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Bev Vincent is the author of Stephen King: A Complete Exploration of His Work, Life and Influences (nominated for a 2023 Locus Award), The Dark Tower Companion, The Road to the Dark Tower (nominated for a Bram Stoker Award), and The Stephen King Illustrated Companion, nominated for a 2010 Edgar® Award and a 2009 Bram Stoker Award. In 2018, he co-edited the anthology Flight or Fright (a Goodreads Choice Award Nominee) with Stephen King.
His short fiction has appeared in places like Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, Borderlands 5, Ice Cold, and The Blue Religion. Four of his stories were collected in When the Night Comes Down and another four in a CD Select eBook. His story "The Bank Job" won the Al Blanchard Award. "The Honey Trap" from Ice Cold was nominated for an ITW Thriller Award in 2015 and "Zombies on a Plane" was nominated for an Ignotus Award in 2020.
His non-fiction has appeared in diverse magazines, including The Poetry Foundation, Fangoria, Rue Morgue, Screem, Pensacola Magazine and Texas Gardener. He has been a contributing editor with Cemetery Dance magazine since 2001 and is a former member of the Storytellers Unplugged blogging community. He also writes book reviews for Onyx Reviews. He has served as a judge for the Al Blanchard, Shirley Jackson and Edgar Awards.
His work has been translated into: Arabic, Bulgarian, Chinese, Croatian, Czech, Dutch, French, German, Greek, HItalian, Japanese, Korean, Polish, Portuguese, Russian, Swedish, Serbian, Spanish, Turkish and Ukrainian
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Monthly Archives: July 2009
Going Viral
I was sad to see that Tom Watson didn’t survive the playoff round of the British Open, but good for him anyway. He held the lead and the world’s attention through four very solid days of golf. The poor guy … Continue reading
Unjustly Accused
We sent our old dryer to an early grave, it turns out. About a month or two ago, it started laboring. It would almost stop during the cycle, then start back up again. It was painful to hear. We put it … Continue reading
You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby
Any other year, I would be on the way to the airport right about now to make the long trek to NECON. This year I decided not to go, but I’m already missing it and it hasn’t even started. I … Continue reading
Out of left field
I like the new auto-upgrade feature in WordPress. I just clicked a button yesterday and now I’m running 2.8.1. Easy as pie. I don’t follow baseball closely, usually not until the end of the season, but I did watch the … Continue reading
Lame ideas
I hate it when an otherwise good TV show relies on terribly faulty logic to further the story. Last night’s episode of The Closer is case in point. In order to give the wannabe cop access to detailed information about … Continue reading
The other Charlie Brown
I didn’t really know Charles N. Brown from Locus magazine, but I’ve been reading his magazine for the better part of 25 years now. It’s the only magazine to which I actually subscribe. My favorite part of the magazine, outside of … Continue reading
In a 2 lb bag
When my buddy Brian was sick he used to say that he felt like 10 lbs of crap in a 5 lb bag. Apropos of that, we watched Seven Pounds with Will Smith last night. The movie suffers from a … Continue reading
The guy who’s watching you
I revised my Storytellers essay and, having made few changes, posted it to the dashboard so it will show up a week from today. Then I moved on to another essay that I’m trying to get finished as part of … Continue reading
Free Agent
Of course, now that I have a Kindle, Amazon goes and lowers the price by $60. I wrote the first draft of my Storytellers Unplugged essay this morning, 1000 cathartic words. My wife thought it was great, and I hope it … Continue reading
21st Century Breakdown
I’ve been listening to two things lately. At the gym on my iPod I’ve been playing “left right left right,” the free live album that Coldplay offered on their website. Their songs have an energy that lends itself to the … Continue reading