An Exclusive First Look at Brom’s New Dark Fantasy Book — Featuring Krampus, the Christmas Devil!
Sure, it's only February — but do you want to catch a glimpse at the messed up, dark fantasy epic that everyone will be obsessing about at Christmas? Brom, creator of The Child Thief, is back — and we've got the first reveal of his mysterious, sinister new book.
I am making $$ off Krampus this year. that's right, I sit in my house, and money comes in due to the folklore that I didn't invent. how's that for living the American way?
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.-- Jonathan Swift
When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him. -- Jonathan Swift
Canadian_watcher wrote:I am making $$ off Krampus this year. that's right, I sit in my house, and money comes in due to the folklore that I didn't invent. how's that for living the American way?
grats
but I'm worried that this year the Grinch decided to stay up in his snipers nest
By 1964 there were 1.5 million mobile phone users in the US
Arriving to be an art professor for a few years ago at Umea University in northern Sweden, Vallance wrote that he “was puzzled by the enigmatic heraldic symbol of Lapland, the Wildman — a hairy, reddish, bestial character dressed in leaves, wielding a gnarled club.”
He reflected: “To me he looked like a typical prehistoric caveman or the Jolly Green Giant. I collected vague reports of an actual Swedish Wildman (Snömannen), a Yeti-like creature believed to inhabit the remote areas of the forest. One day when wandering through the wilds of Lapland, I beheld an astonishing thing: a colossal statue of the Wildman painted bright red with a snowy white beard. From a distance it looked like Santa Claus. As I stood at the base, staring up at the Herculean statue, it hit me like a hunk of red-hot ejecta from Mount Hekla: Santa Claus, the Wildman and Snömannen must spring from the same ancient source. I determined to find the connections between these enigmatic characters.”
Much of the modern-day vision of Santa Claus is owed to the Clement Moore poem “The Night Before Christmas.” His description of Saint Nicholas personified the “jolly old elf” known to millions of children throughout the world. However, far from being the offshoot of Saint Nicholas of Turkey, Santa Claus is the last of a longline of what scholars call Wild Men who were worshipped in ancient European fertility rites and came to America through Pennsylvania’s Germans. This pagan creature is described from prehistoric times through his various forms—Robin Hood, The Fool, Harlequin, Satan and Robin Goodfellow—into today’s carnival and Christmas scenes. In this thoroughly researched work, the origins of Santa Claus are found to stretch back over 50,000 years, jolting the foundation of Christian myths about the jolly old elf.
Re: 'Alias St. Nick' by Matthew Bell with Jim Brandon author of Weird America and The Rebirth of Pan
As daylight dwindles and even the chill of autumn begins to seem to us a warm memory, we are beset from all sides by bad news. From relentless Centers for Disease Control flu alarmism to the repeated warnings of the imminent threat of economic catastrophe – on this, the 100th “birthday” year of the Federal Reserve – we are, it seems, infected with the dreaded “seasonal affective disorder.” To put it less clinically, our spirits flag and winter’s icy fingers extend from their polar stronghold to tighten their grip on our collective neck. Oh, “…[r]espite! Respite and nepenthe…”.[1] Exasperation drives the question: “Lord, to whom shall we go?”[2]
When, “what to our wondering eyes should appear” but that endangered species of architectural burlesque, the contemporary Cathedral of consumerism that is a shopping mall.
Hundreds of poor wretches scramble inside. On each heart is the hope of exchanging a wad of rapidly devaluing cash for just a little taste of Christmas cheer.
But, Lo! Who is this in the midst of this hustle-bustle, serenely enthroned, on a garish chair, in an ostentatious bright ruby-red getup?
In “normal” circumstances, such an apparently dreadful fashion sensibility would alert the style-conscious mavens of 21st-century America to the presence of mental disorder. Forthwith would commence a predictable process of social ostracization – punctuated, perhaps, with 50,000 volts bursting forth from the taser of some excitable police rookie or rent-a-cop charging forward toward the red menace like an enraged bull after a muleta.
Here however, amongst the surrounds of this luxuriantly festooned galleria, the figure decked out in a brilliant scarlet and snow-white outfit has all the animal charm of a living lodestone. The crowd is scattered about him, transfixed – like bits of iron frozen under the invisible influence of a tremendous red magnet.
And the children – how they throng the open space! Each tiny form draws slowly and inexorably in towards the jolly fat man, like a doomed little planet caught in the gravitational field of a red giant star. Most remarkably, on impact, they spill their little guts, some sobbing wildly, while others whisper secret desires into this stranger’s ear!
Is this the latest in the Nefarious Surveillance Agency’s bid to keep tabs on Americans? Is this some secret agent masquerading about, donning this absurd disguise and proffering an assumed name? Is it a modern retelling of the age-old tale of a wolf going hunting in sheep’s clothing?
No! It’s Santa Claus, of course. Alias Kris Kringle.[3] Alias Father Christmas.[4] Alias…Saint Nick! So check this out as “the jolly old elf” is cartoonized into a predatory cat licking his chops over delectable mice – or kiddies? – from Santa skeptics at MGM as early as 1935. (You may need to turn up the volume a bit on this one. Also, be sure to check the endnote to see what those movie folks were doing at their own studio Christmas parties. Adults only, please!)[5]...
I'm off to Pretoria tonight for some time with my folks - I'm going to do my best not to touch a computer for sixteen days. Merry Christmas, if you're celebrating it. Cook well, eat well and spend worthwhile time with the family. Catch you in 2015.
stefano » Fri Dec 19, 2014 6:34 am wrote:I'm off to Pretoria tonight for some time with my folks - I'm going to do my best not to touch a computer for sixteen days. Merry Christmas, if you're celebrating it. Cook well, eat well and spend worthwhile time with the family. Catch you in 2015.
Canadian_watcher » Sat Dec 22, 2012 12:03 am wrote:I am making $$ off Krampus this year. that's right, I sit in my house, and money comes in due to the folklore that I didn't invent. how's that for living the American way?
This is prototype two of this "paper" we're trying to get off the ground. It happens to be our "holiday issue". The concept is coming together, we just don't know where to get the money to get it printed in any kind of quantities. We have three Seattle based writers, a Portland writer, a here nor there SF writer and lastly a Quebec based writer. Many of us are RI members except I'm the only one who really comments here.
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi
“The purpose of studying economics is not to acquire a set of ready-made answers to economic questions, but to learn how to avoid being deceived by economists.” ― Joan Robinson
On a walk this morning along Austin's Town Lake we saw some chalk graffiti about Krampus ... my wife immediately suspected Viral Marketing! No evidence of that yet - she thought of that because there is a film coming out soon.