Showing posts with label Innovation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Innovation. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

The Ritual Redux

Amazon Review by Mary Quallo

Incredible! Step aside Anne Rice, Mark Barry describes places and events like you only wish you could. A nail biter, on the edge of your seat, page turner if I've evIncredible! Step aside Anne Rice, Mark Barry describes places and events like you only wish you could. A nail biter, on the edge of your seat, page turner if I've ever read one. I am usually pretty good at figuring out who, what, when and where, but I was surprised time and time again. Incredibly erotic! Gruesome! Perverted, twisted and sick! Exactly as it should be! It makes no sense that this is not on the best seller list! Not a slow point in it anywhere.er read one. I am usually pretty good at figuring out who, what, when and where, but I was surprised time and time again. Incredibly erotic! Gruesome! Perverted, twisted and sick! Exactly as it should be! It makes no sense that this is not on the best seller list! Not a slow point in it anywhere.

Amazon Review by K-Trina Meador

This is the fifth book (of six at present time) that I have read by Author Mark Barry and rarely have I read an author who can write consistently engaging, and well constructed conceptually stories as he does.I don't usually read horrors but knowing the style and quality of this author's writing, I gave it a try and was not disappointed. From the first page I was hooked. The details in this story left me in awe and I finished the book in one sitting. The main characters were portrayed with depth and accuracy. In addition, the cover captured my visual attention as did the graphic descriptions.Read this book. You will find you will want to read his other five books too.


Amazon Review by Mary Ann Bernal

The Ritual is an interesting take on a satanic theme whereby the devil returns to earth and claims a human bride.  The story begins when Phillippa and her daughter Jennifer travel from the US to Wheatley Fields, England, so that Phillippa could be near her brother, Damon, in his darkest hour.  Mother and daughter are seen at the airport, quite by chance, by a member of a religious cult who believes Phillippa resembles the woman that had been instrumental in establishing the Church’s formation in the last century, and plans are quickly put into place to prepare for the sacrificial rites, and the return of Satan to rule the world.  Mr. Barry’s story captivates the reader with its twists and turns - a page turner that builds up to a suspenseful crescendo, which culminates in an unexpected ending.  An excellent horror story that will cause nightmares, if one is not into horror and the occult.

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Sales:

US: Buy The Ritual Here (paperback and e-book)

$9.99 Paperback

$3.19 e-book

UK: Buy The Ritual Paperback and E-book here.

£6.50 Paperback

£1.93 e-book


Below is  the original essay written to accompany the mass Ritual giveaway at Ngaire Victoria Elder's Cecilia Spark website.

http://www.ceciliaspark.com/

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Cover design by
Dark Dawn Creations
The Ritual

The Ritual, at 130,000 words, is Green Wizard’s longest piece of continuous work. It is horror, but like all Green Wizard books, it is written with a difference.

But first, a digression.

In 1982, at eighteen, as a student, I started work on a horror novel based on the magnificent cover of the first Black Sabbath album. 


I bought a secondhand typewriter and wrote most of it in a bedsit, where I lived with my then girlfriend, Julie.  (The rent was eleven pounds a week and it didn't change for three years). 

I wrote it in a huge bay window and I wrote most of it with the curtains open as I watched the people of Plymouth walk and drive by. 

Proper work


Writing with a typewriter is proper work. You have to really push the keys and you can’t write 2.5 k per day without causing serious repetitive strain injury before long. That’s why many of the books in the decade after the typewriter were much shorter and faster. Health reasons. You had to replace the ribbons (which was quite an expensive exercise ) and there was just the one choice of font. You crossed out mistakes and then, when you’d finished, you went back and rewrote the manuscript, eliminating the mistakes. 




If you wanted a copy for yourself, you inlaid the sheet of paper on which you were writing with royal blue carbon paper. 

After a while, you got used to it and some of the original manuscripts are works of art. The ones that survive from the golden era of writing in the fifties are worth money – the basis of my book “Hollywood Shakedown”. 

Writing on a word processor is fantastic – and, as I wrote the other other day – has democratised writing and created an explosion of creative talent  and desire the world over. But writing a complete manuscript on a typewriter it something else. 

(Any of you do it? I’m toying with the idea of doing so for Christmas to see what it’s like, whether I'm remembering something through rose tinted spectacles).

This is what my books are like, btw. Massive digressions.

A setback

So I wrote the manuscript and handed it to my friend Phil Hill to read. Excitedly, I awaited his response.

“I much prefer your assessed essays,’ he said, looking quite guilty.

So discouraged was I, I didn’t write a complete manuscript again for twenty three years.

The manuscript was thrown in with my diaries, cards and love letters from my then girlfriend Julie (whom I was going to marry, who I loved with rare enthusiasm, until she shagged a soldier (or a sailor) on a student bingo one night on Union Street, transforming a naïve young lad from Nottingham into the elephant-skinned cynic he is today), into a suitcase and stored in my dad’s loft. 

I tried to look for it a while back, but it had gone. Probably for the best.

Blockbusters

The Ritual, which was written from January to March 2012, is the son and daughter of that manuscript. At the time, in the eighties, I was reading King, Herbert, Sharman, Hawkey, the amazing Peter Straub, the last embers of the New English Library literati, and anything I could get my hands on. 

I must have read every single modern horror paperback printed between 1980 and 1985. Then I stopped. Just like that. I was no longer interested in horror fiction. The desire just left me behind.

So why The Ritual? 

I guess it was something from my unconscious, a debt to be paid to all those authors who taught to me to read and write more than any English teacher did at the rather brutal school I was forced to attend as a child. 

But mainly, I wrote it because I realised that no one writes long books any more.

Almost every book I read in those years, (the late seventies to the middle eighties), was a long read, a shoebox, a doorstop sandwich. 

Something which could last at least a week of a fortnight’s beach holiday in Benidorm. A book you couldn’t slide into a jacket pocket. And all this with size ten Times New Roman. Big books. 

A big, memorable read.

After a standard sized opener (Carrie), shockmeister Stephen King wrote three long classics in a row: The Shining, which is a monster of a book and possibly the greatest horror book ever written, Salem’s Lot, which is a long, long book about vampires which still has the capacity to curdle milk, and most colossal of all, The Stand.



Not particularly horror, but very, very long and scary in parts. King memorably described the latter as his Vietnam War and it nearly drove him mad.

His friend and confidante Peter Straub seemed incapable of writing a short book at the time and wrote three increasingly scary novels - a loose horror trilogy, Shadowland, the brilliant Ghost Story, and the book that most inspired The Ritual, the unbelievable Floating Dragon.




(Straub turned to horror after his serious literature novels sold in the tens and then returned to serious literature without ever replicating the success of this trilogy – by some way the best written horror novels in history).

Other authors followed suit with the big long books: There’s the magnificent Harvest Home by Thomas Tryon (which will knock your head off) and Judgement Day by Nick Sharman. Long long books. You can still find these books now in second hand shops and online.

The reincarnation of the blockbuster

Then, as soon as I disappeared from the world of horror fiction, it appeared that so did the long novel. 

When I started writing, I was surprised to see that Amazon classed 50,000 words as a Novel and 80,000 words as moving into Epic territory. I had to laugh. I wouldn’t buy a book as short as 50k. I’d only just be getting into it and I would feel cheated. It seems that not only music, films and TV had descended into dumbed down status.

So, bearing all this in mind, I decided to write a horror novel. A big, epic horror blockbuster.

My favourite genre in horror is the Resurrect Lucifer genre. 

Satan Worshippers. You can keep vampires and zombies and all that – they don’t exist and thus, I am uninterested in reading about them, 

But near me, is a coven of witches. 

Near where I live, in a small village near Mansfield, there is rumoured to be a sect of wife swapping devil worshippers from all over the East Midlands who sacrifice goats, and black chickens and white cockerels on certain nights of the year.

Walpurgisnacht. April 30th/May 1st. The night the witches dance.

Near me, are Druids.

Real people. Messing about with the occult. Some of them are trying to resurrect Satan.

Love it!

The Ritual: Contents

Original Pre July Cover designed by
Igor and Oleg Designs of Carpathia

The motif for Green Wizard is Ordinary People. Extraordinary Situations. The Ritual fits it like a glove.

So The Ritual is about a satanic cult of American devil worshippers who follow a mother and a daughter from Ohio to the prosperous town of Wheatley Fields

It’s not clear why they do so. Mum (the MILFY, Lindsay Wagner look-a-like, Phillippa) and Daughter (the angry, outlandish, England-hating Emo, Jennifer), are unaware of the stalking until strange things start to happen in their lives. 
And the strangeness transfers to the posh, insular people who live in the town which begins to erupt. 

People die horribly. Unexplained deaths. Missing people. Strange animals. An infestation of  ravens. Worms consuming gardens. Ephemeral shadows everywhere just under the level of perception. A terrifying spider visiting each house. An uncatchable spider, unnaturally fast, the size of a saucer.

The church is taken over by the handsome and popular American, The Reverend Starkweather. Shops are bought for amazing prices and before you know it, the Americans are coming in force. Soon. You cannot get a hotel room anywhere. There is an event coming to Wheatley Fields. A once in a lifetime event.

Oblivious, Phillippa and Jennifer try to get on with their lives – until one day, it’s too late.


It’s wacky, intense, bloody, sexy, fast paced, cheeky, gory, political, has a core of social comment and a skin of bleak 2012 reality, and it ends in a Crank-style climatic bloodbath I haven't seen in years.

Chapter's 36 and 41 are well over the top, as are the Uppity Box chapters. The characters are engaging and likeable, even when they are no supposed to be. There are references to over fifty Hammer Horror films. 

There are historical references, there is psychic phenomena; there are gorgeous lipstick lesbians, massive explosions, disappearing things, horrible animal infestations, doppelgangers, evil American villains, nasty English snobs getting their just desserts - and some mint jokes.  

(NB: "mint" is British English for "great")

And there three twists which none of my proofreaders spotted. 

Talking about myself? I generally hate  my own work and I absolutely detest having to market my work on FB, Goodreads and worst of all - the absolute worst of all - Twitter. 

But I can read this book over and over again.  It has everything I want to read in a book.

Gosh, that was a long and self indulgent article!! Enjoy. Love, Wiz xx

Oh. The original title for The Ritual was The Daughter of Satan


TDOS cover
Igor and Oleg Designs 2012





Sunday, 23 December 2012

Kid Atomic is FREE on Boxing Day

KID ATOMIC is FREE on Kindle and KINDLE adjuncts (IPADS, PC'S, IPOD's etc) on BOXING DAY FOR 24 HOURS

(That's the 26th of December for you guys over the ocean?)

Notes:

a) Kid Atomic as approximately 100,000 words long.
b) It is set in Nottingham City Centre and Sherwood.
c) It is the third book ever written by Mark Barry, though, for weird reasons, it is Green Wizard 1
d) It is suitable for all to download
e) It took approximately thirty days to write in late November and December 2011.
f) Chronologically, it was written after Green Wizard best seller, Ultra Violence so I wrote for nearly two months straight. Then I started on The Ritual...
g) It has arguably the best Dark Dawn Creations cover - certainly, the artist thinks so.

Progressive Kid


Do you like Progressive Music? Tangerine Dream? Genesis? Yes? That kind of thing? When I first started writing for Green Wizard, I had a major Prog burst which lasted about a month. I listened to nothing but Prog and if you like Prog - and I'm not sure how many people do nowadays - you'll like the music Kevin and the Box discuss in "Kid Atomic" which is free all day, on Kindle, on Boxing Day.

Boxing Day? 

For everyone else apart from British readers, Boxing Day is December 26th, the day after Christmas Day - possibly the biggest single day of sport in the British calendar. 

Stultified and unhinged by the dreadful claustrophobia of Christmas Day, the British - all classes, all creeds - get out of the house before they start to eat each other in some bizarre approximation of the Donner Party. They go out in the fresh air and do something, weather permitting.

Seven Million: Apparently, Boxing Day is big for Kindles too. Seven million e-readers will be unwrapped around firesides on Christmas Day worldwide this year. 

And when the hangover has abated, the Irritable Bowel Syndrome soothed after too much brandy butter, and the teeth chattering psychosis inspired by demented Uncle Norman's scabby bottomed farting has left the building,  you will feel like downloading an e-book on your new kindle. Allegedly.

Admittedly, 90% of you will download one of these categories:

a) Vampire.
b) Romance.
c) Erotica.
ca) Erotic vampire fiction.
d) Non fiction.
e) Horror
f) Andy McNab-style True War tales.
g) Prepping.

...in other words all the cheap paperback stuff you can buy in the WalMart when you carry out your weekly shopping. 

So far, so good if you happen to write one of these ubiquitous genres. If you are any good, you must be quids in.

But that still leaves over 700,000 readers who will want to buy something different.

Meet the Indielit Stepfamily

Contemporary fiction, for example - the bastard, one eyed, adopted and shunned child of the Indielit family.


Comedy Fiction  -  the insane aunt you lock in the attic and hope sleeps through Christmas. And most of next year.

Historical Fiction- the albino cousin who doesn't even get invited to the Christmas Party nowadays.

and even better

Original fiction Innovative fiction. New stuff.

(Julian Barnes, "A Sense of an Ending". A masterpiece.
Magnus Mills:"The Restraint of Beasts"
"Warm Bodies")

When was the last time you got excited about a Fight Club-style innovation?

Do you remember when Chuck Palahniuk wrote "Fight Club"? Do you remember how excited you felt reading that? Wow. How different was that? 

So tell me: When was the last time you bought an Indielit book and felt it was original? Never mind well written, formatted, edited, with a good cover. All the stuff they tell you about in e-book writing 101 guides. 

But original. I can't think of any to be honest.

I'm not complaining.  Many Indies sell in copious quantities.  Well done to them. One of my friend's friends sold 28,000 copies of her e-novel in November. 

Bearing in mind that this author writes in the number one category - vampire fiction - do we really need innovation? Do Indieliterates need to innovate?

Let's just write about slinky, brunette, gorgeous, looking succubi and handsome, slightly effeminate, pasty faced Lords of the Night. Let us parrot the established authors. Let's follow the winners.

Shall we? 

Or is there a spirit of innovation out there.

Anyway, I digress. As bloody usual.

Kid Atomic

Kid Atomic was an attempt to innovate the YA genre, to fuse old fashioned storytelling techniques, while adding young people. 

It's a story of two young University students who are sent to London by a revolutionary group occupying the Market Square in Nottingham. They are asked to bring back items for a forthcoming demonstration which they hope will bring Nottingham to its knees.

Young and inexperienced - and frankly, not all that bothered about revolutions - they are duped by nasty Euro-terrorists into bringing back an extra box. A trunk decorated with a bright orange Phoenix. 

Things happen and the extra box ends up in a suburban garage. One of the young men - in homage to stories of nagging curiosity such as Pandora's Box and Bluebeard's Castle - develops a fixation with the box. 

As his life begins to unravel, and as everyone in the world starts hunting for the box - he realises that to open the box or not is the biggest decision he will ever make.

Except the decision whether to actually use what's in it.

Freebie

I'm giving the book away free because I would like people's opinion.

I love the characters in this book. Kevin is suitably geeky, tall  and awkward. I think I got his vulnerability just right. Ricky is cheeky and streetwise and clever beyond his years. Rachel, based on an incredible self-shot I found on Tumblr, is vulnerable, beautiful, clever, kind and loyal. 

You can't help but fall in love with her - many female readers feel she is the best character in the book. 

Lance, the villain, is detestable and you will want him to fail. Horribly too. You will want Lance to burn. 

There are a gang of Panther-style revolutionaries bent on civic destruction. There is a toady faced PHD student with a bad case of eczema and jealousy of good looking people. There is a jolly Harry Worth-style councillor who becomes curious himself. 

A beautiful Mum we all wished we had. One of those you won't find dressed up mutton-stylee chatting up boys young enough to be their sons in the Essoldo on a Saturday night. 

Typically,  the Police are nasty and/or incompetent, except for the mysterious, shadowy Scotsman, who works it all out. 

The country is on the brink of a social revolution due to David Cameron's bizarrely oppressive Coalition government - a government now carrying out attacks on civil liberties and the environment that the demonic Thatcher wouldn't have dreamed of trying - because as the French now say, the British are no longer Les Rosbifs - they have become bovine, ripe for the slaughter. Old Etonian child Camoron knows this. (So he strikes...)

All this is in there. 

And I guarantee there is no book written in this country in the last two decades which has a conversation about Tangerine Dream's classic synthscape "Rubycon".

Give it a go. It will cost you nothing for 24 hours and I shall authograph it for you and answer any questions.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from Mark Barry at Green Wizard. :-)

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Heard on the Hell Bus from Southwell to Nottingham yesterday morning.

Two thirteen year old girls painting each others nails in their leggings and Vans, talking about an incident at school, and on their way to buy Christmas presents in the town.

Girl One. "So I said, like, like, like and stuff. Like, I did this, like, like, like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like and stuff, Oh My God, like I was like,  like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, so, then I says, like like, like like, like and then, like, I said to her, like,  like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like and stuff and then I like, shouted at her, OH MY GOD,  like, like like, like like, like like, and I was like OH MY GOD, and she says, like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, I got SO flippin angry and then I, like said,  like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like....flippin maths...I know, I know... like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like like, like and stuff..."

Girl two. "Hold still, you're, like, spilling the nail varnish."