Hi, and welcome to the twentieth Schlock podcast. Twenty! Crazy, right? Wait, what do you mean, Schlock is back at making podcasts? I know as much about…
''The Nightmare'' is a spirit commonly found in folklore throughout many cultures. It is said to be responsible for sleep paralysis and bad dreams. In the book The Maltese…
Kennedy was my friend; I carefully selected him when I first heard about his burgeoning passion for molecular gastronomy. There were others before him, of course, and always my…
The Man in the Moon
He twists and opens his ancient mouth into the shape of a waiting grave. I stand looking into nothing.
The Lies I Tell Myself
This will seem strange, but it is also true. All of history is a lie. One hundred years ago mankind shivered naked on the cold savannah. I don’t mean this in any metaphorical…
Monsters have always been with us, and a cursory glance at both pop culture and daily news feeds, in whichever shape they may appear, suggests that in some form or other, monsters will remain with us always.
Ahead of Schlock’s ‘Monster March’ we speak to Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, Professor of English and Director of the Medieval and Early Modern Studies Institute at George Washington University. Known for dynamic and interdisciplinary studies on both the themes of monstrosity and ecology, Cohen describes how his interest in the ecological world started from an early age, developing ‘a critical vocabulary’ for monsters, and how all writing is a form of activism.
Because walls are everywhere getting higher, because gated communities as much as national borders are the new architecture, and paradoxically because our world lives for liberalism and strives on a worldwide system of exchanges, we are increasingly crossing borders.
Since 2014 is all but over (okay, it’s over), Marco does what many others do – best-of-the-year list. He actually thinks he’s the only one indulging in such a thing! Bless.
We’re happy to close what has been a colourful and productive year for Schlock with an appropriately exciting collection of short fiction and artwork.
Nowhere in any of this was a door closed or a passage blocked; not one single opening was prohibited, and therefore no hiding place was suggested.
“Come to bed. We’re safe for now.” Something in me doesn’t believe her. I check the latch on the window, then close the shades and curtain. I remove my shirt, but leave the pants. Nothing looks more ridiculous than a man running around in nothing but underwear.
Julie, Deirdre, Olivia and Prince had barely been at the rental house in the mountains for ten minutes before they accepted the fact that they were all going to die there.
Luv, I just do the chores, that’s my job. Nope, I never saw any men in her room and never saw any men climbing up the balcony, but then I take pills at night ‘cause nighttime’s for sleeping, so, me, if a bomb had to go off during the night, I wouldn’t hear it so I’m not so sure what happens at night, even though I just live a few doors down the street from her.