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WHEN WE CEASE TO UNDERSTAND THE WORLD by Benjamin Labatut

October 28, 2024 by Craig DiLouie Leave a Comment

In Benjamin Labatut’s WHEN WE CEASE TO UNDERSTAND THE WORLD, we are given an extraordinary literary tapestry revealing the connections between science and consequence, madness and genius, and knowledge and oblivion.

This is not typically written, somewhere between an essay and a novel, a work of creative nonfiction that explores the brilliant minds and tortured souls of some of early twentieth century’s most brilliant scientists. With a quick pace that had me turning pages as if it was a thriller, Labatut shows us major discoveries in mathematics and physics and what they meant. The personalities are compelling, tortured geniuses for the most part, raising the old question of whether madness produces genius or if it’s the other way around. A novel of theme, the primary exploration is knowledge and the toll this takes on people and societies, with vast leaps in human understanding of the universe contrasted against the backdrop of two global wars and the rise of fascism. It all leads to the boldest leap into triumph and tragedy as several men carve out quantum physics, upending centuries of physics and showing that the pinnacle of knowledge may mean knowing nothing for certain.

Overall, WHEN WE CEASE TO UNDERSTAND was different than most books I’ve read and a fascinating story not only of science and what it costs but of the geniuses who shook the world.

Filed Under: Books, Cool Science, MEDIA YOU MIGHT LIKE, SCIENCE, The Blog

A BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL ETERNAL WORLD by James Chambers

October 28, 2024 by Craig DiLouie Leave a Comment

In A BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL ETERNAL WORLD, horror author James Chambers provides a new collection of Lovecraftian stories, each hitting a different dark note.

I’d read Chambers’s ENGINES OF SACRIFICE on a lark a few years back and loved it. I say “lark” for two reasons: One, I tend to read novels far more often than I do novellas and short stories, an art form I’m still learning to appreciate as time passes. Second, all the stories were based on the Lovecraft mythos, and I’m weird in that I love everything Lovecraft except reading the actual stories.

With these two collections, Chambers in my honest opinion improves on the original, giving me all the mystery and cosmic horror I love but told through the lens of modern prose and contemporary stories. Each is highly distinct, creating flavors of horror both cosmic and grisly. In A BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL ETERNAL WORLD, the unifying device is a fishing town called Knicksport, where weird things happen, and they might happen to you.

Overall, this collection is a lot of fun and highly recommended if you’re interested in a fresh and thoughtful take on the Lovecraft mythos.

Filed Under: Apocalyptic, APOCALYPTIC/HORROR, Books, MEDIA YOU MIGHT LIKE, Reviews of Other Books, The Blog

ARMOR Diorama

September 26, 2024 by Craig DiLouie 1 Comment

Hardcore military history buff and U.S. military veteran Andy Watts, a fan of my ARMOR series, recently honored the series by creating a model diorama of Bull, the battered Sherman tank, battling German Panthers in the town of Birk.

It’s a beautiful piece of work:

Here’s a closeup of Bull, the battered but formidable Sherman tank:

Andy also created an online role-playing game based on the crew of a Sherman tank, with some of its adventures inspired by ARMOR:

You can check out their adventures HERE.

Seriously, I can’t tell you how cool it is to see this series provide inspiration and fuel for so much creativity and fun.

Here’s the section in ARMOR that describes the battle at the crossroads in Birk:

As Bull approached Birk, the fog still clung to the earth. Finally, the town’s outskirts emerged in dark, misty shapes.

“Creepy,” Tank Sergeant Charles Emerson Wade muttered at his periscope.

He’d clapped at the news he might end up stuck in the field so long he’d miss whatever action B Company was rolling into, but now he missed being surrounded by a massive amount of friendly firepower.

The town looked eerie, deserted, haunted.

“I’m not getting through to the platoon or company,” Russo said. Bull’s radio had a limited range.

“Maybe they rolled through already,” Payne said.

“Or they got lost,” Wade said. “I’m surprised we found it.”

“Nice and slow, Payne,” the commander ordered.

“Roger that,” came the earnest reply.

Bull crept into the small town, which showed signs of bomb damage and occupation by the 120th Infantry Regiment. Fog and smoke shrouded the buildings, some of which smoldered. Scattered by an artillery strike, gear littered the road, a jeep stood outside a cobbler’s shop.

No bodies, no people. Eerie, indeed.

Gunfire erupted again in the southeast, joining the never-ending distant chorus of the Wehrmacht counterattack up and down the line. Wade let go the breath he’d been holding. They were behind the front line. Still…

“I have a bad feeling,” he said.

“Don’t even say it,” Swanson warned. Wade knew the loader believed he was somehow responsible when his dire predictions came true.

“Quit it,” Woolworth said over the interphone, his voice edged with panic. “If you guys start losing it, I’m really going to lose it.”

“Thought you knew better and was chomping at the bit,” the loader gloated.

“Here’s a story,” Wade said. “Cassandra was a priestess of Apollo at Troy. When he visited, he traded a kiss for the gift of prophecy. When she saw him helping to destroy Troy, she spit in his face. He retaliated by cursing her so that she could see the future, but nobody would believe anything she said. After the Greeks abandoned the siege, she warned the Trojans the wooden horse the Greeks left behind was filled with enemy warriors waiting to sneak out and open the gates, but they didn’t believe her, and Troy was destroyed.”

“Enough, Wade,” Russo said. “Don’t feed the bear.”

“Actually, I like the Greek stories,” Swanson said. “They make you think.”

Wade warmed to the praise. “I’m glad you like them.”

“My curse is each day I wake up, and I have to listen to you. I’m like Prometheus, and you’re like the big vulture who comes to make his gut hurt.”

“Eagle,” he corrected.

“How about everybody button their lip?” Russo said. “Payne, drive on. The fog is starting to let up. I can see the crossroads.”

The assembly area. No Company B.

“Where the hell is everybody?”

“We should find a safe place to wait,” Wade suggested.

“Yeah, that’s not a bad—” Russo turned in the cupola. “Hang on. Somebody’s yelling at us. I can’t make out what he’s saying.”

Wade glared through his scope, his nerves jumping. “Eyes forward, Tony!”

In tank combat, punch, armor thickness, mobility, reload time, and turret speed were all critical, but one thing was most important of all: Whoever fired first usually won. Which required sharp eyes at all times.

“I hear something too,” Woolworth said. “Is that an engine?”

The men quieted. Wade paled.

“Panzer,” he breathed.

Wade’s hands instinctively twitched near the L-shaped handle used to traverse the turret and small wheel used to elevate the main gun.

Russo gripped his pork chop microphone. “Swanson, load with shot. Payne, turn left at the—”

A flash lit up the mist beyond the crossroads, accompanied by the boom of a gun. A green blob whirled toward Wade’s scope. The shell skipped across Bull’s steel chest and ricocheted off the turret with an ear-piercing whistle.

Wade flinched at the impact and took in a ragged breath. The hull trembled in the aftermath, vibrations he could feel in his teeth. The impact spot glowed red. The temperature in the turret grew hot.

Blood was dripping down the outside of his scope.

“Who’s hit?” he said.

The lieutenant’s voice appeared on the radio. “—at Birk in two minutes.”

“Reverse, reverse!” Russo was screaming. “Give it all he’s got!”

“Reversing!” Payne yelled back as he buttoned up. “The kid’s hit! He’s hit!”

“Wade, tank, shot, eight hundred, fire!”

“You’re up!” Swanson said.

Wade focused his scope’s vertical center on the dark shape emerging from the mist. He stomped the foot pedal, trusting the gyroscope to stabilize the gun at this range. “On the way!”

Bull bellowed with fury, spitting fire and smoke as it retreated. The shot zipped and smashed against panzer steel in a splash of sparks. Wade punched the button for the coaxial machine gun, which sent a stream of bullets and tracers downrange to pelt the enemy tank. Useless against the Panther’s armor, it nonetheless forced the German commander to button up.

“Up!” Swanson called out.

“Stop with the AP! I need smoke! Give me smoke!”

“—I hear firing in the town—”

Wade’s blood froze as the panzer revealed itself. One of the big and fearsome cats, it was a Panzer V, the vaunted Panther. While it had weaker side armor than the Tiger, it was lighter, faster, and had better gun penetration.

The tank weighed forty-five tons. Its 7.5-centimeter gun could punch through an American M4’s armor like warm butter.

“Bravo 1-2 to Bravo 1-6,” Russo ranted into the radio. “We’re engaged at the Birk crossroads and request—”

The Panther fired.

The shell slipped under Bull’s bow and exploded, sending dirt and cobblestones blasting along the tank’s belly. The bow bucked, groaning high into the air before crashing back down. Wade whiplashed against his scope, smashing his nose against the glass. Stars flared in his vision.

The engine roared but didn’t stall. Bull lurched, and Payne straightened it out and floored the accelerator to keep pulling back. With buildings on both sides, they had nowhere else to go. They’d driven straight into a kill box.

Abandon tank, Wade thought. The stars were gone, but his vision remained blurred with hot tears. A crushing headache bloomed in his skull. Blood poured down his face from his stinging nose. Feeling light-headed, he spat and tongued a chipped tooth, his second since he’d shipped out to war. Rolling clouds of dust filled his periscope. Bail out!

The Panther stopped, readying itself to fire again as the dust dissipated into a brown veil.

“—Negative contact, Bravo 1-2. Repeat message, over.”

Then an unlikely hero saved Wade’s life.

Another Panther appeared in the intersection ahead, trying to cross, blocking the first Panther’s shot for several critical seconds. Enough time to put some distance between Bull and its enemies.

Enough time to shoot.

“Request support!” Russo howled into the radio.

Wade took a deep breath. “STOP THE TANK.”

He lay the gun’s sight on the crossing Panther’s weak side armor, painted in a jagged camouflage pattern. The black-uniformed German commander gazed back at him, his mouth open wide in a shouted order, no doubt telling his driver to pour on speed.

Too late, kamerad, Wade thought. “On the way!”

The 76 recoiled with a roar. The armor-piercing shell flashed into the Panther’s flank, punched though the armor, and detonated inside. A jet of blue fire flared from the hole. The commander heaved himself out of the cupola, his right knee a smoking stump, and rolled onto the ground. He’d made a mistake, and in war, that was all it took to lose everything.

The smoking hulk now blocked the intersection. Visible in glimpses, the surviving Panther continued its approach.

“We’re coming, Bull,” Alexander said over the radio. “Hang tight.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Swanson said. All they had to do now was drop smoke and wait for the cavalry.

“Wait!” Wade turned to Russo. “If he tries to get around the panzer we knocked out, he’ll be in killing range.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He might think we have a 75.”

Only now Wade became aware of the machine gun and rifle fire crackling across the town. Hidden in the buildings, American infantry had surrounded Bull the whole time. Artillery fire had forced them to cover, where they’d been waiting for the counterattack. Whoever had yelled at Russo was probably warning them not to advance any farther, along with a few choice expletives.

Russo gaped at Wade’s bloody face, his own sporting a shiny bruise already blooming under his left eye.

“Engage on contact,” the lieutenant told his tank commanders.

Russo set his jaw. “All right.”

“We got WP loaded now,” Swanson said.

“Keep it. We’ll smoke him then fire every AP shell we’ve got at him.” The commander grinned, an ugly sight thanks to the massive bruise. “Who’s with me?”

“Shit,” Swanson said.

Wade leaned into his scope. Still buttoned up, the Panther crept around its fallen comrade, its turret turning to keep its gun’s long barrel aimed toward the street where Bull waited. Fearing machine gun fire at close range, Russo closed his own hatch. Booms sounded to the north.

“—That’s Second Platoon. They’re in action. Drive on—”

The Panther emerged into the open.

“On the way!”

The white phosphor round struck the corner of the building beside the panzer, ricocheted, and struck its turret, where it flared and burst with brilliant white smoke, blinding the panzer crew.

“Left a hair,” Russo said. “You’re on!”

“Up!”

“Fire!”

“On the way!”

Bull launched its AP shell at the same time the Panther fired. The building on Bull’s left exploded across the street and crumpled. An avalanche of bricks, lumber, furniture and dust crashed against the tank’s flank.

“Fire!”

“On the way!”

The 76 reared back on its haunches, spitting out another smoking shell casing. Swanson rammed the next into the breech. “Up!”

“On the way!”

Then another and another until Wade lost count. At last, a flash of light burst inside the smokescreen, which slowly darkened with oily black smoke.

“Check fire,” Russo said. “Payne, reverse. Get us rolling if you can.”

“Roger.”

“How’s the kid?”

A long pause. “He’s dead.”

“You sure?”

“The round took his head clean off, Chief.”

Nobody said anything. There was nothing to say. The dumb little eager beaver had wanted to experience combat and had gotten his wish. Wade massaged his temples as his headache began to pound.

Bull shuddered and shoved through the wreckage, shedding bricks and dust as it rolled in reverse down the street.

Russo sighed. “Everybody, give me a damage report.”

Another crewman lost, another battle survived. For Wade, it had been the most terrifying fight since Mortain. Looking at it another way, it was simply another day’s work. For now, they were heading to the rear. Tomorrow, they’d drive right back into the war and might have to do it all over again.

Filed Under: Armor Series, Books, CRAIG'S WORK, HISTORY, Interesting Art, MEDIA YOU MIGHT LIKE, Submarines & WW2, The Blog

Cover Reveal for MY EX, THE ANTICHRIST

September 7, 2024 by Craig DiLouie Leave a Comment

Coming June 2025 from Hachette Book Group’s new “Run For It” imprint: MY EX, THE ANTICHRIST.

The pitch: When a rock musician learns her ex-boyfriend is the Biblical Antichrist, she must find a way to stop him before he grows powerful enough to end the world. DAISY JONES AND THE SIX meets THE OMEN in this novel about music, love, free will, and the apocalypse …

The description: At the end of 1999, The Shivers fought Universal Priest in the Armageddon Battle of the Bands in Bethlehem, PA. What started the riot that claimed the lives of nine teens and left dozens more battered and bruised?

In 2010, The Shivers’ frontwoman Lily Lawless walked into a police station to confess to murder. Why did she do it, and why did she wait ten years to confess?

The punk band broke up after Lily’s arrest, its members refusing to talk to the press. What secrets were they protecting?

And who, really, was Drake Morgan, one-time frontman for The Shivers who went on to form the dystopian rock band Universal Priest?

In this oral history, the members of The Shivers finally tell all about how a rock band that inspired a generation might have saved the world.

Coming in 2025!

Filed Under: Books, CRAIG'S WORK, MEDIA YOU MIGHT LIKE, My Ex, The Antichrist, The Blog

ALTERED STATES by Paddy Chayefsky

August 2, 2024 by Craig DiLouie Leave a Comment

In Paddy Chayefsky’s ALTERED STATES, a brilliant young scientist obsessed with exploring the relationship between consciousness and matter undergoes a series of experiments with horrifying results. This is the novel that inspired the 1980 movie directed by Ken Russell. It’s even more fun to read this story than rewatch the classic movie.

Chayefsky is one of my favorite screen writers, giving us some of my favorite movies of the ’60s and ’70s: NETWORK, THE AMERICANIZATION OF EMILY, HOSPITAL, and then of course 1980’s ALTERED STATES. I loved the ideas in the movie so much that when I found out Chayefsky based it on a novel he’d written, I had to have it. The problem was the only copies available were used, and I have a massive allergy to mildew. Whereas I could spend hours in a used bookstore in my younger days and come out with armfuls of cheap gems, these days I can’t stand being in one for longer than 10 minutes. I obtained a few copies but couldn’t get through even a few pages, even after using every trick in the book to dry them out.

Fast forward to a week or so ago, and I learn they finally adapted the book to a Kindle version. What this means: Basically, the publisher scanned the paperback and created a Kindle file, resulting in some weird formatting issues. What it also meant: I finally got to read it.

In the novel, Eddie Jessup is a brilliant scientist obsessed with using various ancient drugs and sensory deprivation to cultivate hallucinations that he believes are actually primal memories, allowing him to regress farther and farther back to the original self, the first thought, the creation of the universe. What he ends up finding terrifies him. Emily, his wife, is far more practical, believing there is no ultimate truth and humans live with pain, and the way they truly live well is by loving others. These viewpoints clash frequently in the novel.

It’s a smart book by an obviously smart writer, packed with interesting ideas. Chayefsky was a far more gifted screenwriter than he was a novelist, resulting in long-winded expositions and monologues loaded with exclamation points. But the ideas are fantastic, smart, interesting–I look at ALTERED STATES the same way I did THREE-BODY PROBLEM, which honestly in my view was not well written as a dramatic narrative yet completely fascinating as a novel of ideas.

So, I’d recommend this one if you’re looking for something different and weird that punches you in the brain.

Filed Under: APOCALYPTIC/HORROR, Books, MEDIA YOU MIGHT LIKE, Reviews of Other Books, The Blog

Hachette Launches “Run For It” Horror Imprint

July 22, 2024 by Craig DiLouie Leave a Comment

I have a new imprint at Hachette Book Group! Cool news as it’s a brand-new imprint dedicated to horror.

From the press release:

Hachette Book Group’s Orbit division has launched Run for It, a new horror imprint. Run for It is Orbit’s fourth imprint, alongside the flagship Orbit SFF imprint; Redhook, launched in 2013, which focuses on commercial fiction with speculative elements; and the digital SFF publishing imprint Orbit Works, launched in 2023.

Run for It will publish Orbit’s current horror authors, including Craig DiLouie and Andy Marino, with plans to add more. Its inaugural titles are slated for summer 2025.

This is good news for horror, which is going through an extraordinary surge.

Filed Under: APOCALYPTIC/HORROR, Books, Craig at Work, CRAIG'S WORK, MEDIA YOU MIGHT LIKE, The Blog, WRITING LIFE, Writing/Publishing

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