Thursday, August 10, 2017
It started with a tweet from Public Domain Review that really snagged my eyeballs.
I retweeted, got curious, and did some Googling—I mean investigating.
Turns out it's not an obscure proto-surrealist, but Frederick Ruysch, a 17th century Dutch anatomist who pioneered the preservation of bodies and parts by injecting them with liquid wax.
He made actual dioramas, and others drew them.
Ain't the social media wonderful?
Friday, August 4, 2017
Thursday, July 27, 2017
All the way across Phoenix to Tempe, cranes loomed over construction. Also new office and apartment buildings shined across the landscape. The dream of making the Metro Phoenix Area into Silicon Valley colony was going full-steam ahead.
Emily and I were off to WesterCon 70/Conalope/LepreCon 43. We had her upcoming novel, Medusa Uploaded, and some anthologies--Five to the Future, with stories by both of us, plus Latin@Rising, and Altermundos featuring stuff by me--to tell the fans about. It had been a while since we had been to a local con, and I was curious to see how things had evolved. How was old school fandom getting along with new, improved nerd/geek culture?
For one thing, the gentrification extended all the way across the canal to Mill Ave. We had to figure out the Mission Palms Hotel’s high tech parking lot gizmos--hey, techies! We could really use screens for these things that can be read in the Arizona sun!
There were more members of graying fandom than young nerds. It was a quieter, smaller version of the conventions of old. Though now and then there would be a serious kid with tattoos and/or blue green hair, taking notes.
People recognized us and told us how they loved our work. At most of the panels I was on, the focus was books, writers, and stories rather than franchises.
Em was on a panel about traditional versus self or indie publishing. I was reminded that things are changing, and--as usual--I wasn't sure where I fit into the equation. And I’m disturbed at how a lot of writers these days are getting locked into a self-inflicted rat race in which they aren’t making money or even having fun.
We had dinner a Rúla Búla, an Irish pub/restaurant, right next to the hotel, with our mad scientist friend and his DNA analyst wife. I had the corned beef and cabbage in honor of my Irish heritage. Emily had macaroni and cheese with a side order of sweet potato fries.
Em had to work Monday, so I took the light rail from the Heard Museum to the con. Phoenix looks different from inside the train--more like an airless, sun-blasted futuristic metropolis than a wide-open sprawl. I had a blurred view through the sun-screened windows of a lot of sparkling, new buildings. The riders were mostly young, “multicultural” and tickling electronic gadgets. The air-conditioning strained all the way.
The future has arrived in Phoenix. The shock will follow. Soon.
At the con,the heat made the courtyard unlivable. I stood indoors.
Back at the Heard, I checked out the Museum Shop, where I saw things that were more amazing than anything in the convention art show. Fantasy artists, open your eyes. Especially in Arizona.
The science panels were well attended. A lot of these fans are working on space technology.We got to make paper stabilizing rockets, and saw a PowerPoint presentation on interstellar propulsion from a guy who works for a local tech business. Just what kind of gentrification are we in for?
I was on panels with writers like Connie Willis, Linda Addison, Weston Osche, Yvonne Navarro, Gini Koch, J.L. Doty, and we finally got to meet Cynthia Ward. Got to talk about humor, diversity, and the Southwest/Aztlán as a location for fantastic fiction. The people in the audience seemed to give a damn. Can’t ask for much more than that.
I felt good as we ate again with the mad scientist and his wife, this time at Med Fresh Grill, where the waiter could actually rock the man-bun look. The police had blocked off Mill Ave. Crowds were filling the streets. It was the Fourth of July. Block party time.
We saw a lot of fireworks over Phoenix on the drive home, to the west side, across the railroad tracks, where the gentry still fear to tread. It smelled and sounded like a war zone, except for the music. A neighbor kept playing “Stars and Stripes Forever” over and over. It would have been an ideal night for the UFOs to sneak in.
Friday, July 21, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
The season of deadly heat had begun when our nephew arrived from California to bask in Aunt Emily's and Uncle Ernest’s vast knowledge accumulated by being professional writers. Too make sure he survived the visit we took him up north.
It was cooler up in volcano country. A less threatening environment for an aspiring young writer. Em had researched bookstores in the area, and the lad could use a quick course in cherchez le weird and zen and the art of the road trip.
As we approached Flagstaff, there was a sign: ICE MAY BE PRESENT ON THE ROADWAY.
And in front of a hotel: NO TRAIN NOISE . . . MARTIANS WELCOME.
We stopped at Montezuma’s Castle and Well, even though both were abandoned long before the Aztec emperor was born. Looks like the names have been changed to protect the ignorant.
And we avoided the town with rumors of white supremacists, human sacrifice, and cannibalism.
It was hot rod night when we had dinner at the Galaxy Diner. There was also a singing cowboy on duty.
The next morning in Sedona, we had breakfast and I got my buckwheat-pancakes fix at the Coffee Pot. Part of the snake that one of the kachinas was holding was broken. They either need to have it repaired, or paint the ends red, and put another drop near the kachina’s mouth.
Later, in Prescott, I saw some bathroom graffiti: PEACE 2 THE WORLD.
Montezuma St., AKA Whisky Row, is now hipster central. The ghosts of the rowdy cowboys who raised hell in the saloons that once lined the street would be amused. Now there are a lot of antique shops, and places to eat and drink. We had iced tea and root beer floats in a place called the Devil’s Pantry.
We stood at the Apache Lodge, a relic from the pre-motel and interstate highway days. It was built to look like an adobe outpost in 1946. Wooden Indians guarded the front door, and ancient prostitution licenses decorated the office.
The next morning, we had breakfast at the Lone Spur Cafe amid the murals and Wild West artifacts. A stuffed buffalo head watched over us. I recommend the huevos rancheros.
We took the scenic route back to Phoenix. The car was overflowing with books. It was a successful trip.
Our nephew proved to be at home in places arranged to accommodate stacks of books rather than human bodies. Once he found the classics and literature he was happy. His tastes are more highbrow than mine—I usually turn to that stuff when it appeals to prurient interests.
He does also like Edgar Rice Burroughs and Edgar Wallace.
We even found some more bookstores once we got back to Phoenix.
By the time we took him back to the airport, we were headed for more record-breaking temperatures.
Friday, July 7, 2017
Thursday, June 29, 2017
One of my most popular Mondo Ernesto posts is DéjàVu in a Sci-Fi Divesity Time Warp. It's gotten a lot of hits over the years and people keep checking up on it. I’m not sure why. It could be that the whole sci-fI diversity thing is still a hot topic--echoing the déjà vu all over again.
It could also be that one of the images used to make my point went missing, and a handful of determined readers keep checking to see if it’s back.
I’ve been checking too, and for years there’s been no sign of it in the interwebs.
We can only speculate as to why.
Fortunately, I found, and bought a copy of the first edition of Steve Barnes’ Streetlethal, I scanned it myself, and put it back on the post, so once again we can see how the hero was de-Africanized.
Are we diverse yet?
Friday, June 23, 2017
Friday, June 9, 2017
I love it when they have their own videos:
It's a young adult novel about mad scientists:
This Dr. Frankenstein and his teenage son are Mexicans:
And watch out for the Vampira/chola/goth girl:
Friday, June 2, 2017
These are my contributor copies of Altermundos: Latin@ Speculative Literature,Film, and Popular Culture edited by Cathryn Josefina Merla-Watson and B.V. Olguín. It features my artwork and “Chicanonautica Manifesto”--in which I declare that “Chicano is a science fiction state of being”--plus Daoine S. Bachran's “From Code to Codex: Tricksterizing the Digital Divide in Ernest Hogan's Smoking Mirror Blues” and other essays that mention and discuss my work and otherwise make me look like somekinda Chicano sci-fi chingón.
It's also cock full of stuff that proves that visions of the future and traditions of wild imagination aren't the intellectual property of English-speaking heterosexual white men. I've started reading it, and am hooked. I'm also rethinking my concepts of the directions and possibilities of Latinoid civilization in the 21st century.
Maybe the Intergalactic Barrio is only the beginning . . .
Friday, May 26, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
Even in this age of the ebook, there's nothing like feeling a book in your hands with your words in it. That's why I'm delighted to announce that Five to the Future, is also available in paperback, and in stock at Amazon.
It includes a new novelette—both a dystopia based on current events, as well as a phantasmagorical Chicano futuristic vision--by me.
There's also one by my wife, the fabulous Emily Devenport. And Cynthia Ward, Arthur Byron Cover, and editor M. Christian.
(And, pssst! Don't tell anybody, but for the time being, if you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get the ebook for FREE!)
If you're interested in reviewing it, please do. You can still be the first to do it on Amazon. Or get in touch with M. Christian.
I'm reading it right now, and would be praising it, even if I weren't a contributor.
Friday, May 12, 2017
As usual, a history lesson is in order:
For those of you who don't believe in the gun-toting, blackfaced transvestites:
Meanwhile, corporate recomboculture mutates on:
And there is fear, and loathing:
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Good reviews for High Aztech keep coming in! The latest is in Strange Horizons, written by Dara Downey, who lectures at Trinity College Dublin and University College Dublin. And I'm delighted that there are some quotes that I can exploit for my nefarious purposes:
Ernest Hogan’s High Aztech is in many ways a hybrid creature—a mixture of the hard-boiled cyberpunk associated with William R. Gibson and his ilk, and a reasonably optimistic fantasy about the end of religious intolerance.
. . . the emphasis on globalisation, on post-secularism, and on a riotous celebration of cultural relativism also feels very relevant, even urgent, in a world seeing the return of far-right sensibilities and serious back-pedaling on environmental and socially progressive issues. The book is therefore both very much of its time and remarkably prescient, not to mention really very enjoyable . . .
Like Victor Frankenstein’s creation, High Aztech is a queasy patchwork of genres and ideas that combine to make something radical, unsettling, and quite possibly monstrous, but by no means in a bad way.
For this reviewer at least, this linguistic and stylistic labyrinth is a large part of the book’s ideological thrust—and indeed its charm.
Friday, April 28, 2017
Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga, announces Altermundos, still another anthology that I'm in. This time there's stuff about my work, too.
The cover is based on a Jesús Helguera painting:
And it covers a whole lotta Latinoid culture that's getting speculative:
Of course fantastic Latinoid visions are nothing new:
Maybe those visions are the future:
Monday, April 17, 2017
That's right. You can get down and dirty with entities from other worlds for just $1.99!
Well, actually, it's the Kindle and epub versions of the anthology Alien Contact edited by Marty Halpern that's on sale for $1.99.
It includes my story "Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song," that I later exploded into my first novel Cortez on Jupiter. A little piece of Chicano sci-fi history that you may have missed. Resistance is futile, I tell you.
And if that isn't enough, there are also stories by a whole lot of science fiction masters, who will make this worth your bucks even if I'm not your favorite writer. Just look at that cover! Those names!
This sale won't go on forever, so do it now!
Friday, April 14, 2017
I stole the title from the intro to a Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs song:
It was inspired by our newfangled sci-fi reality:
And other possibilities:
It's a real “a Chicano fiesta of multicultural caliente salsa:”
Monday, April 10, 2017
My wife, the fabulous Emily Devenport (pictured above with the Mongolian Death Worm) is at it again. Look at this announcement she posted on Facebook:
Many thanks to Neil, because having my story available online helped to clinch the sale. : )
Here's a link to that original novelette in Clarkesworld.
Stay tuned for more details!