The fiction may come in bigger chunks, but I also write a lot of nonfiction. Book reviews, music reviews, overviews, cranky polemics, software tutorials, hardware how-to's, head-to-head shootouts of things like subwoofers and camcorders, and now and again even the odd piece of something approaching respectable journalism.

There's so much of it that the pieces below barely comprise a snowball atop the tip of the iceberg. But they do come from something close to my heart. Ever since its inception by David B. Silva and Paul F. Olson in 1997, I've been writing book reviews for the seminal newsletter Hellnotes, whose editorial reins are now handled quite capably by Judi Rohrig.

Recent Reviews

Come back from time to time. New reviews will go up shortly after they've had their initial Hellnotes run.

The Book of A Thousand Sins, by Wrath James White
The Hides, by Kealan Patrick Burke
Bran Mak Morn: The Last King, by Robert E. Howard
Sister of the Dead, by Barb & J.C. Hendee
100 Jolts, by Michael A. Arnzen

Greatest Hits

And now for the bloodletting. These are vintage reviews, but should have a certain entertainment value that I like to think transcends their time. Yup, they are, for the most part, bad reviews. Early on, I adopted an informal policy that when a book was bad, so bad as to curl nose hairs, I would have as much fun writing the review as I hadn't had reading the book.

In retrospect, it looks like 1997 was a really good year for bad novels.

Meg, by Steve Alten
Cain, by James Byron Huggins
A Dry Spell, by Susie Moloney
Son of Rosemary, by Ira Levin
The Eleventh Plague, by John S. Marr, M.D., and John Baldwin
Hannibal, by Thomas Harris
Domain, by Steve Alten
Enoch's Portal, by A.W. Hill