A review of Zeke Borshellac by James Damis

The book is a lurid purple-prosed comic masterpiece. I have not had as much pleasure reading a deep dense novel like this since The Sot-Weed Factor, A Confederacy of Dunces, Tristam Shandy, Quixote, Auto-da-fé, Joy Williams. The lietmotif of the book is wretched comic human excess. And ambition. And language! Borshellac begins his self-transformation as a stowaway on a fishing vessel, where he ineffectually disguises himself as a man-sized perch, lolling among the mountainous heaps of fresh-caught fish.

An Interview with Steve Rasnic Tem, King of the Horror Short Story

Tem lives alone in a modest house just south of Denver. Most striking when you walk in are the two walls—living room and adjoining dining room—covered with family portraits: his kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids. One senses the warmth and richness of his family that’s he’s surrounded himself with which makes his forays into darkness and horror all the more frightening and intriguing.