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East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai


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Other People’s Pulp: The Villa Diodati Club

Yesterday I spent a wonderful afternoon with the other members of the Club Villa Diodati, a professional organization of writers and fantasists.

Villa Diodati

Here, in a shot caught by the esteemed Paolo Cavazza, I share the stage with (from left to right): Franco Pezzini, Danilo Arona, Cristiana Astori, Anna Berra & Massimo Soumaré.

And yes, I’m the only ugly one.
I’ll have to deal with it.


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How I became a hack, part three

Yes, just like that...

Yes, just like that… sort of.

One day I’ll write a book called Mistress of Yamatai.
It will be a Burroughs-esque actioneer.
The story – a freak accident involving some ancient Japanese relics causes out hero (an anonymous orientalist) to slip back in time (and possibly sideways, too) to the ancient land of Wo, where he’ll have to face unspeakable lovecraftian horrors and shamanic magic, fight blood-thirsty barbarians and woo fiery-spirited, ample-breasted Himiko, the Mistress of Yamatai.
A classy thing, in other words.

I’ve got the story outlined, the characters sketched – the zip file including the lot resurfaced a few days back, after a slump caused a pile of old CDs to spill fan-like on my desk.

One day or another, I’ll write the book.
I made a promise.
In the meantime, here’s the story about Himiko, the Mistress of Yamatai, and about her Curse. Continue reading