James Reasoner Praises WEASELS!

“My highest recommendation.”

A primary goal of our Men’s Adventure Library series is to spotlight great and under-sung writers from the MAM era and reintroduce them to contemporary readers of hard-boiled adventure fiction.

So reviews from those who make a career of writing fiction can be particularly meaningful to us, and writer/critic/New York Times bestselling author James Reasoner’s praise for our new edition of Weasels Ripped My Flesh! is very much appreciated.

"It’s one of the most beautifully produced books I’ve ever seen, with more cover reproductions and interior illustrations, better printing, full color, and updated and expanded articles and story introductions. 

"I’ll be honest with you, I was just going to skim through this new edition and read the updated material, but time and again, I found myself stopping to reread and enjoy all over again some of the stories."  

Read Reasoner’s full review on his Rough Edges blog, HERE.

Edited by Robert Deis and Wyatt Doyle with Josh Alan Friedman, the new edition of Weasels Ripped My Flesh! is part of the Men's Adventure Library series, and is available now in softcover and hardcover editions. Get it from Amazon HERE.

Gary Lovisi's Video Review of WEASELS!

"Just stunning."

 

Writer and pulp scholar Gary Lovisi has single-handedly taken on our brand-new, full color hardcover edition of Weasels Ripped My Flesh!

Is there anything left of him?

"This is a beautiful, beautiful edition. Just stunning. These are great stories. Over 400 pages, loaded with photos, interviews, and articles... (Includes) Walter Wager, Robert Silverberg, Harlan Ellison, Mario Puzo...everybody who's anybody who wrote for these magazines, whether under their own names or under pseudonyms. Wild, wild stuff, and it's just great fun."

Gary's videos are always fun and informative, and his praise carries a lot of weight with us. See for yourself:

Edited by Robert Deis and Wyatt Doyle with Josh Alan Friedman, the new edition of Weasels Ripped My Flesh! is part of the Men's Adventure Library series, and is available now in softcover and hardcover editions. Get it from Amazon HERE.

Wanna win a WEASELS?

How'd you like to win a copy of Weasels Ripped My Flesh! signed by Bob Deis, Josh Alan Friedman and Wyatt Doyle?

The wonderful Dangerous Minds blog is hosting a "Win a Weasels!" competition, and the clock is ticking! All you have to do to win is come up with the most outrageously entertaining "Weasels Ripped My Flesh"-style men's adventure mag headline in the bunch. Easy, right?

But be warned: the competition is fierce! Even today, Weasels contributor Harlan Ellison has joined the fray with his submission, "Ants Assailed My Anus!"

So hot-foot it over to Dangerous Minds for details and to enter the competition!

...If you've got the guts.

Frightened of competition? There, there. You can safely order your copy of Weasels here, and no one need ever know your shame.

WEASELS RIPPED MY FLESH! Next From New Texture

"We were lucky—until the weasels..."

New Texture and MensPulpMags.com manfully present


Weasels Ripped My Flesh! A shirt-ripping, gut-punching anthology of two-fisted writing, ripped from the pages of long-lost men’s adventure magazines of the 1950s, '60s and '70s. Outrageous, 100% true tales of sex, crime, combat, jungle goddesses, beatnik girls, LSD experiments, animal attacks ... and nymphos. Always nymphos.

Weasels Ripped My Flesh! Showcasing rare, bare-knuckle stories by some of the toughest writers ever to punch a typewriter: Lawrence Block, Mario Puzo, Bruce Jay Friedman, Robert F. Dorr, Harlan Ellison, Robert Silverberg, Walter Kaylin, Walter Wager, Jane Dolinger, Ken Krippene and more.

Weasels Ripped My Flesh! Edited by Robert Deis, with Josh Alan Friedman and Wyatt Doyle.

Coming soon from New Texture. Man up.

For updates, watch this space—and subscribe to the MensPulpMags feed on their site, here.

The Weasels Ripped My Flesh! Facebook page is here.

FOR SALE: Harlan Ellison's First Typewriter

Ellison and his trusty Remington

A rather unconventional "open sale" has been announced. The item in question: the first typewriter owned by iconic writer Harlan Ellison.

Per sale broker David Silver:

"Harlan Ellison's little Remington "noiseless" typewriter, his genuine first typewriter upon which he began his stellar career, is available for sale right now. Included with the machine, Harlan will provide corroborative proof of its authenticity so there will be no future issues of provenance for the eventual owner. What's more, if the buyer wishes, Harlan will scroll a final piece of paper into the machine, type a final half page of something for posterity, and leave it there just so."

Full details and contact information are available on a web page dedicated to the sale, here.

"You are their bitches."

Harlan Ellison's thoughts on the Writer's Guild strike settlement:

YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO RE-POST THIS ANYWHERE:

Creds: got here in 1962, written for just about everybody, won the Writers Guild Award four times for solo work, sat on the WGAw Board twice, worked on negotiating committees, and was out on the picket lines with my NICK COUNTER SLEEPS WITH THE FISHE$$$ sign. You may have heard my name. I am a Union guy, I am a Guild guy, I am loyal. I fuckin’ LOVE the Guild.

And I voted NO on accepting this deal.

My reasons are good, and they are plentiful; Patric Verrone will be saddened by what I am about to say; long-time friends will shake their heads; but this I say without equivocation…

THEY BEAT US LIKE A YELLOW DOG. IT IS A SHIT DEAL. We finally got a timorous generation that has never had to strike, to get their asses out there, and we had to put up with the usual cowardly spineless babbling horse’s asses who kept mumbling “lessgo bac’ta work” over and over, as if it would make them one iota a better writer. But after months on the line, and them finally bouncing that pus-sucking dipthong Nick Counter, we rushed headlong into a shabby, scabrous, underfed shovelfulla shit clutched to the affections of toss-in-the-towel summer soldiers trembling before the Awe of the Alliance.

My Guild did what it did in 1988. It trembled and sold us out. It gave away the EXACT co-terminus expiration date with SAG for some bullshit short-line substitute; it got us no more control of our words; it sneak-abandoned the animator and reality beanfield hands before anyone even forced it on them; it made nice so no one would think we were meanies; it let the Alliance play us like the village idiot. The WGAw folded like a Texaco Road Map from back in the day.

And I am ashamed of this Guild, as I was when Shavelson was the prexy, and we wasted our efforts and lost out on technology that we had to strike for THIS time. 17 days of streaming tv!!!????? Geezus, you bleating wimps, why not just turn over your old granny for gang-rape?

You deserve all the opprobrium you get. While this nutty festschrift of demented pleasure at being allowed to go back to work in the rice paddy is filling your cowardly hearts with joy and relief that the grips and the staff at the Ivy and street sweepers won’t be saying nasty shit behind your back, remember this:

You are their bitches. They outslugged you, outthought you, outmaneuvered you; and in the end you ripped off your pants, painted yer asses blue, and said yes sir, may I have another.

Please excuse my temerity. I’m just a sad old man who has fallen among Quislings, Turncoats, Hacks and Cowards.

I must go now to whoops. My gorge has become buoyant.

Respectfully, Yr. Pal, Harlan Ellison

copyright 2008 by The Kilimanjaro Corporation.

Harlan Ellison, telling it like it is

Preach on, Brother Ellison.



For more information on the DREAMS WITH SHARP TEETH feature film, click here.

For more information on Harlan Ellison, click here. Better still, read a book. My recommendation: An Edge in My Voice.