There are a lot of award apologists involved in all branches of the arts, those who find it easier to criticise how awards are judged and structured than recognise their value. I’m not one of them. I love awards. They’re brilliant. In an increasingly blase world, I think it’s a good thing when even one person stops and shares with other people that they thought one book, or film, or play, was particularly good.
So I’m thrilled to see that Dark Faith (which has my story ‘Sandboys’ in it – pay attention at the back… if you really don’t know what I’m on about, there’s a new review here) has found itself on the final ballot of the Bram Stoker Awards, in the ‘Superior Achievement in an anthology’ category. What this means (pay attention at the back) is that some people think it’s a particularly good book, and might even award the editors a trophy to say so. The award ceremony is being held at the Stoker Weekend in Long Island, New York, on the weekend of June 16th – 19th. It makes me happy, because I agree that it’s a really good book, and am still quietly flabbergasted that one of my stories is in it.
If you’re a voting member of the Horror Writers Association, you should absolutely vote for Dark Faith. It is definitely the best book in that category, and I’ll fight anybody who says otherwise*.
And even of you’re not, you should rejoice that the people at Apex Books have gone giddy with excitement, and declared a sale on the book in celebration. Go and bankrupt them here.
In other news, it’s St. David’s Day (unless you’re reading this on Facebook, after the automatic-blog-import-thing notices this entry, in which case, happy Halloween). Happy feast day, leek eaters and daffodil sniffers! You really should come to someconsensus about which of those you want for your national… er… vegetation. It’s rather selfish claiming both.
On the other hand, you should be proud that of the countries making up the United Kingdom, you have the only patron Saint born in the country they’ve donated their names to. George, being a Roman centurion, probably never heard of England, and if he did it was probably only as a gloomy place where Celtic types ate babies. Patrick was English, but be careful where in Ireland you choose to point that out. As for Andrew, Christ’s disciple, his last thoughts while undergoing the agony of crucifixion probably weren’t that he never got the chance for that weekend break in Bonnie Scotland.
Let your chests swell with pride, people of Wales, and wave your leekoffidils in glorious celebration!
* Because this is the internet, and some people seem to enjoy getting really upset at some quiet innocuous things, I actually feel the need to caveat this statement, which rather spoils the spirit of the thing. Still. I’m rubbish at fighting. I probably won’t fight you if you declare that you like another book more than Dark Faith. I haven’t actually read the other books. I don’t know if any of them are better than Dark Faith. If somebody else wins, that’s fine with me. Just pleased the book is there, etc. Congratulations to everybody else who made it to the final ballot – I mean it!