tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44746042046944879412024-03-12T18:55:15.292-07:00Nightmare Trails at KnifepointNicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11336802107038613964noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474604204694487941.post-14475477801216795232018-12-04T06:17:00.000-08:002013-06-04T06:31:41.325-07:00Individual Pamphlets + Graphics<div>
The end . . . for now. Issue #12 wraps the story up.</div>
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Thank you to all the loyal readers who made this an adventure not only for Ephraim P. Noble, but for me as well.</div>
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The project is explained <a href="http://ephraimpnoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/project.html">here</a>. <br />
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Check back for updates. Ephraim is gone, depending on how you define "gone"...</div>
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Here are cover scans for each issue, except for #1.<br />
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<b>#2</b> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"The car stopped in the glow. The tall one cut the engine and got out. The hunchback followed."</span><br />
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<b>#3</b> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And yet there were still stray memories that floated up, like small, soft underinflated balloons."</span><br />
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<b>#4</b> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What have they done to you, Hutton?"</span><br />
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<b>#5</b> (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">SOLD OUT</span>)</div>
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<b>#6</b> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Electric thoughts raced between their heads."</span><br />
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<b>#7</b> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, Mary</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Noble thought, on the ladder, clutching the clock hand. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh God Mary.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><br />
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<b>#8</b> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(An oversized graphic illustration, only 1/2 shown here, + 1 narrative page) </span>/ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ephraim scans the hall for the terminal door." (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">SOLD OUT</span>)</span><br />
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<b>#9</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(marked as 8) /</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You are in deep and dark water now."</span><br />
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<b>#10</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(an oversized graphic illustration, only 1/2 shown, w/ text on back--a one-sheet) / "America America is killing its youth."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>#11</b></span> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This is like a campfire story, isn't it?"</span></div>
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<b>#12 /</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't forget the good, Noble." [The final installment]</span></div>
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Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11336802107038613964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474604204694487941.post-72145418055515274412010-06-10T15:14:00.001-07:002010-06-10T15:14:57.019-07:00The Comedies of Ephraim P. NobleTrue, and pure of spirit. <a href="http://comediesofepn.blogspot.com/">Here</a>.Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11336802107038613964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474604204694487941.post-36672829686011903852010-05-26T16:08:00.000-07:002010-10-03T17:50:41.220-07:00Nightmare Trails at Knifepoint<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPx35I_8ZwFWiJoRa4_fuQvaTo3IFNNWdpNU0MD7iXROYHhiqhxyGfmBeseU8J7eYp3K3MgFPU1X2v_MsTWyxvQ_Psb9w4ft2OkP9gHumG80gf1vscXWR3tbihMTP0KuhN1C6UeeTiVxU/s1600/Turn+Back.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPx35I_8ZwFWiJoRa4_fuQvaTo3IFNNWdpNU0MD7iXROYHhiqhxyGfmBeseU8J7eYp3K3MgFPU1X2v_MsTWyxvQ_Psb9w4ft2OkP9gHumG80gf1vscXWR3tbihMTP0KuhN1C6UeeTiVxU/s320/Turn+Back.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406727457028552530" /></a>Greetings, dear reader.<br /><br />Welcome to <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Nightmare Trails at Knifepoint.</span><br /><br /><i>Nightmare Trails</i> is a lightning-flashed <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">noir</span>, a haunted detective novel for our disordered age. Ephraim P. Noble is a new kind of hero who must face the incoherence of a vast underground tunnel system built at the same time as the interstate highway system in the 1950s, a clock that doesn't keep time but creates it, his doppelganger, a mad (as in sanatorium) hunchback, a shadowy woman with long fingers whom he just happens to love, and a dark mystery as complicated as life itself. Ephraim, in fact, collaborated with me on portions of <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><a href="http://culturaldictionaryofpunk.blogspot.com/">A Cultural Dictionary of Punk, 1974-1982</a></span> (Continuum Publishers, 2009), where he made his first public appearance.<div><br /></div><div>Each monthly installment follows Ephraim as he journeys deeper into the tunnels, where a vast machine awaits him. Is it possible to escape one's fate? This, and other mysteries, lay at the heart of <i>Nightmare Trails</i>. The plot thickens in each installment, until it reaches is resolution in the final pamphlet (December 2010).<br /><br />As a lover of sequential, serialized narrative, I found that the most natural way to publish Ephraim's strange odyssey was through a series of pamphlets, each one between 6 to 20 pages long, and each with a cliffhanger ending. (Well, seeing as there are no cliffs per se in this part of Michigan, let's just call them ravine-hanger endings.) I also loved the idea of telling his story in paper format, so that the story being told is more than the story itself, but also the medium of its publication. In other words, the pamphlets are worth keeping, featuring full-color covers and, sometimes, inserts.<br /><br /><br /></div>Nicholashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11336802107038613964noreply@blogger.com1