Withersin’s Damned Interview with:

 

Eric Del Carlo

A writer of the whatever-sticks-to-the-wall school of literary predisposition.  I love speculative fiction, fantasy, horror and what comes out of the pot when these are brought to a rolling boil.  Fiction must have heart, and I hold myself and everyone else to that standard.

 

List published works:

Wartorn:  Resurrection and Wartorn:  Obliteration, non-humorous fantasy novels written with Robert Asprin.  My short fiction has appeared over the years in Talebones, Happy, Figment, After Hours, various Circlet Press anthologies and other publications.  A novella of mine will be out later this year from Loose Id.

 

List website:

Ain’t got one.

 

How can we contact you?

Séance or skywriting.  But I will put up a website before the year is out.

 

 

In your own words, define Withersin.

My understanding is that it is a publication of some sort.  A fine one, I’m sure. [Lordy, I hope these folk have a sense of humor.]

 

If you were a sideshow act, what would you be?

[Apparently they do.]

 

What is your greatest non-literary influence?

Bob Dylan.  Songs like “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues”, “Visions of Joahanna”, “Jokerman” and “Ain’t Talkin’” are jolts of creative adrenaline to anyone with a love of words.

 

Describe your most irrational fear.

Locking myself out of my home.  [Or that’s the most reasonable and practical fear ever.]

 

How about your most guilty pleasure?

I’m afraid I am not sufficiently Catholic to feel guilt over my pleasures.

 

Name the most disturbing nursery rhyme/fairy tale you can recall.

Isn’t “Ring around the Rosie’s” supposedly Black Death themed singsong a gimme for this category?

 

Do you eat meat?

Yes.

 

What were the skies like when you were young?

Wind-blown slate grey, tuned to San Francisco’s perpetual 55 degrees.

 

Name your favorite garden tool.

[I get it now.  This is quirky.]

 

Name your least favorite color, first job and worst job.

Puce (strictly because of the sound of the word), clerk, busboy.

 

Favorite:  Author, Movie, Music Group, Song, and Quote.

Harlan Ellison, O Lucky Man!, The Boomtown Rats, “Under Pressure” by Queen

and David Bowie, “Moe is their leader.”  (Homer Simpson’s profound observation regarding the Three Stooges.)

 

If you were a loaf of bread what kind would you be?

[Gosh, I don’t want to get this one wrong…]

 

Weirdest news you have read in your local newspaper:

Not to be snarky but I’ve honestly never looked at my local paper.

 

Why horror?

Because taffeta wrinkles so easily.

 

Here's a photo. (seen on Interview main page)

“INEDIBLE NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN FOOD

You have 112 words. Go.

It’s a tease.  They roll the trucks past our compound, spaced at appetite specific intervals, when everybody inside the wire is screaming from hunger.  They like our vehicles, like the coughing exhaust, the thrum of tires on pavement.  How crude it must be to them, how childish—like playing with your kids’ toys on Christmas morning.  The trucks look like the trucks they deliver our slop in, and when they come into view, it’s riot time.  Scabby fingers wind themselves into the chain-link, bony limbs stir.  A great chalky cry goes up.  Then the truck makes the curve, and we see what’s stenciled on the ass of it.  Heartbreak overwhelms hunger, briefly.

 

 

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