Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Trojan War Hero's Palace Unearthed?


Palace of Homer's hero rises out of the myths
From John Carr in Athens

ARCHAEOLOGISTS claim to have unearthed the remains of the 3,500-year-old palace of Ajax, the warrior-king who according to Homer’s Iliad was one of the most revered fighters in the Trojan War.

Classicists hailed the discovery, made on a small Greek island, as evidence that the myths recounted by Homer in his epic poem were based on historical fact.
The ruins include a large palace, measuring about 750sq m (8,000sq ft), and believed to have been at least four storeys high with more than thirty rooms.

Yannos Lolos, the Greek archaeologist who made the discovery, said he was certain that he had come across the home of the Aiacid dynasty, a legendary line of kings mentioned in the Iliad and the Classical Greek tragedies. One of the kings, Ajax (or Aias), was described by Homer as a formidable fighter who, at one point in the Trojan campaign, held off the Trojans almost singlehandedly while his fellow Greek Achilles sulked in his tent because his slave-girl had been taken away from him.

The city of Troy is believed to have fallen about 1180BC — at about the same time, according to Mr Lolos, that the palace he has discovered was abandoned and left to crumble. Ajax, therefore, would have been the last king to have lived there before setting off on the ten-year Trojan expedition.

“This is one of the few cases in which a Mycenaean-era palace can be almost certainly attributed to a Homeric hero,” Mr Lolos said.

Fellow archaeologists said that they believed that the ruins were indeed those of a Mycenaean palace. Curtis Runnels, Professor of Archaeology at Boston University, said: “Mr Lolos has really delivered the goods.”

The Mycenaean ruins appear to be at the site where Homer records a fleet of ships setting out to take part in the war on Troy. The Iliad is believed to portray conditions at the close of the dominance of Mycenae, the prime Greek power of the second millennium BC.

The ruins have been excavated over the past five years at a site near the village of Kanakia on the island of Salamis, a few miles off the coast of Athens.

The palace was built in the style of those of the period, including the vast acropolis at Mycenae.
“The complex was found beneath a virgin tract of pine woods on two heights by the coast,” Mr Lolos said. “All the finds so far corroborate what we see in the Homeric epics.”

Homer compares Ajax to a wall and describes him carrying a shield made of seven layers of thick oxhide. Unlike other heroes, he fights without the aid of deities or the supernatural. According to Sophocles, who wrote 800 years after the Trojan War, Ajax committed suicide after the fall of Troy without seeing his homeland again.

Several relics of oriental and Cypriot origin were found at the site at Kanakia, such as bronze armour strips stamped with the emblem of Pharaoh Rameses II of Egypt, indicating trade or possible war in the 13th century BC.

Salamis became famous as the site of a sea battle in 480BC in which the Greek navies destroyed the invasion fleet of the Persian king Xerxes and put paid to the Persian threat.

The other main site where archaeologists claim to have discovered relics of places recounted in the Iliad is at the castle of Pylos in southeastern Greece, believed to be the home of King Nestor.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Not Dead, but Sleepeth

One of my childhood heroes has passed away.

Dan Curtis, writer and producer, fell victim to a brain tumor, leaving this world today at the age of 78.

If I were to make a list of the ten most influential things in my life, Dan Curtis was responsible for three of them.

Most noteably, he created Dark Shadows. Dark Shadows was my world as a little boy. Its gothic atmosphere and horrific themes spoke to me on so many levels and left their imprint on me some thirty-five years later.

He also gave the world my favorite Dracula adaptation. Starring Jack Palance, Curtis again delved into Gothic Romance to create a tragic Count Dracula unlike any seen before on film.

Curtis, along with Richard Matheson, also created the cult favorite Night Stalker. Carl Kolchak, wonderfully portrayed by the late, great Darrin McGavin, has become an icon of the horror genre. Curtis gave us the first two films that set the tone of what Kolchak was all about.

Thank you, Dan Curtis for helping to enrich my life and to inspire me in more ways than I can fathom. You were one of the greats and you will be missed.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

A Strange Occurance

Something odd happened today.

Call it synchronicity.

Call it coincidence.

Call it preternatural.

Call it what you will.

This is a true story.

I have long been a fan of the art of John Waterhouse. The man was brilliant and his paintings quite often move me. The Lady of Shalott is a particular favorite of mine. I have a print of this masterpiece framed and hanging above me workstation in my Den of Iniquity. I also have one framed and hanging in my living room (it was a gift to my wife who also is a huge Waterhouse fan).

At approimately 12:30 pm I was working on a new novel, Within a Circle of Stone, when the framed picture above me suddenly shifted, hanging crooked and knocking my diploma from Miskatonic University off the wall. I then, mere seconds later, heard a crashing noise downstairs. Going down to investigate, I was surprise to find the Shalott print lying half way on the couch. It had fallen off the wall.

An odd occurance, wouldn't you agree? As more develops, I'll be sure to keep you informed.

Monday, March 20, 2006

In Shock and Awe

Shadows Over Somerset hit #6 this week on the Shocklines Advanced Order Bestsellers List. I am stunned and humbled by this. My thanks to each and every one of you for helping to put Cairnwood Manor on the map.

Look for its release quite soon, and remember to order your copies of Autumn Moon and the June issue of Insidious Reflections, which features an interview with yours truly, as well as an excerpt from Keepers of the Dead (the sequel to Shadows Over Somerset).

Ever Onward and Upward.

Yours in Blood,

Bobby

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Shameless Self Promotion


Autumn Moon and the Book of Secrets and other Dark Tales is now available from lulu.com. I had been holding off pimping this book until I received my copy and I must say that I am more than pleased. The cover came out beautifully and, as one person said to me as they looked it over, "it looks like one of those special edition poetry books that you pick up"... Lulu did a fine job printing this for me and Lion's Den. I recommend their services highly, so long as you're willing to do the work.

Inside you'll find Autumn Moon printed, as well as three other tales that all have a connection to the Cairnwood Manor Universe. Of course, they are all stand alone stories and I think you'll find each compelling in their own way.

I am very proud of Autumn Moon and the Book of Secrets and I am honored to have the opportunity to share it with you.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Whiskey for the Leprechauns!!!

FOR ONE GLORIOUS DAY, ALL THE WORLD IS IRISH...
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY EVERYONE.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Feeling A Bit Under the Weather

I am tired. There I said it. I'm worn out. I'm 40, overweight, smoke two packs of cigarettes a day, and generally sleep all of about four hours a night. I hack away in the wee hours of the morning, not so much embracing my muse as I am beating her into submission. I'm pleased with the work, but some days I wonder how long I'll be able to keep it up. I'm waiting for that break... you know the one. It's the break most of us are waiting on. That letter, or email that says "Dear Mr. Freeman, we have accepted your manuscript. Here's a check for $20,000..." I long to write full time. It gnaws at me... When is it going to happen? Is it going to happen? Am I destined to keep struggling over my craft and to never reach even mid-list status? Does it even matter? I love to write. I love to tell tales. I'm good at it. At the end of the day, that should be good enough. So, bring on the dark eyes and the grumpy disposition damn it... I'm struggling for my craft. I have a supportive wife and a small fan base, and if I achieve nothing more, it has all been worth it. This goes against the grain of my normal blogs, I know. I think I might be channeling Laurell K. Hamilton :) Anyway, back to the salt mines... enough bitching for today I think... Maybe I'll send a submission into Leisure, or maybe Penguin... couldn't hurt, right?

Saturday, March 11, 2006

A Look Inside My Head

One of the subjects I avoid the most is probably the one thing that most of you are the most interested in, that being the craft of writing. One of the reasons I avoid it is because I don't believe there is a way to teach writing, per se'. I think that, like a lot of things, you are born with a certain set of skills that get manipulated by your environment that inturn produces a mentally challenged individual that thinks that writing stories in exchange for monetary consideration is a good idea. Here's an example of why I think this way:

In the current novel I'm writing, our protagonist is searching for a missing friend. His search leads him to finding a key... a clue to be sure, and an important one... when the bad guys arrive on the scene, our hero, wanting to keep the key from falling into their hands, swallows it. Now, at this point, seeing as how I write without a net (ie no outline, no notes) I have no idea where this key leads. All I know is that our protagonist thinks it's an important clue.

Fast forward a few hundered pages and our hero is in a dungeon, chained to the wall. The missing person he had been searching for is thrown into the cell with him. Joyous reunion, right? Well, our hero's formerly missing chum makes the comment, and I paraphrase to retain the integrity of the novel, "Yo, man, if we bust outa here we need to run by my crib and get this key I've got stashed so we can go pick up this somethin'-somethin'..."

Now my point here is this. Prior to this moment I had no clue as to where that key led, hadn't given it much thought at all. How could I? The guy who knew where the key led hadn't entered the story yet. As soon as he hit the stage, he told me what the key was for. Let me rewind this just a bit, in case you missed that last part. I said, he told me what the key was for.

That is a perfect glimpse into the way my mind works and is a snapshot into the realm of organic writing. The story flows... it writes itself... as a writer you are barely holding onto the reins as the story leads you from page to page and revelation after revelation. I have numerous "wow" moments when I'm writing, because, quite honestly, I'm as much in the dark as a first time reader is. This for me is part of the thrill of writing

That's also why I feel that writing is something that is, if not impossible, then at least beyond difficult to teach to someone else.

"til next time...

~Bob

Monday, March 06, 2006

Ramblings of a Middle Aged Horror Writer

I know, I know... my posts have been somewhat infrequent as of late. Truth be told, I've been writing like a fiend, which is good. The sequel to Shadows Over Somerset, Keepers of the Dead, is really taking shape and has been all consuming. It is epic in proportions and I have been having a ball sitting in front of the monitor hammering it out.

As always, family duties have come first. My son, joy that he is, has seen fit to embrace the "terrible twos" with the fervor befitting the child of a horror author. He's got me on the ropes and I'm desperately trying to avoid the knock-out punch. I love the challenge, though my wife thinks I'm too easy going and that I'm spoiling him... she's probably right. It's a hard job, this parenting schtick... that little boy's my whole world. It's hard for me to deny him having fun.

I also managed to celebrate a birthday... I turned 40 at 10:30 pm on March the 1st. Got some cool Robert E. Howard editions from my wife and son, a gift certificate to Best Buy (which I'll be using to pick up Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire on Tuesday) from my parents, a cool comic from my favorite sister-in-law, and two Marvel Legend figures (Thor and the Vision) from my brother and his family.

40 is just a number... I am still the same twelve year old kid inside that I've always been.

It seems like I should have more to say, but Keepers of the Dead is calling... back to the world of Cairnwood Manor for me, I think... I'll try to be more insightful later in the week.

In closing,let me reiterate the pain I have felt over the loss of Christina (Baker) Althouse. Man, she was a good kid... The world is a sadder place without her.

Until next time...

Friday, March 03, 2006

Sometimes Life is Cruel...


Christina Althouse passed away a couple of days ago. I've been struggling with it, trying to make some sense of it. Truth is, there is no sense to be made. Sometimes life is cruel...

Christina was loved by everyone that knew her. She was young, vibrant, and a joy. She leaves behind a three month old baby girl that will only know her mother from the memories we share with her...

I loved Christina. She was family to me. No, we didn't share common blood, but I knew her as a child, and all I can think of now is her sitting in my lap and the sound of her laughter in my ear as I tickled her till she cried.

As a young man, I worried about her. I wanted the best for her and her sisters... and for her mom and dad too. I am sorry for your loss... Gary, Suzanne, Suzi, G.G., and especially Alison will be in my prayers tonight.

I pray that they find solace... my heart breaks for them and for everyone that loved Christina.

She was a special young woman and she will be missed. I pray that the gods welcome her into their open arms and shelter her there on the other side.

Sometimes life is cruel... but still we soldier on.

Godspeed Chrissy. We love you and miss you. We will keep you in our hearts until we meet again.