The Anniversary of Never
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“It was like a black and white film, or someone else’s memory.”
Joel Lane’s award-winning stories have been widely praised, notably by other masters of weird fiction such as M. John Harrison, Graham Joyce, and Ramsey Campbell. His tales also regularly appeared in the “best of” annual anthologies of Ellen Datlow, Karl Edward Wagner, and Stephen Jones. With this posthumous collection, Lane continues his unflinching exploration of the human condition.
“The Anniversary of Never is a group of tales concerned with the theme of the afterlife,” observed Lane, “and the idea that we may enter the afterlife before death, or find parts of it in our world.” These stories of love and death will burrow deep into the reader’s mind and impregnate it with a vision often as bleak as the night is black.
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Cover art by Polly Rose Morris
Introduction by Nicholas Royle
ISBN: 978-1-78380-008-7 (hbk)
ISBN: 978-1-78380-749-9 (pbk)
“Introduction” – Nicholas Royle
“All the Shadows”
“Ashes in the Water” with Mat Joiner
“For Their Own Ends”
“After the Fire”
“The Anniversary of Never”
“For Crying Out Loud”
“All Dead Years”
“Some of the Fell”
Joel Lane (1963-2013) was born in Exeter, but lived most of his life in Birmingham, where many of his stories are set. In addition to two novels, From Blue to Black (2000) and The Blue Mask (2003), Lane was the author of numerous collections, including the British Fantasy Award-winning The Earth Wire (1994), The Lost District (2006), and The Terrible Changes (2009). Where Furnaces Burn won the World Fantasy Award for best collection in 2013.Read more
“Last, but hardly least, Ireland’s Swan River Press has brought out The Anniversary of Never, a posthumous collection by the World Fantasy Award-winner Joel Lane. Here, with sad irony, the overall theme is the afterlife. In ‘Sight Unseen’, a wrenching father-son story, the narrator speculates about his dad’s apparently psychotic conviction that aliens have been using his eyes to spy on the world. But was he really insane? Humankind, said T. S. Eliot, cannot bear very much reality.” – Michael Dirda, Washington Post
“Melancholy and bleak, the weird, often dark stories in this slim, beautiful volume are a fitting coda to Lane’s life and work.” – Ellen Datlow
“These succinct stories, each no more than a few thousand words long, show the author writing at the top of his game. They leave us wondering how much more memorable fiction Lane might have produced, and regretting that he did not live longer.” – Locus
“[Joel Lane] is one of few writers who has always compelled me to pore over every sentence as if I am desperately seeking something . . . ” – Adam Nevill
“Joel Lane had a pessimistic but very lucid notion of human existence, its frailties and its unfathomable mysteries . . . [This] elegantly produced volume provides an interesting showcase of the author’s melancholy narrative style and of his insightful view of the world we live in.” – British Fantasy Society
“As in all Lane’s work, the visionary and the mundane are combined to powerful but understated effect . . . There is little sunlight in these stories, but they offer rich and varied forms of darkness illuminated by the author’s wit and intelligence.” – Supernatural Tales
“An excellent assemblage of stories, a liminal collection whose ghost like state almost mimics that of much of the material contained within its pages.” – Black Static
“Leisurely, yet fast-moving and exegetically eclectic with literary polishing . . . ” – Real-Time Reviews
“Dieser Band sollte (und das ist durchaus Prognose wie Forderung) dazu beitragen, dass Joel Lane so schnell nicht vergessen werden wird.” – African Paper
The Anniversary of Never by Joel Lane. Cover art by Polly Rose Morris; jacket design by Meggan Kehrli; introduction by Nicholas Royle; edited by Brian J. Showers; copyedited by Jim Rockhill; typeset by Ken Mackenzie; published by Swan River Press.
Hardback: Published on 5 August 2015; limited to 350 copies of which 100 are embossed and hand numbered; ix + 130 pages; lithographically printed on 80 gsm paper; dust jacketed; illustrated boards; sewn binding; head- and tail-bands; issued with one postcard; ISBN: 978-1-78380-008-7.
Paperback: Published on 3 October 2021; no limitation; print on demand paperback; ISBN: 978-1-78380-749-9.
“An Interview with Joel Lane”
Conducted by Michael Gottert, March 2013
The following interview, conducted by Michael Gottert, was originally published in African Paper, shortly after the release of Where Furnaces Burn, which later that year won the World Fantasy Award for best collection. The interview appears here by kind permission of Mr. Gottert.
Michael Gottert: You work as a journalist and you also write poetry, short stories, and novels. I was wondering to what extent the writing (process) differs in each case. The stories in your most recent collection Where Furnaces Burn were written and originally published over a period of thirteen years. Was it clear for you right from the beginning that you would write a cycle of stories that were interlinked – thematically as well as with regard to the protagonist?
Joel Lane: Yes, it was, though it took me a few years to be writing mostly stories in that series. The idea was to combine elements of noir fiction and the occult detective sub-genre. That gave me a complex enough basis to write what is hopefully quite a diverse group of stories: there are ghosts, mythical beings, weird cults, sacred relics and monstrous creatures as well as thieves, gangsters and killers. I wanted to leave scope for quite a lot of variety in theme and mood, but for there to be a cumulative effect. It wasn’t like writing a novel because I only came up with the story ideas one or two at a time, and not in chronological order. Some of the stories are very dark, some are more affirmative.
MG: I think one of the first stories I read from you was the title story of The Lost District. Am I right in saying that a recurring topic in your stories is that of loss and losing?
JL: Probably, yes. There are two aspects to that: personal loss and the idea of broader social and cultural losses. The title of “The Lost District” is a play on the “lost cities” of pulp fiction, so it’s hinting that the district is one where strange influences are at play. Personal loss is an important literary theme and one that I return to quite often, but it can get a bit monotonous if that’s all you’re talking about. The challenge is to understand how people keep going, how they survive – emotionally as well as physically. Life is a struggle and in the end you lose everything – that’s a given and there’s no point just saying it, you have to show what it brings out of people.
MG: At the end of your story “Stiff As Toys“ you use a pun: “Man’s laughter. Manslaughter“. Is that for you an adequate summary of human nature and condition?
JL: Oh no. That’s specifically a comment on male violence – and it’s an unequivocal comment because the narrator was trying to make a point in a dramatic way. He has a bitter streak, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. But there are stories in Where Furnaces Burn that take a less extreme view of human nature, such as “Incry” and “Point of Departure”. Part of the appeal of writing a book of episodes is that you can show that one person’s perspective is complex and changes with time.
MG: William Blake once wrote about London that it was “a Human awful wonder of God!”. Considering that in many of your stories a city serves as the setting and the things happening there are often far from pleasant, would you say that you feel some kind of ambivalence towards city life? How does it feel to “wake up in Moloch“ (to quote the title one of your stories)?
JL: There are problems anywhere you live, and I don’t assume small-town or village life to be idyllic. The phrase “wake up in Moloch” comes from Allen Ginsberg’s great poem “Howl”, and Ginsberg uses Moloch as a symbol of exploitation and the machine age: “Moloch whose name is the Mind!” So it’s not just waking up in the city, it’s waking up in the ugliness that is capitalism and the mechanisation of people. You’d find the same ugliness in the countryside, just taking a different form: factory farming and so on. I’m very much a city person but try not to idealise the urban experience. It obviously has its downside.
MG: Even though one should be careful not to confuse author and narrator and even without knowing about your political activism, I guess the stories in The Lost District or Where Furnaces Burn more than clearly indicate that the Tories will not get your vote in the next election. In your poetry collection The Autumn Myth there are quite a number of poems which are political, e.g. “Safe Passage“ to name but one. You stated in an interview that there’s always been a “blend of outer and inner realities“. Was it clear for you from the beginning of your career that your work would deal with political topics (in a broad sense)? Do you think the political climate has worsened in the last couple of years?
JL: I’m not sure what you mean by “career”, but leaving that aside – yes, early stories of mine like “The Foggy, Foggy Dew” addressed political themes, though in a rather idealistic way. To me, politics is about how the individual relates to the community, how society is ordered, what the power relationships are, and so eminently suitable for handling in horror and speculative fiction. What’s changed in recent years is that the more left-leaning and reformist major party in the UK has been signed over to a right-wing agenda, leaving a vast gap in political leadership. That has led me to become more strongly involved with the revolutionary left, and that has started to give my writing a more definite political focus. The lessons of the current economic depression are clear: the capitalist system is in ruins and, as the Economist admitted, Marx has been proved right – you either work with that and start to build an alternative or you get used to living in the ruins of a society. A lot of the rage and bitterness that’s prevalent at the moment comes from people who realise the system has failed but haven’t got to grips with the need for something else. They think it’s ‘the fall of man’ rather than the breakdown of an economic system that is only three hundred years old. Or they imagine that being riddled with new technology is changing society in some profound way when in reality it’s all going backwards. People are starving in the streets, you can’t change that with Twitter.
MG: I think you have read much more than I have in the field of weird fiction but I’ve got the impression that authors that try to deal with social reality are few and far between. Was that also a reason to publish the anthology Never Again?
JL: Actually, half the stories in Never Again were reprints – we wanted to bring together a body of work that already existed. Because weird fiction is about time and communities, social reality is ingrained in it, and there’s quite a lot of socially themed work out there, whether you’re talking about Fritz Leiber, Shirley Jackson, Harlan Ellison, M. John Harrison, Ramsey Campbell, Lisa Tuttle, Dennis Etchison, Graham Joyce, Thomas Ligotti, Joe R. Lansdale or some of the newer writers we included in Never Again. You can’t expect literal social realism from weird fiction, but you can expect bold metaphors, unease and irony, and I feel the genre is a rich resource of social commentary. Robert Aickman is a challenging example because he’s brilliant but also very right-wing, and sometimes one applauds the writing while resisting the message. With Never Again, we wanted to combine new work and existing work to show how the weird and speculative fiction genres are engaging with an important social theme. Inevitably, we were criticised for being too political and for not being political enough – but it was the literary agenda that we were most concerned with. Allyson Bird and I were perfectly aware that a book of stories doesn’t do the same job as a street stall or a demonstration. We wanted the outcome to be a strong book.
MG: In your novella The Witnesses Are Gone films play a major role. Have you been strongly influenced by cinema and could you imagine writing a screenplay one day?
JL: I don’t like horror films in general as much as I wish I did. They mostly seem rather obvious, even infantile. Those I’ve really enjoyed include Carnival of Souls, The Tenant, The Brood, Don’t Look Now, The Haunting, The Blair Witch Project . . . Some more culturally assured films like The Monster Club and Plague of the Zombies are effective too, but the most interesting horror films are those where you really don’t know what’s happening and you can’t rely on genre conventions to guide you. It was that kind of cinema I was trying to evoke in the novella, and the similarity between cinematic and dream imagery. I do have quite a visual imagination, and what the characters see in my stories tends to be more important than anything else. But I’m not sure cinema is responsible for that. I can’t rule out writing a screenplay in the right context, but it’s not currently in my plans.
MG: What can you tell us about the perception of your work? Are the people reading your poetry those who are familiar with your weird tales? Do the reactions to your work(s) differ much?
JL: There’s some overlap, but mostly my novels, short stories and poems have had different readers. Perhaps I’ve spread myself too thin in that regard. I’ve had a lot of kind and supportive comments on all fronts, though, so I don’t think the attempt to migrate back and forth between genre and mainstream writing has been completely misguided. If any judgement annoys me it’s having my work (and especially my poetry) described as “gritty realism” when it’s nothing of the kind. From some reviews, you’d think we all lived in a Dr Seuss world of mauve cushions and little cuddly things, an adorable world, and anyone who acknowledges the existence of ugliness and difficulty is obviously disturbed. What Al Alvarez called “the gentility principle” is still alive and well in English poetry.
MG: So far your novels have not dealt with the supernatural. Do you feel like Lovecraft or Ligotti that the short form is more adequate for weird tales? Having asked that, it was recently mentioned that you were working on a “supernatural horror novel set in the Black Country“. Can you say a few words about that?
JL: Actually, my first novel did deal with the supernatural, it just wasn’t the main focus. There was a ghost story element to it, but you could miss that and it wouldn’t spoil the book for you. I think there are more great short stories and novellas in the weird fiction genre than there are novels. It’s remarkably difficult to write a truly effective supernatural horror novel – one where the supernatural is a core theme and not just a plot device. The short story seems to be the most natural form for weird fiction because that step into a visionary landscape is very hard to sustain. Most horror novels objectify the supernatural in a rather uninspiring way, in order to make it part of the furniture of novel writing – it becomes like everything else. But surely the whole point is that’s unlike everything else. As for my intended supernatural novel, that was planned for a while but never really got started and I wrote it as a short story, ‘The Messenger’. I must learn not to talk about plans as actual works in progress. But I do hope to write a supernatural horror novel some day.
MG: You’ve just contributed to the anthology The Grimscribe’s Puppets. You once said that “At his best, Ligotti is a true humanist“. What approach did you choose to pay homage to Ligotti?
JL: It’s better if I don’t try to explain my story before people see it, but it’s about someone struggling with a chronic illness, which seemed quite a Ligottian theme. What I meant with that comment was that Ligotti is concerned with betrayal, exploitation and the abuse of power, as well as with human suffering in the face of disease and madness. It’s what Marcuse called negative humanism, the identification of the human in those stripped of power and recognition, rather than the glorification of human ambition. Part of what I admire in Ligotti is his absolute humility, his refusal to pretend that having literary talent makes him a superior being. He’s had a difficult life and that’s made him intolerant of arrogance.
MG: Lovecraft wrote Supernatural Horror in Literature. You have stated that you are going to take some time off from writing fiction to focus on your non-fictional work and to write about weird fiction. Would you say that having a great knowledge of the history of weird fiction and being able to reflect about and rely on it can increase one’s own writing?
JL: I certainly wouldn’t claim to have a great knowledge of weird fiction, but I’ve read quite a bit of it over the past forty years. And doing that can enhance your own writing, if only because it helps you see how diverse and rich the weird fiction genre is. I get tired of writers being feted for reinventing the wheel. It’s easier to try and be original if you’ve got some idea of what’s gone before. And it helps you to see what the genre is really about, what the recurrent themes are. Cinema doesn’t define the weird fiction genre, writing does.
MG: Some years ago it was announced that you would be working on your third novel, Midnight Blue. Is that novel still going to happen? Is there anything else you’d like to add? Future plans?
JL: That novel was finished over two years ago, but I’m still seeking a publisher for it. It’s not a genre title, so I’m trying to convince literary publishers to take it on, and that world has changed radically in the last few years. I’ll let you know what happens. Regarding other projects – I’m working on a book of ghost stories, a book of ‘slipstream’ stories, a crime novel about alcoholism, a non-fiction book about horror fiction and the twentieth century, and a book of political poems. That should keep me busy for the next decade or so. I’m also planning to hibernate, but the legalitities of that are dismayingly complex.