Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Buy a brand new edition of Rangel

At the link below you can get a 2nd quarter subscription to the WXXT Program Guide chapbooks, and/or a brand new limited edition of Rangel with all the original art plus a new two-page illustration and a new cover variant.

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Sunday, September 1, 2019

Brand New Chapbook: Music of the Moldering

From Tallhat Press, with a gorgeous cover and nine creepy interior illustrations by Yves Tourigny, comes my newest chapbook Music of the Moldering. This is a limited edition book, and it's going fast.

Strange things are afoot at the James S. Fresser Funeral Home. The new owner, Marcus Walther, has let things slip. Is it the exhaustion? The burden of responsibility? Or is it the old radio he found in the woods, the one that plays the strange, unsettling programming he remembers from his teenage years, preying on his vulnerabilities? His older sister Susie is flying in to help him get caught up. She thinks she’ll be balancing the books and paying the creditors. What she’ll discover there behind those silent walls, in those shadowed rooms that echo with grief, may be the end of her…and the beginning of a horror that will spread beyond Leeds to infect the world.

You’re listening to WXXT…the crooning from the tomb, the doom in the embalming room…the howl from the bowel of the Pioneer Valley.

$15.00 at the link

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Limited edition items for sale.

THE OVERNIGHT SESSIONS, an audio CD featuring readings from GATEWAYS TO ABOMINATION. Readers include Sean M. Thompson, Tom Breen, Sean Branney, yours truly, and more. The gorgeous cover art and the production are by the multitalented Yves Tourigny.


SECRET GATEWAYS, a slipcover three-hardcover box set featuring GATEWAYS TO ABOMINATION (with a brand new bonus story and an introduction by John Langan), Jon Padgett’s THE SECRET OF VENTRILOQUISM (revised and expanded, with an introduction by Thomas Ligotti), and a book of four stories that Jon and I collaborated on. Illustrations by Henry O. Morris and Aeron Alfrey. Up for preorder,  coming this summer from Nightscape Press.


Sunday, December 16, 2018

Mr. White Noise

I have a new record out, from Cadabra Records, called Mr. White Noise. Featuring stories from "Of Doomful Portent," the record's music is performed by the estimable Black Mountain Transmitter, with brand new liner notes and gloriously grotesque artwork by Aeron Alfrey.

There are, as of right now, just three copies left. Purchase yours HERE!!!

Friday, November 16, 2018

Brand new WXXT/Leeds chapbook - Pre-order now before they're gone!

Buy my new limited edition chapbook If It Bleeds, and support the Dakin Humane Society.

A toe-tapping track from way back spreads like a virus through Leeds, Massachusetts, heralding a new era of unspeakable evil. WXXT - the slithering tongue in the ear of the Pioneer Valley. Are you ready to rock?

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Kickstarter: Ashes & Entropy: me, Laird Barron, John Langan, Autumn Christian, Kristi DeMeester, Jon Padgett, and more

This worthy project is nearing its deadline, and nearing its goal. You can help! One of the rewards is an ultra-rare chapbook of my story Dr. 999.

Help fund this anthology here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/875540908/ashes-and-entropy/description

Sunday, July 22, 2018

An Unsafety Guide by Scott Nicolay

Author, World Fantasy Award winner, and friend Scott Nicolay kindly agreed to write the introduction for my short collection The Stay-Awake Men & Other Unstable Entities. I couldn't be more pleased. Without further ado, then:

Bartlett and You: An Unsafety Guide
An Introduction by Scott Nicolay

 You may already know what I am going to say here, or at least you may think you do: Matthew Bartlett is one of those authors whose emergence redefines the genre. Barker, Ligotti, Barron, Llewellyn... Bartlett. And there I said it. Not that it will come as any surprise to you if you have read Gateways to Abomination and/or Creeping Waves...his importance is really a given at this point.
That’s really only a starting point though, isn’t it? It may well be the reason why you are here in the first place. You may have heard the rumors. You may think you know it already. You may even think you know what you are in for with this latest collection of his work.
But things are never what they seem chez Bartlett, are they? If you have played previously in his twisted playground (a setting he actually used in one of the most memorable stories from Gateways) you might anticipate a progression from creepy to disturbing to holy-shit-what-the-fuck, followed by a long hot shower and gargling with salt water to get the taste of pus and leeches out of your mouth (it won’t work, trust me). Critic s.j. bagley has described this payload delivery system of The Weird and its lingering effects as unsettlement...a deceptively understated term, especially in Bartlett’s case. He works like a decrepit Charon ferrying readers from the shores of the self to the unself, boatloads at a time, and for mere pennies. Each of his stories is a kind of haunted house that shunts you through multiple unexpected turns and shocks, rapidly deranging your narrative expectations until...it doesn’t really matter because the you who entered is no longer the reader who emerges.
Just so does my friend Matthew defy expectations afresh with each new tale. The reader cannot possibly know what you did going in because you never came out. Not that such knowledge would be much help anyway. Bartlett’s narratives follow no formula, not even their own. Every story is a unique labyrinth with its own rules, or rather, his labyrinth has no rules. Its corridors and catacombs are constantly shifting, ceaselessly changing, always Bartlett, never the same. There are many points of entry. No way out.
Here the reader, searching for some fixed reference, a place to attach one end of a long skein of colored yarn, may proclaim triumphantly: “But Bartlett’s stories all do have a common thread: WXXT, the sinister and mysterious radio station operated by an ancient and even more mysterious witch cult in Leeds, Massachusetts!”
So the reader may think...but that reader is neither you nor me. And the reader who is fortunate enough to have acquired a copy of this small volume is about to discover that our protean author has, like the slime mold, shifted into a new form and slithered on to new ground during the dark intervals of our eye blinks. You can’t step into the same Bartlett twice.
Oh, he is not without form, but no one has seen his true form. Though not all Weird writers are evolving, Bartlett, like rust, plasmodia, or The Weird itself, never rests. A certain type of reader might attempt to create a visual representation of the current amorphous state of The Weird, assigning a set of variable characteristics to each author and mapping our work along multiple axes in three or more dimensions. Such a display would likely reveal an overlapping array of lumpy blobs, many clustered closely together in unwholesome familiarity, others positioned at some greater remove from the crowd. Bartlettia would be one of the latter.
A similar approach to each individual author’s corpus might produce similar results, showing nuclear cores surrounded by more elastic pseudopodia extending in new directions. Variation within many populations would inevitably stand revealed as greater than that between the populations themselves. And within that dark star map, a graphic representation of the seven tale subset that comprises The Stay-Awake Men and Other Stories would indeed portray a single cluster and that cluster would still lie within the overall Bartlettosphere. These tale all give me that Bartlett Fink Feeling, true--but they belong to a new and distinct extrusion of that system. Of course it is no secret that Bartlett is going places. He always has been. Just not the places the reader expects.
So it is with The Stay-Awake Men and Other Stories (six other stories, to be exact): WXXT remains silent here. Leeds receives mention more than once--as does its major employer, Annelid Industries International--but though these are all distinctly Bartlett stories, none of them are “Leeds stories.” The titular tale is actually set at a radio station--but not WXXT. The diffĂ©rance is quite delicious, really. Amidst the familiar flavors in this batch of stew are tantalizing hints of Barker, Ligotti, Aickman, Samuels, and Klein, stronger than they have been before, but not strong enough to do more than add spice to the stock of an author who himself seems to grow in power with every paragraph. “Spettrini” (which previously appeared as a limited edition chapbook from Dunhams Manor Press) in particular invoked not only “The Glamour,” a long-standing personal favorite among Ligotti’s tales, but also Barker’s Imajica. Perhaps that was just me, but there is no way for me to tell now.
The Stay-Awake Men shows Bartlett not simply shifting his territory, but broadening it overall, becoming a little more literary perhaps, maybe a bit more strange or uncanny, as some prefer to style it in the Other England, the “Old” one. Part of that must come from the extent that the author has distopiated these tales, distancing them from one of the most distinctive locales in contemporary fiction. While the reader was distracted, Bartlett expanded, growing not only greater, but nearer. As his tales become less local, they become more universal. Was their a vacant house down the street from you? It may have a new occupant. Don’t worry if you can’t visit: it may come to you.
Oh look, here in your hands: it has already arrived. Oh well, time for me to leave. It was nice knowing you.
Bartlett’s house has many doors. Many gateways in. No way out. Don’t worry though. I think you will like it there.