Here is a newsletter of the strange, THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT, because the web is infinite and email is not.
The fear of infinity is apeirophobia.
But an email newsletter is not enough. You cannot smell email. You cannot crumple it into your pocket. An email cannot provide the frisson, the shuddersome intimacy, of a handwritten envelope from a stranger who licked that very envelope to seal it with his or her self.
And so, dear strangers: early subscribers to THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT may request a welcome envelope, in the corporeal mail, containing a button, a sticker, and a handwritten note. Limited quantities, of course, because infinity is fearsome.
The Equinox Society seeks to recognize the strange — to look beyond and see the otherworld around us. The mystery. The threat. The oddity or secret we have learned to overlook.
THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT is a free weekly newsletter of dark materials, links, and clandestine activities for otherworldly readers. JOIN US.
Read a full introduction here.
Friends and followers: you may enjoy following William Rook at THE EQUINOX SOCIETY, as he appears to be a strange, perhaps even dangerous version of me. I hesitate to use the term doppelgänger, but the word has crossed my mind.
William Rook alleges to be writing a YA ghost novel about a Victorian occult society in Troy, NY, which has apparently shown signs of reemergence in recent months.
I encourage you to investigate THE EQUINOX SOCIETY for yourself, although I cannot vouch for Mr. Rook’s trustworthiness or sanity.
I was on the WAMC Book Show today. You can listen below. Imagine me wearing a tricorne hat.
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My novel BELL WEATHER is The Boston Globe’s Pick of the Week.
ARTICLE HERE (scroll to the end)
“Set in a fantastical 18th-century world where rain falls up and storms wash the land with bright hues, this is the story of Molly, a spirited young woman fighting for the freedom to choose her own path. Readers learn about her childhood with an overbearing governess, a cold father, and a brilliant, cunning brother who will stop at nothing to ensure that he and Molly are together and unbridled.”
Is the writing life as strange as people think? Not at all. I wake pre-light to the piercing cry of the Dawn Bird, a phosphorescent creature whose species I have not yet identified, and witness its meteoric flight toward the eastern horizon. Then I check Twitter while the coffee brews…
Continue reading at THE MILLIONS.