North of Onhava

Official Website of Novelist and Screenwriter James Greer

Month: July, 2011

Serious Earth

Part One – Sunderland Thomas Quin was aware, with the acute self-consciousness pubescent boys suddenly acquire — a hilly solipsism from which they daily tumble into an abyss of despair — that he was unusually thin, and awkward, and afraid of everyone. His formerly natural friendliness and curiosity disappeared, replaced by morbid insularity. He went, […]

The Ordinary Rendition of Caeli Fax

The excellent online litmag Metazen has seen fit to post on its site a story that I wrote. The story is actually part of a chapter from my next novel, which has a title, but the title is a secret. If you have any interest in the shape or tenor of my next novel, you […]

Bad Polaroids

Recently, rooting through my garage, I came across an old Polaroid JoyCam which must have been given to me sometime in the early- to mid-90s. I also found several cartridges of very old and poorly stored Polaroid film. So I figured I’d see what would happen if I tried to use the old camera with […]

Two Novels, One Novella, One Transmedia Experience, and a Book Of Poetry: Considered

The Dirty Poet, Emergency Room Wrestling, Words Like Kudzu Press Jesús Ángel Garcia, badbadbad, New Pulp Press Ben Tanzer, You Can Make Him Like You, Artistically Declined Press Tom Williams, The Mimic’s Own Voice, Main Street Rag Patrick Wensink, Black Hole Blues, Lazy Fascist First, I have to apologize. I’m not in the habit of […]

Sunset Gun

“Photography is unclassifiable because there is no reason to mark  this or that of its occurrences; it aspires, perhaps, to become as crude, as certain, as noble as a sign…. Whatever it grants to vision and whatever its manner, a photograph is always invisible: it is not it that we see.” Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida […]

Sky Writing

When I was young we used to call this a mackerel sky. Maybe we still do. I don’t know, I’m not young anymore.

Slope Street Codex

  Everything that was invented has to be reinvented, for instance: the sound of waves slapping wet rocks in the dark. We once called this night rote. We also used the phrase heart murmurs. If you look carefully you’ll see that this isn’t appropriate or necessary. You’ll see instead track marks, not on your arm […]

Will Get Fooled Again

Page 112 of the April 1993 issue of Spin magazine, embedded above for your reading pleasure (and because this entire post depends on you being able to read it), is not, I hope, too difficult to navigate. If you get lost, go to Google Books and search Spin Magazine, Jim Greer, New Market, in that […]

The Journal of Albion Moonlight

  One of the more influential books I read as an adolescent. I still return to it for inspiration from time to time, though it hasn’t aged well, I’m afraid. And yet… “They do not listen to me. They say that nothing can save them. We speak the same tongue, yet they will not understand. […]

Robert Hooke’s Micrographia

  As for the actions of our Senses, we cannot but observe them to be in many particulars much outdone by those of other Creatures, and when at best, to be far short of the perfection they seem capable of: And these infirmities of the Senses arise from a double cause, either from the disproportion […]