Snippets of the Hunt for Weird
Dear Diary:
Today encountered 77th supposedly classic iteration of the formula in which, on the very last page, the supernatural makes its entrance on the wings of the following:
“Why, I was delighted to meet and have a splendid conversation with your mother/ father/ wife/ son/ daughter/ brother/ sister/ gardener/ plumber/ consierge/ frog the other day in that little abandoned room far from all the light fixtures!”
“What? Why, my mother/ father/ wife/ son/ daughter/ brother/ sister/ gardener/ plumber/ consierge/ frog has been dead for years!” (Or, “What? Why I have no mother/ father/ wife/ son/ daughter/ brother/ sister/ gardener/ plumber/ consierge/ frog and have lived alone for years!”)
Ann: “Jeff, some writers are underrated for a reason.”
48 comments on “Snippets of the Hunt for Weird”
Wait. You can do that one with a FROG?
Uh, excuse me. I have urgent business to attend to.
(leaves, suddenly)
Oh, yes…*especially* with a frog.
You’ve just started a trend for frog-shaped stories. Scalzi’s will contain bacon.
well, my first book was The Book of Frog, after all:
http://www.amazon.com/book-frog-Jeff-VanderMeer/dp/B000724WLO
Nothin’ but frogs. 200 copies. First year of college, I believe.
Jeff
This original version is still sort of effective:
“Sorry, God, Eve and I were just talking to this serpent… Wait, where’d he…?”
“I NEVER CREATED A SERPENT!”
THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE.
…AND IT’S THE FROG…
Not the Frawg?
…and that is why I still hear the ribbits. The ribbits in the walls.
Whatever you do, DON’T GO DOWN THERE.
JT–you made me snort coffee.
Kit–i am convinced that some writers have evolved extra folds in their brains just from having to concentrate so hard on coming up with reasons why people should DEFINITELY GO DOWN THERE.
You have to GO DOWN THERE, if you don’t GO DOWN THERE, there’s no denouement! DON’T YOU WANT TO BE RESOLVED?
PS: I resent this post, as I’ve fairly recently “done this one” with a chicken (http://www.greenpunk.net/?p=76), but now I see I could have substituted just about anything and the story would not have changed . . . however, I think we could, ah, better discuss the revelation of this tired plot structure if you could just COME DOWN HERE, Jeff. That’s it, watch that first step. Go ahead, it’s perfectly safe DOWN THERE.
I just want to know how many of the stories read involved a garden slug in a prominent role. Those are certainly some weird creatures.
More salamanders than anything.
On another subject, it’s also amazing how many people think just sticking a hunchback in a story makes it fantastical, but we see through that gambit.
Crabs.There should be more stories about crabs.Specially the round ones that live in the sea and walk sideways( which just might be the best way to walk through life).
We have found some interesting crab stories in some Tartarus editions.
I’m afraid the staid ghost story isn’t finding much traction with us. We’re tending to define “weird” as more in your face than that but less pulpy, too. There’s an interesting intersection of stories from “literary” and “pulp” sources that display true originality and strangeness, with just the right amount of life, drama, imagination, etc.
Jeff
in a word, Alchemy, right?
Heh. It’s just interesting how it’s playing out. There’s a “know it when we see it” kind of thing going on, and then a more formal “these are the common themes/approaches we’re seeing”. It’s the opposite of taking a position or creating a thesis and then finding things that fit. We’re examining all of the evidence and letting it dictate, which is a longer and more grueling process but should result in a better process.
One thing I have to say from our most recent reading: Caitlin R. Kiernan has produced some of the best weird fiction of the last 20 years, and it’s going to be a bear getting it down to just one story to represent that.
Cheat.Take two of hers.I’m sure she has a handy pseudonym somewhere :)
we’ll keep the secret.
(note to self: must read C.R. Kiernan)
Ghost frogs are my favorite trope!
In reading for a book of old stories that I was proposing to a certain publisher, I also found that about 20 percent had the same plot line. Which is convenient, because usually you can just trash them right away. Occassionaly however, despite a bad plot line, the writing is so good that it is worth reading. The only ghost stories I have ever truly enjoyed however are those by Algernon Blackwood and Oliver Onions.
Ha! Julie, now I want to write a ghost frog story. I did have a kind-of ghost frog in the form of a Bloat Toad in my Vance story in that Songs from the Dying Earth antho, but it’s not really the same thing.
The singing frog from Bugs Bunny was weird, immortal, and maddeningly shy. ” send me a kiss by wire,baby my hearts on fire”.
Charles Fort’s falling frogs. Heleophrynidae?
Oh dear. Now we can do a three-volume set: Squidpunk, Sporepunk, and Frogpunk. Oh dear.
Taking deep breath. About to dive into the entirety of Lovecraft’s short fiction. Ai ai shuggoth penguin!
Oh dear. Squidpunk. Sporepunk. Frogpunk. Penguinpunk.
Please, someone for the love of gawd email me with an offer to fund these projects…
Jeffrog
It begins to sound like Streampunk
there are no such thing as ghost frogs, they are the spawn of kthermit
You couldn’t because of madness
Ghost frogs leave no sign of their presence. Ghost frogs exist in five dimensions at once and this is why they are so still. It takes so much concentration to exist in so many places simultaneously. But this doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking.
James–snorted coffee because of you.
Ghost frogs have enormous eyes, eyes that are as large as their entire bodies, because they are looking so intently at the spirit world, and the more spirits they see the larger their eyes become. Eventually, their eyes grow so large and filled with spirit-sightings that they become like balloons and the ghost frogs float up to the spirit-world, their tiny bodies dangling below, gaze fixed on that which they will soon become part of.
Ghost frogs form the firmament of heaven. You tread upon their eyes, but it feels like you’re walking on large, firm bubbles. And yet always the ground is watching you. You can do nothing in heaven without a ghost frog knowing about it.
Crap. Now I gotta go write a ghost frog story. Thanks a lot.
It can also be enjoyed as a beverage
If you’re talking about the honeygrass soda drink with what tastes like tadpoles at the bottom, I agree!
Erm, it now appears the Ghost Frawg fragments will be ingested by my monstrous story Komodo. Komodos travel through all of the altworlds by means of the chemical in their poison glands. But they need sentinels at the portals…and for that they need the ghost frogs.
To search for the Ghost Frog, or heleophryne (not to be confused with the 4th century BC prostitute of the same name), one only needs to pay a visit to the rivers and crashing waterfalls of Botswana.
Ha! That’s certainly one ghost frog. And if you’re not pulling one of my eight tentacles, I’ll check it out to incorporate some research, perhaps.
Jeff
“I would never do that,” as the marigold said to the elk when he suggested she drop her petals.
It must be confusing, to blink in 5 dimensions at once.Or have they evolved eyeball-licking tongues?
Their tongues are made of eyeballs.
And the spirit sightings are their nourishment? yummy.
And their eyeballs are made of tongues. They’re multipurposing fiends.
With multiforked eye-tongue-eyes?
You are setting up quite a challenge for the illustrator.
This frogs would have made Lovecraft queasy.
But please write it.
I can’t wait to hear about their frog poetry.
There’s no poetry for the ghost frogs. But they are forever in mental contact with their many ghost tadpoles, and the gathering of the lines of inquiry from the tadpoles to the ghost frog form an incoming stream that’s like a continual recitation of a constantly changing sestina.
It must sound like innumerable tiny uillian pipes playing in unison.Each to its own variation.
I wonder if there are any hunchback ghost frog-salamander-slug stories floating about, since apparently hunchback stories are so passé now…
Leonora Carrington’s quite interesting. Had only read her novels before.
“I just read your story about the ghost frog. Twist ending. Good stuff.”
“But I never wrote a story about a ghost frog!”
[ominous music sting]
*waits for Dramatic Frog to turn its head*
Speaking of frogs. Here’s some frogs cakes for you, Jeff!
http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2010/03/frogs-talk-back.html
woot!
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