At the End of the Day I Burst Into Flames
A New Novella by Nicholas Day
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a huge fan of Nicholas Day’s brilliant brand of strange fiction. His 2017 collection Now That We’re Alone was a revelation to me, an instantaneous favorite that made of me an ardent and devoted fan. I wrote a review of that over at HorrorTalk if you’d like to read it, so I won’t simper about that too much here. If you read that it becomes clear immediately how much I admire Nick’s work and just how praiseworthy I think he is. So when I saw the other day that he had this new novella coming and that, like Now That We’re Alone, it was being published by Bizarro Pulp Press, I immediately jumped at the chance to reveal that for you. And so here we are, talking about a brand new Nicholas Day book from one of my favorite publishers of quality horror and bizarro fiction. Below you’ll find the cover, synopsis, an excerpt from the book, and a PDF file with the full cover wrap in it if you want to take a look at that thing in all it’s vivid glory. I hope you dig this as much as I do and that it makes you as excited as it does me. If it doesn’t, odds are that means you haven’t read Day’s work yet and I highly recommend you unfuck that soon. Maybe start with this book right here.
PDF of the full cover wrap: FULL-JACKET-END-of-the-DAY-burst-into-FLAMES-Nick-Day
About the Book:
“. . . burrowed into my heart . . . and took shape as a beautiful monster.” –Michelle Garza, coauthor of Mayan Blue, Those Who Follow and Kingdom of Teeth
“Beautiful, sad, on fire.” –Laura Lee Bahr, author of Haunt, Angel Meat, and Long-form Religious Porn
From the moment his eyes explode to—moments later—his whole body being consumed by fire, a man nicknamed Firecracker experiences his life and loves through a succession of memories, reveals his friendship with Death, and talks about the men is his family’s unfortunate predisposition for spontaneous human combustion.
At the End of the Day I Burst Into Flames will be released by JournalStone’s imprint, Bizarro Pulp Press, in December 2018.
And here’s an excerpt to tease your brain and tug at your heart:
The smell of my own burning hair creeps through the kaleidoscope and brings me back to The Night Cap, for a moment, and I catch a couple bars of a song I heard, years ago, and that I played obsessively for Emily after we were married.
It’s funny how some albums, some songs, are like a séance that conjures up ghosts, the ghosts of moments, the look on someone’s face years ago, the uncertainty before first embraces, holding hands, being alone, being a ghost in any given moment, really.
We are all machines meant to record, that consume recordings through our ears and our eyes and everything is playing on a constant loop, so as to create facsimiles of recorded moments, simultaneously recording them and experiencing them, again and again.
I miss different people on different days and I try to get out the old recordings to play them, but they are wearing out.
At some point, you lose it all and what you are left with is knowing that you lived, that you heard a voice, saw a face, touched another human being.
We yearn for one another until we can only yearn for the facsimile, then at the end we have neither and we are forced—ourselves—to become a recording, a ghost, to be remembered during someone else’s séance, someone else’s favorite song.
My eardrums burst. All my hair is gone. The kaleidoscope returns.
All the dead—once children—dreaming and unable to wake . . . for dream is now reality, unknowable and infinite.
About Nicholas Day:
Nicholas Day currently resides in the Pacific Northwest. His novella, Necrosaurus Rex, and his collection of short fiction, Now That We’re Alone, are both available through Journalstone imprint Bizarro Pulp Press.
He is currently working on a full-length novel, Grind Your Bones to Dust.
Find him at nicholasdayonline.com, Facebook, and on Twitter at @nickdayonline.