Squidpunk…It Might Just Be Go-Time?…

Jeff VanderMeer • March 20th, 2010 @ 12:50 pm • News


(NOTE–This is a FAKE cover from an April Fool’s joke. Contributor list NOT actual. NOTHING is actual. Funsies. Funsies, people.)

I’m not at liberty yet to say who’s doing Squidpunk, but it’s looking more and more possible as a trade paperback. (Is it through Ministry of Whimsy? Maaaybe.)

Since this project does seem to be lurching forward once we’ve cleared some other deadlines, what’re your favorite horror or fantasy stories in some way featuring squid, octopi, cuttlefish, or cephalopods in general? From, say, the last 200 years. Just, y’know, because you’ve got nothing better to do…

(PS Finch made it through to round 2 of BSC’s book tourney–go vote against me and take me out of this silly-fest. John Finch would like some rest, thank you very much.)

22 Responses to “Squidpunk…It Might Just Be Go-Time?…”

  1. Brendan Connell says:

    Most of my favourite cephy stories are at least a couple thousand years old :(

  2. Jeff VanderMeer says:

    Dr. Black hasn’t really encountered squid or octopoids yet, except on his plate, has he?

  3. Brendan Connell says:

    I am not sure, I would have to ask him….

  4. Steve Burnett says:

    A. C. Clarke’s 1960s short story “The Shining Ones”?

  5. Corey Redekop says:

    Were there any cephalopods in The Shadow Over Innsmouth? Feels like there were.

  6. Saladin says:

    As always, Melville delivers — and, thanks to the public domain, delivers for free! Chapter 59 from Moby Dick:

    Chapter 59 – Squid

    Slowly wading through the meadows of brit, the Pequod still held on her way north-eastward towards the island of Java; a gentle air impelling her keel, so that in the surrounding serenity her three tall tapering masts mildly waved to that languid breeze, as three mild palms on a plain. And still, at wide intervals in the silvery night, the lonely, alluring jet would be seen.

    But one transparent blue morning, when a stillness almost preternatural spread over the sea, however unattended with any stagnant calm; when the long burnished sun-glade on the waters seemed a golden finger laid across them, enjoining some secrecy; when the slippered waves whispered together as they softly ran on; in this profound hush of the visible sphere a strange spectre was seen by Daggoo from the main-mast-head.

    In the distance, a great white mass lazily rose, and rising higher and higher, and disentangling itself from the azure, at last gleamed before our prow like a snow-slide, new slid from the hills. Thus glistening for a moment, as slowly it subsided, and sank. Then once more arose, and silently gleamed. It seemed not a whale; and yet is this Moby Dick? thought Daggoo. Again the phantom went down, but on re-appearing once more, with a stiletto-like cry that startled every man from his nod, the negro yelled out- “There! there again! there she breaches! right ahead! The White Whale, the White Whale!”

    Upon this, the seamen rushed to the yard-arms, as in swarming-time the bees rush to the boughs. Bare-headed in the sultry sun, Ahab stood on the bowsprit, and with one hand pushed far behind in readiness to wave his orders to the helmsman, cast his eager glance in the direction indicated aloft by the outstretched motionless arm of Daggoo.

    Whether the flitting attendance of the one still and solitary jet had gradually worked upon Ahab, so that he was now prepared to connect the ideas of mildness and repose with the first sight of the particular whale he pursued; however this was, or whether his eagerness betrayed him; whichever way it might have been, no sooner did he distinctly perceive the white mass, than with a quick intensity he instantly gave orders for lowering.

    The four boats were soon on the water; Ahab’s in advance, and all swiftly pulling towards their prey. Soon it went down, and while, with oars suspended, we were awaiting its reappearance, lo! in the same spot where it sank, once more it slowly rose. Almost forgetting for the moment all thoughts of Moby Dick, we now gazed at the most wondrous phenomenon which the secret seas have hitherto revealed to mankind. A vast pulpy mass, furlongs in length and breadth, of a glancing cream-color, lay floating on the water, innumerable long arms radiating from its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of anacondas, as if blindly to catch at any hapless object within reach. No perceptible face or front did it have; no conceivable token of either sensation or instinct; but undulated there on the billows, an unearthly, formless, chance-like apparition of life.

    As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed- “Almost rather had I seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!”

    “What was it, Sir?” said Flask.

    “The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld, and returned to their ports to tell of it.”

    But Ahab said nothing; turning his boat, he sailed back to the vessel; the rest as silently following.

    Whatever superstitions the sperm whalemen in general have connected with the sight of this object, certain it is, that a glimpse of it being so very unusual, that circumstance has gone far to invest it with portentousness. So rarely is it beheld, that though one and all of them declare it to be the largest animated thing in the ocean, yet very few of them have any but the most vague ideas concerning its true nature and form; notwithstanding, they believe it to furnish to the sperm whale his only food. For though other species of whales find their food above water, and may be seen by man in the act of feeding, the spermaceti whale obtains his whole food in unknown zones below the surface; and only by inference is it that any one can tell of what, precisely, that food consists. At times, when closely pursued, he will disgorge what are supposed to be the detached arms of the squid; some of them thus exhibited exceeding twenty and thirty feet in length. They fancy that the monster to which these arms belonged ordinarily clings by them to the bed of the ocean; and that the sperm whale, unlike other species, is supplied with teeth in order to attack and tear it.

    There seems some ground to imagine that the great Kraken of Bishop Pontoppodan may ultimately resolve itself into Squid. The manner in which the Bishop describes it, as alternately rising and sinking, with some other particulars he narrates, in all this the two correspond. But much abatement is necessary with respect to the incredible bulk he assigns it.

    By some naturalists who have vaguely heard rumors of the mysterious creature, here spoken of, it is included among the class of cuttle-fish, to which, indeed, in certain external respects it would seem to belong, but only as the Anak of the tribe.

  7. Jeff VanderMeer says:

    Heh. That’s awesome Saladin.

  8. Adam Callaway says:

    Shark God vs Octopus God was a very cool story. I vote for that one.

  9. Dave Nelson says:

    OMFG! I nominate my boss, Poor Mojo’s Giant Squid: http://www.squid.poormojo.org (also, there’s a pretty wicked awe-full trans-dimensional cosmic tentacle monster at the climax of Stephen King’s “Crouch End”).

  10. Tehani Wessely says:

    Siren Beat, by Tansy Rayner Roberts (from Twelfth Planet Press, 2009). Australian urban fantasy with tentacles and selkies!

  11. Sovay says:

    Since this project does seem to be lurching forward once we’ve cleared some other deadlines, what’re your favorite horror or fantasy stories in some way featuring squid, octopi, cuttlefish, or cephalopods in general

    Caitlín R. Kiernan’s “The Ammonite Violin.”

    (We co-wrote a story, “In the Praying Windows,” which has tentacles.)

    Lovecraft’s “The Call of Cthulhu,” of course.

    If excerpts are acceptable, the relevant passages with the giant squid (octopus, poulpe, whatever) from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and the Watcher in the Water from The Fellowship of the Ring. I could also swear there’s a story of Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser where they fight a monstrous octopus, but I can’t remember which one—”Their Mistress, the Sea”? “When the Sea-King’s Away”?

    Does Tennyson’s “The Kraken” count?

  12. Caleb Wilson says:

    I read Victor Hugo’s Toilers of the Sea recently, which has an awesome octopus battle at the end. It’s a great book all around.

  13. Brendan Connell says:

    Caleb: Agreed on Toilers of the Sea. A fantastic book….

  14. Jack Haringa says:

    I’d put in a vote for Tim Lebbon’s “The Stuff of Stars, Leaking” from the Children of Cthulhu anthology.

  15. Corey Redekop says:

    If I could be the paperback author of MEGA SHARK VS. GIANT OCTOPUS, I’d do it.

    Also, SENSE AND SENSIBILITY AND SEA MONSTERS seems to crawl with the little fellers.

  16. Jonathan Wood says:

    Wait… seriously?

  17. Ennis Drake says:

    I’d wait for the punch line, Jonathan . . . last time I took Jeff seriously about Squidpunk, it turned out to be a joke. I still harbor a little resentment over that; so much so that I openly boast (insert foot in mouth) that I can still write the best fucking Squidpunk story you’ve ever seen . . .

  18. Jeff VanderMeer says:

    No no–this is in fact true this time.

  19. James Kenyon says:

    Here’s one I got from the Science Fiction book club, in 1979, a squid book via snail mail, Bob Shaw’s “Medusa’s Children”. Smart Squid, Crafty Calamari, Sentient Cephalopods…

  20. Nobbit says:

    The image it conjures up may may not be pure cephalopod (there is a flipper and neck) , but it’s my favorite sea monster story – Rudyard Kipling’s “A Matter of Fact”

  21. Ione Pecore says:

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  22. Lance Gram says:

    Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, quite possibly the scariest movie ever. The movie follows a writer (Jack Nicholson) and his family who agree to watch over a hotel while it is closed for the winter.

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