Thursday, April 11, 2024


Whew! I need to take a long, deep breath. Or maybe a loud, noxious fart will do. 

Been up to my orejas in the Gonzo Science Fiction, Chicano Style class for the Palabras del Pueblo Writing Workshop during which I wrote a story while delivering play by play reportage on my creative process. I also got to visit an alternate reality where I am famous, and an influence on a lot of writers in the planet-spanning reaches of the Latinoid continuum. It was great and had me feeling like I can take on all the madness that I see building up and threatening to erupt in the rest of the year. 

I don’t want to be a guru. I don’t believe in gurus. I do have experience that can help people who have chosen to take the path I have taken. I’ve been around on this merry-go-round a few times.

Meanwhile, Our Creative Realidades takes its place next to Guerrilla Mural of a Siren’s Song: 15 Gonzo Science Fiction Stories as something I've got to hype. Yes, I’m a sort of a gonzo journalist–or is it anthropologist?--from time to time. And I do know the differences between fiction, and nonfiction, sci-fi and reality. I think. Maybe I’m just a clumsy slapstick comedian.

Then there’s my novel Zyx; Or, Bring Me the Brain of Victor Theremin. Still trying to get an agent who will be willing to run it through the gauntlet of the big New York publishers because I can’t give up the dream of making a wad of cash and retiring to write my bucket list novels and do art rather than work far into my old age. Creativity can be a bitch.

I could probably find a publisher for Zyx (did I ever mention that it rhymes with sex?) in a few weeks if I didn’t care about money. Unfortunately, I need money to survive. I won’t rule it out. Like I keep saying, I keep one foot in the underground, so when the shit hits the fan, I’ll have a place to stand. What is that stuff flying around?

Speaking of novels, mine, High Aztech, Cortez on Jupiter, and Smoking Mirror Blues made David Bowles’ List of Mexican American Futurism. I’m down as Nestor Hogan, but people still get confused when you go against their handy-dandy stereotypes. Nestor, Nesto, Ernesto, I’m my perplexing Ernestoid self. Buy my books and figure it out yourself.

The election and politics are getting weirder than ever. Grotesque alternative universes battling over which one we’ll live in. Your favorite utopia d’jour ain’t one of the choices–guess what, it never is, and be careful if it seems to be. Meanwhile, I recommend voting against the guy who the Klan, the Nazis, and the governments of Russia and China want in the White House.

Ah . . . I’m feeling better. More focused. What was that I just did? Maybe it was deep breath and a fart. Is it possible to do both at once? Nah, it would probably cause serious injury, and I’m actually feeling good.

I’ll just keep doing my Ernestoid thing in the face of a future that promises to be crazier than my wildest dreams, because I have some dreams that are pretty damn wild that I haven’t shared yet.

Friday, April 5, 2024

Thursday, March 28, 2024



Maybe all Springs are going to be weird after 2020. Here in the Phoenix Metro Area it keeps warming up, delivering beautiful, sunny but mild days, then we get more rain, cooling, then it warms up again. 

Also I keep expecting something to happen, something big, and scary. Still haunted by that bizarre day I showed up for work, and two supervisors in masks were at the door, making sure they had my correct phone number, and telling me to wait for further instructions.

Besides, by the time you read this, I’ll be in the middle of my “Gonzo Science Fiction, Chicano Style” class, trying to write a story to demonstrate how I do the voodoo that I do, exposing my creative process for examination. Which will be strange because I don’t think much about it—I just do it. I never tried to be gonzo, but looking at it, it does make a handy label to put on it.

I’ve already come up with an idea. I tried not to, but all this stuff is bombarding me, bubbling over in the back of my brain . . .

It’s inspired by the election. Sorry, I couldn’t help it.

The truth is, I don’t have as much control over this as I would like to believe.

Now, some students will know, and tomorrow, the world . . .

And me, naked before it all.

We are all naked under our clothes. We are all skeletons under the skin.

It’s what I get for agreeing to play teacher. Me, one of those kids who never liked school.

Maybe I’m more of a mentor than a teacher, but then labels come and go.

It’s not up to me to explain this. I’m the phenomenon, not an observer.

And it’s another gorgeous day with a blue sky peaking through fantastic cloudscapes. For now. Meanwhile, the news is full of hellscapes worthy of Hieronymus Bosch. Have a nice day anyway.

Friday, March 22, 2024




Chicanonautica unearths a lost movie about Mayan culture, at La Bloga:

It's The Living Idol:

From the director of The Picture of Dorian Gray:

And the director of Night of the Bloody Apes:

Starring the Jaguar God himself:

Thursday, March 14, 2024


If Emily and I don’t go on a road trip every once and a while, we get cranky. We just did one up to Sedona, through Jerome, and back through Prescott. We discovered a great restaurant, a fantastic beer, and a kick-butt hot sauce, among other things. And took a lot of pictures. 

I could show them in order with a blow-by-blow record of it all, but that can get boring. It’s the mistake most people make when doing travelogues.

What I’m doing here is mixing it up, writing some sideways thoughts, and putting it all together like a surrealist collage.

Surrealism is a hundred years old. Journalists use the word to describe current events. Pay attention, mon amis, Le Revoluçión has just begun. Muhuhahahahahaha!

I love when a road trip is like exploring a surrealistic landscape. Arizona is good for that. I learned that from Mexico—it makes Salvador Dalí look like an amateur.

It can also get stark, raving sci-fi. Futurism new and old, Pre- and Post-Apocalypse scenes, impressions of intergalactic, transdimensional, and time travel.

Guess it helps to have a killer imagination.

And no drugs are needed for these kind of trips.

Like when we end up in one of those shopping centers that keep popping up along the highways that crisscross the wide open spaces. Install all the usual corporate franchises and the suburban sprawl will grow around it like a cancer.

This is probably how it’ll happen on Mars. Monstrous, sharp-toothed machines will be sent in advance, chew up the real estate, and shit out printed stores, restaurants, and parking lots. They will also build robots, who will welcome and provide customer service to the first astronauts who will argue over which fast-food joint should host their press conference.

How long before the robots will look at the humans, and ask, “What do we need them for?”

Within a generation, young “natives” will be dying of boredom, lusting after something to consume that will make them feel alive.

Meanwhile, others will be going on cosmic road trips, keeping their eyes out for the weird.

Thursday, March 7, 2024


Chicanonautica reports from Sedona and Prescott, over at La Bloga.

Post-New Age shop-a-rama:

Southwestern Art Deco splendor:

Political theater:

Is it the medium or the message?

Wednesday, February 28, 2024


Ever since Tor failed to send out review copies of High Aztech for mysterious reasons, I get anxious about reviews.

Seeing reviews, like holding a copy of a book in your hands, is more solid proof that, yes, this chingadera actually has been published. I’m a “real” writer, not some loser scribbling away for my own deranged amusement.

So far, there has only been one review of Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song: 15 Gonzo Science Fiction Stories, on Amazon, and it’s a good one:


Ernest Hogan is one of the best fiction writers you've probably never read; which is tragic, since you inevitably need more of what he has, guaranteed.

This is one of the best single author short story collections in the past decade.

There's cyberpunk, werewolves, Aztec gods, culture recomboid nuttiness, and just plain wild flights of imagination.

Non-stop fun, not a boring story in the collection.

Cheap at twice the price; Ernest makes fiction fun again!” 

- Paulie


My favorite kind of review, a string of quotable sentences. You’d be surprised how academics can write an entire paper, and not come up with one phrase that I can exploit.


Just one review, and two ratings on Amazon, and one rating on Goodreads. I need more. . .

Yeah, I understand that it takes time for professional reviewers to get around to something, but reactions are important to me. Writing isn’t alive until it’s touched someone.

Thank Tezcatlipoca for the social media. Just while I start feeling down, I get feedback.

Here are some from Facebook:


Like a Madhatter’s guided trip thru a kaleidoscope!

 - Laura Crawford

Congratulations to Ernest Hogan on his new collection of 15 gonzo science fiction stories, Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song. And I would be remiss not to mention the first edition of his novel, Smoking Mirror Blues, is still available through Wordcraft of Oregon. Read him and find much delight. 

- David Memmott 


I ordered this 3 days ago. Two days ago it was created in Monee IL and shipped, and it arrived today. Great stuff!  

- Chris DeVito

In case you were unaware, Guerrilla Mural of A Siren Song is on the BSFA Award longlist for Best Collection. 

Just bought it so I can read it before I make my nominations.

- Ole Andreas Imsen


I used the title story, "Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song," in my Alien Contact anthology, which was published by Night Shade Books in 2011. 

- Marty Halpern


I love it! Fun, offbeat tales from a Mexican future. The old Gods are made new, the old haters find new tricks, and the vatos always find a path forward. Beautiful lush prose and crazy diversity in the storylines and characters. Thank you for enlightening and entertaining me. Your intros offer a revealing look into your twisted mind and in themselves are worth the price of the book.

 - Tom Banger


It's apparently Ernest Hogan day at the US Latinx Science Fiction Collection, and why not? His collection arrived among new books bought for archiving. It's been longlisted for Best Collection by the British Science Fiction Association and the stories I already know here are excellent--you should get your hands on it! I was also responding to edits on a chapter I wrote for Los Angeles: A Literary History, forthcoming from Cambridge University Press, on Science Fiction in SoCal. I was happy to point to native son Hogan’s achievements--his novel Cortez on Jupiter (1990) is the first US Latinx sf novel from a major genre press--beside local sf luminaries from the LA Sprawl like Octavia Butler and Ray Bradbury. I'll be teaching his funny and profound "Chicanonautica Manifesto" next week in my Afro- and Latinxfuturisms course this term. And I know a student will pick this book for an assigned end of term video review! I advise you to check this book out! 

- David Sandner

Meanwhile, keep those comments coming.

Thursday, February 22, 2024


Chicanonautica is about me on Gómez-Peña’s Mex Files, at La Bloga.

Chicano . . .

Latino . . .


The Other Sci-Fi!