The supposed memoirs of Arnold Schnabel, a brakeman/poet recovering from a mental breakdown in the quaint seaside resort of Cape May, NJ, in 1963. . . .
The story of Cirno Excalibur, who found a pole in his back yard, got struck by weird lightning, and went with his new talking pole to go fight the demons. . . .
A sprawling fantastic tale of the ’60s, supposedly written by “legendary” B-movie director Larry Winchester. . . .
On her way home for the Christmas holidays, Dora is given a mysterious box by her father. She also discovers that there’s a boy she’s never seen before in the back of the car—but he vanishes when she tries to tell her Dad about him. Then her Dad vanishes too: has he gone to work in London, or has he . . .
Malika’s life in medieval Baghdad seems perfect. Then the rumours start surfacing—that her three husbands are (gasp!) literate. She’s pushed from her happy bubble to discover a world of murder, fanaticism, female eunuchs, genocide and spiced tea. . . .
So first of all, I should mention that I like Dan Leo’s writing. It’s clear and effective. The characters have different voices. There’s some humor, and occasionally satire.
The two stories of his that I’ve read both take place in the 1960′s and not only do they try to get the [more . . .]
The day is coming when genre categorizations will collapse around our ears. No one would shove a copy of The Master and Margarita into the fantasy section of a Barnes and Nobles, although it has many things in common with the glossy books that you would find there – talking cats, the devil, levitation. But Bulgakov’s masterpiece is given the [more . . .]