I’ll have more on this later, but for now I wanted to briefly announce that Blood Diva is now available in the digital format, exclusively at Amazon through the Amazon Kindle Select program. This means it’s enrolled automatically in the Kindle Unlimited program which is a streaming service. It’s FREE for borrow to people who pay the monthly fee for Kindle Unlimited. (I will get paid a bit less than the full royalty — but something — every time a borrow reads 10% or more.)
They had me at vampire in a chador. A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night is a great film and a helluva introduction to filmmaker Ana Lily Amirapour. I haven’t been this excited by a debut indie since El Mariachi.
Like El Mariachi, A Girl (as I will call it here) seems to have been made with a budget of loose change found behind the couch cushions. It’s filmed in glorious black and white. It references many genres, films, and styles while still always being completely singular. There is also a haunting soundtrack including Farsi music, and visual touches best not spoiled by gobsmacked reviewers.
You might have seen Dracula’s Daughter at some point. A classic horror marathon on TCM or somewhere? Maybe not. While there’s an intriguing trailer with some hint that this lady vamp has no particular gender preference when it comes to the blood-sucking, generally there’s less action of any kind in this relatively short feature than you might be hoping for.
I’ll be giving a recap with running commentary, so there will be spoilers ahead. (Not that it matters, everything that’s going to happen is telegraphed.) If you want to play at home, you can get the movie on DVD through Netflix. It’s not rentable for streaming on Netflix, Amazon,or Youtube, but if you google you might find it somewhere –though I can’t vouch for the legality. Just pour yourself a drink at every trope and you’ll enjoy it. (To read the rest of this vampy review, just click the “read more” button on your right.)
Those of you who’ve been following along, know this isn’t my first tango. I’ve sold a book or two under my “real name.” But somehow I’m more excited this time. Maybe because the last “full-length novel” I published was something I’d been carrying around for years. It came close (but no cigar) to grabbing the attention of a very important agent or two. I had “friends” when I started sending….