
"You don't get much more gothic bang for your buck." Los Angeles Times
“You are lying on hallowed grounds, daemon!” he swore at me, his eyes wide as they reflected a mix of fear and self-righteousness. “Do not blasphemy this area any further with your presence. Begone!”
“And what makes you so certain that I am a daemon?” I asked.
“Your hideousness marks you as such!”
My hood had fallen off my head during my sleep exposing the full grotesqueness of my appearance. But I was not about to be chased away by this man.
“You do not know the goodness in my heart,” I said. “Now leave me so that I may grieve alone.”
He spotted the flowers then that I had placed by Johanna’s grave, and his eyes took on a wicked look as his chest swelled with piety and a false bravery.
“One can only wonder at the evil nature of the witch that has been buried in this grave to attract a daemonic creature such as yourself. She will need to be dug up from these sacred grounds and her body burned. Now begone!”
He moved forward as if to stick me with his pitchfork. I grabbed it from him with the same quickness that I had displayed during my battle with the wolves. I rose to my full height so that I towered above him and only then did I snap the pitchfork in half and toss the pieces to the ground. The priest stood in front of me trembling, fear striking him so greatly that he couldn’t speak or move.
Vanessa was taking a pint from one of the livestock. She nodded at Metcalf as he approached, he nodded back. She had been a prostitute before he infected her. Originally he had picked her up to be a replacement for one of the dead livestock, but he liked the way she looked—long red hair that fell halfway down her back, sultry lips, almond-shaped green eyes and a thin waist with near perfect legs. Her breasts were smaller than what he typically liked—no bigger than what would fit in a champagne glass, but they had a perky quality to them so he decided to overlook that flaw, and besides, the infection would shrink them anyway. The infection had since bleached out her hair and had shrunk her tits to the size of small apples, but she dyed her hair the same reddish color as before and even with the changes to her body that the infection caused, he still liked the way she looked. There was something else about her that he found himself instantly attracted to. It took him a while to figure out what it was, but he eventually understood it. In her own way she was as ruthless as he was, even reminding him a bit of Serena, although she wasn’t nearly as cunning or as crazy. Since the other vampires were complaining about how overworked they were—and because of his immediate attraction to her—he infected her and added her to the staff. He was glad he did. Unlike the others, she accepted her situation and never showed any self-pity. As far as her competency, well, she never really developed a touch for drawing blood and was rough with the livestock, but it didn’t much matter. She’d get a pint out of them regardless of how many times she had to poke them searching for a vein. And it was not as if any of them were going to complain. All in all, Metcalf was glad he chose to infect her instead of making her one of the livestock.
"a very darkly funny dark fantasy" Locus Magazine
The Caretaker of Lorne Field was a Black Quill nominee for best book of the year, and was shortlisted by the American Library Association for best horror novel of the year and later selected by them as one of four modern horror novels that librarians should be recommending. The Caretaker of Lorne Field is quiet horror. The current caretaker believes in his heart that he's saving the world each day by weeding a field of monsters. Others in his town think he's nuts. Is this a story of monumental sacrifice or growing madness?
**
There was no movement among the Aukowies. When they were that small they played possum and tried to act as if they were nothing but weeds. Most people looking at them would think they were nothing but an odd little weed. But Jack Durkin knew differently. If he squinted right, he could make out their evil little faces in their offshoots, and he knew those little pincers were more than thorns. He’d watch them wait until there was a wind, then pretend they were swaying in it, all the while really trying to wiggle themselves further out of the ground. They were clever little suckers, Jack Durkin had to give them that. Once they got to two feet in height, they wouldn’t bother with their act. At that size they’d be whipping about as if they were caught in hurricane gales, not giving a damn about keeping up their masquerade. Jack Durkin never let one grow that high, but he’d heard stories from his pa about it. According to his pa it took hours to subdue several of them that had gotten to that height, having to first throw boulders on top of them to pin them down.
According to the book of Aukowies eight days would be all one needed to mature and break free from the ground. One mature Aukowie would wreak havoc, a field of them would ravage the world in a matter of weeks.
"You don't get much more gothic bang for your buck." Los Angeles Times
"This reworking of Frankenstein is chilling and captivating!...A tale of justice, true love, and ultimate forgiveness, this gruesome novel is perfect for fans of Stephen King and similar horror stories." ForeWord Magazine, Pick of the Week
Monster was selected by WBUR (NPR Boston) as one of the best books of 2012, and was recently picked by Booklist Magazine as one of the top 10 horror novels of the last 12 months. Monster is gothic horror. What if everything a dying Victor Frankenstein told Captain Walton aboard his ship were outrageous lies to protect his name? What if the true story had Frankenstein and the Marquis de Sade in league to create their own version of Hell? And now after 200 years the monster gets to tell the true and horrible story of Victor Frankenstein?
**
An animal instinct woke me. The sun had barely appeared in the horizon and a gray haziness filled the air. Moving stealthily towards me was a member of the clergy, and he carried a pitchfork as if his plans were to run me through. He was less than five feet from me, and as I was startled awake by his approach, he jumped backwards, his large craggy face waxen in the faint early morning light, his mouth opened to form a rigid circle.“You are lying on hallowed grounds, daemon!” he swore at me, his eyes wide as they reflected a mix of fear and self-righteousness. “Do not blasphemy this area any further with your presence. Begone!”
“And what makes you so certain that I am a daemon?” I asked.
“Your hideousness marks you as such!”
My hood had fallen off my head during my sleep exposing the full grotesqueness of my appearance. But I was not about to be chased away by this man.
“You do not know the goodness in my heart,” I said. “Now leave me so that I may grieve alone.”
He spotted the flowers then that I had placed by Johanna’s grave, and his eyes took on a wicked look as his chest swelled with piety and a false bravery.
“One can only wonder at the evil nature of the witch that has been buried in this grave to attract a daemonic creature such as yourself. She will need to be dug up from these sacred grounds and her body burned. Now begone!”
He moved forward as if to stick me with his pitchfork. I grabbed it from him with the same quickness that I had displayed during my battle with the wolves. I rose to my full height so that I towered above him and only then did I snap the pitchfork in half and toss the pieces to the ground. The priest stood in front of me trembling, fear striking him so greatly that he couldn’t speak or move.
"I've just read the manuscript of Dave Zeltserman's new novel, Blood Crimes. This is one of the few fresh takes on vampirism I've read in years. It's as if Charles Bukowski sat down and said, OK, Bram Stoker, how about this?" -- Ed Gorman, author of Cage of Night and The Poker Club.
"The prolific and wildly talented Dave Zeltserman serves up a fast,
furious, frightening and (yes)funny orgy of bloodletting. Makes
"Grindhouse" look like "Little House on the Prairie." -- Roger Smith, author of Dust Devils and Mixed Blood
Blood Crimes is a mix of horror, noir and dark urban fantasy. Jim and Carol carve a homicidal path cross-country. Jim is
infected with the vampire virus. Carol isn't. Yet. But they're united in
their hunt for society's most dangerous predators for Jim's dinner --
so he can feed without harming the innocent. What they don't know is
that they're not alone. There are others on their trail, and the climax
of BLOOD CRIMES is a shocking jolt of pure mayhem and rock 'n roll
violence.
**
Thursday, August 8, 2013
MONSTER makes Booklist's 2013 Best Horror Novels
I'm very happy to see Monster make Booklist's 2013 Top 10 Horror Fiction and be included in such fine company.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Interview up at AuthorsOnTheAir
I was recently interviewed by Pam Stack and Stephen Campbell over at AuthorsOnTheAir (BlogTalkRaido) where we talked about a number of things, including my novels Monster and Outsourced, the path Fast Lane took to publication, Julius Katz and Archie, and a sidetrack into some of my experiences as a software engineer.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Pariah makes best of the year in Germany!
When was released in the US it made several best of the year lists, including Washington Post's best books of the year and topping this list on Bookgasm. Now the German edition has made this prestigious list for best crime fiction!
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Sure Bets + On the air later today
The American Library Association recently listed the following 'sure bets' in these genres
ADRENALINE (Adventure, Suspense, Thrillers)
ADRENALINE (Adventure, Suspense, Thrillers)
Josh Bazell.Beat the Reaper.
Justin Cronin.The Passage.
Gillian Flynn.Gone Girl
Gregg Hurwitz.Trust No One.
FANTASY
Gail Carriger.Soulless.
Lev Grossman.The Magicians
Erin Morgenstern.The Night Circus.
Patrick Rothfuss.The Name of the Wind.
HISTORICAL FICTION
Sarah Blake.The Postmistress
Paula McLain.The Paris Wife
Madeline Miller.The Song of Achilles
Julie Orringer.The Invisible Bridge.
HORROR
Joe Hill.Heart-shaped Box.
Michael Koryta.The Ridge.
Adam Nevill.Last Days.
Dave Zeltserman.The Caretaker of Lorne Field
MYSTERY
S.J. Bolton.Now You See Me.
Alan Bradley.The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
Lyndsay Faye.The Gods of Gotham.
Jo Nesbø .The Snowman.
Also at 2 pm EST today I'll be talking with Pam Stack about my mysteries and my crime and horror novels. I hope folks can tune in!
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
A Killer Confession
The idea for Killer was inspired by hitman John Martorano killing 19 people and being able to strike a deal for a ridiculously lenient 14 year sentence in exchange for testifying against Whitey Bulger. While that was the inspiration for Killer, I purposely didn't research Martorano for several reasons, including that I didn't think it would lead to the type of book I wanted to write (I wanted my hitman Leonard March to have significantly more depth to him than little I had read about Martorano) and I didn't think it would be respectful to his victims. So instead from that initial seed of inspiration a fully fictional story was born. What strikes me now when I read Martorano's testimony in the Whitey Bulger trial is how similar Martorano's crimes were to the ones committed by my fictional Leonard March.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Some recent Monster love
Recently said about Monster:
"Gripping, evocative, horrific, and even poignant." -- author Tom Piccirilli
"In this enjoyable horror, Zeltserman twists the original by Mary Shelley around, and instead posits the doctor Frankenstein as the mad murderer, and the 'monster' as his unfortunate victim, Friedrich Hoffmann. Structured as a chase, the novel has the necessary pace and tension, but it also takes time to depict a Sadeian world." The Herald Scotland
"Think of what makes for a happy day: pleasurable immersion in the moment and coiled anticipation of what is to come. That’s how you feel reading this novel. Dave Zeltserman is a monster storyteller." Jildy Sauce
"Gripping, evocative, horrific, and even poignant." -- author Tom Piccirilli
"In this enjoyable horror, Zeltserman twists the original by Mary Shelley around, and instead posits the doctor Frankenstein as the mad murderer, and the 'monster' as his unfortunate victim, Friedrich Hoffmann. Structured as a chase, the novel has the necessary pace and tension, but it also takes time to depict a Sadeian world." The Herald Scotland
"Think of what makes for a happy day: pleasurable immersion in the moment and coiled anticipation of what is to come. That’s how you feel reading this novel. Dave Zeltserman is a monster storyteller." Jildy Sauce
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