KIERAN SHEA’s fiction has appeared in dozens of venues including Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Thuglit, Dogmatika, Word Riot, Plots with Guns, Beat to a Pulp, Crimefactory, and Needle: A Magazine of Noir well as in some beefy-looking anthologies most of which will make you question the tether of his shiny, red balloon. To his self-deprecating astonishment he's also been nominated for the Story South’s Million Writers Award twice without sending the judges so much as a thank you note. He co-edited the satiric transgressive fiction collection D*CKED: DARK FICTION INSPIRED BY DICK CHENEY and his debut novel KOKO TAKES A HOLIDAY is out now from Titan Books. Kieran divides his time between 38°58′22.6″N- 76°30′4.17″W and 39.2775° N, 74.5750° W.


IV Bullsh*t

Man, am I cranky today. Just finished a story about a feeble-minded grandfather on the eastern shore of Maryland that ends grimly. Skipjacks, oystermen in the 1930s, a confused young boy, a mixed blood African/Native American , and an ancient Colt pistol won in a corn-liquored poker game on a train from Chicago that accidentally slays and is used for bludgeoning patricide. *SIGH* Just about to start Pynchon's IV (left) and I'm soooo looking forward to it. Big fan. Gee, ain't that a clever double entendre? Inherent Vice = IV? A reference to our drugs addled America perhaps? Our brain-dead, ego-centric culture being fed through a tube? Or is it I, "V" referencing his first mindfuck of a novel? No, it can't the female anatomy reference...birth, sex, dea--- hold on. Sleeve the reading glasses for a second. Look at that cover. This Pynchon novel is set at the end of the sixties. Tri-fin set ups on surfboards didn't happen until '73 -'75 (even then, on shortboards only if I'm not mistaken, maybe in a Dick Brewer LSD drenched shaping shed--get Matt Warshaw on the phone...). Logs went straight out of fashion and those supertankers on the re-outfitted Ghostbusters meat wagon? Hmm, look like learner pop-outs or soft tops from today to me. Goddamnit. Again, will someone please fire the art fucking department and continuity directors. Oh, man, if I were King....hit it, boys.