Or, the three stages of life.
Well, the three stages of this blog, anyway. Firstly, it’s hot. Bloody hot. Oven hot. India, let me tell you a final and definitive time, is currently hot. Today was around 42 degrees of hot. Tomorrow and Saturday promise (yes, PROMISE) to be around 44. It is not chilly in New Delhi, my friends. Because it’s hot.
This is a curiously difficult thing to photograph, but I give you the above in evidence. That green pool in a bucket is a candle left out for a couple of hours this morning. Hot, I tell you.
On disease, I can happily tell you that I am easing away from one, or at least, easing away from the symptoms. On Saturday I was brung low by what I thought to be simple Belly of Delhi, with all the usual vomiting, cramps, and other excretions. I endured it through a child’s party, mostly so that my wife wouldn’t have to face that parental horror alone (yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m that heroic), watching infant tug-of-war while my internal organs tried to re-enact the very same, then pretty much collapsed for the weekend. Not pleasant. On Monday I staggered, possibly slopped, to the doctor, and found out that I may have had a parasitic infection since my first weeks in India. This explains why I get (usually less extreme) variants of this every three or four weeks like clockwork. The parasite has a life cycle, apparently, very much along those lines. All very lovely. Though I feel better, three days of antibiotics haven’t entirely cured me (apparently, a day of them is usually enough), which supports the parasite theory. We’ll see.
I have to provide samples. Nothing about this is pleasant.
As for Last Rites, I really mean Last Rites. Here’s Stephen Gilbert’s beautiful cover for the chapbook.
Only 500 copies of this chapbook book exist, and you can’t buy one (at least, until it turns up on eBay for ridiculous sums).
You can, however, buy a copy of the forthcoming anthology Dark Faith (which has my story ‘Sandboys’ in it). If you do so, directly from the publisher Apex Books, they’ll send you one, while stocks last. New stories to complement those in Dark Faith, original, beautiful, and free.
You know what you must do.