“I looked through the blades and started thinking how fast film cells have to go to create a moving picture, 26 frames per second or whatever it is. Then one day in 2016, he climbed a ladder to check out an erratic spotlight in his living room and peered down at the whirring ceiling fan. Instead, he walked up and down his street giving it away and for the next several years he found himself wondering if any of his neighbors discarded that meat - if he’d broken his promise to that elk after all. “Whenever I take an animal on the field,” he says, “I tell them they’re gonna feed my family, that this wasn’t just for sport, that I’m not going to waste any of them.” But when he moved from West Texas to Colorado a few months later, Jones couldn’t take a freezer full of elk meat with him. If you buy books linked on our site, The Times may earn a commission from, whose fees support independent bookstores.īack in 2007, Stephen Graham Jones went hunting and came home with a big cow elk. Jones, finalist for The Times’ Ray Bradbury Prize for Science Fiction, Fantasy & Speculative Fiction, appears April 20 on “Speculative Fiction: The Real and Unreal,” with Megan Giddings, Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar, moderated by Kelly Link. If you would like to mask a potential spoiler, use the following format: (/spoiler)Īll times in ET (EST/EDT) unless otherwise noted. Spoiler tags are left to user discretion. Some rule violations may result in a temporary or permanent ban on the first strike. We do ask that you help us keep a high level of discourse by avoiding image-only posts, blog spam, surveys, plugging your own unpublished or self-published fiction, and linking to fundraisers or items for sale. No book is off-limits since horror is subjective.
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