So, it sells for $20 billion. Not only is the specimen likely lost to science forever, imagine what $20 billion dollars would mean to vertebrate paleontology. I try to scrape together $100 here, $1000 there, for field work, lab equipment, basic research. This is an abomination,
I fucking hate Twitter. I just learned of Peter Straub's death, before the family could let me know. Peter saved my life, more than once, in more ways than once, and I was never able to pay him back. A great author, a gentle, brilliant man.
For
#FossilFriday
, one of the most unlikely and exqusite discoveries from the Late Cretaceous Mooreville Chalk of Alabama: the egg of a hadrosaur dinosaur, containing an embryo (!), from the famous Harrell Station outcrops near Selma. Discovered in 1970, still undescribed.
For
#FossilFriday
: In the 1980s, the late Dan Varner and I argued for hypocercal tail fins in mosasaurs, based solely on skeletal evidence. Decades later, this marvelous Prognathodon specimen from Jordan left little doubt we were correct.
For
#TylosaurusTuesday
, one of my favorite painting of the genus (by James Gurney of Dinotopia fame), as a somewhat orca-patterned Tylosaurus seizes a hapless Dolichorhynchops.
It is heartening to see the excitement over Bradbury Weather, which contains stories spanning my whole career (almost 30 years now!). With my recent detour back into scientific research, it's nice to be reminded there are still plenty of people who see me as an author!
Too many people think my fiction sets out to scare them. No. Almost never. My fiction, to the degree that it can be said to have a goal, sets out to make the reader feel awe, wonder. It's just that the path to awe is often disquieting.
It's sorta amazing how the five years I spent working with Neil on The Sandman spinoff The Dreaming (and The Girl Who Would Be Death) have kind of been forgotten. Hell, sometimes I forget.
So, during the reign of Der Trumpenfuhrer, I mostly made myself abandon the toxic cesspool that Twitter too often becomes. Now that the nightmare is ending, I am slowly wading back in. Be gentle.
In the terrifying chaos of the world right now, my work on mosasaurs & turtles is one of the few precuous things that grounds me & makes moving possibe. Maybe I'm not writing as much fiction these days, but paleo' keeps the crushing depair at bay & allows me to write *something*.
In only a little more than a year, 10 new mosasaur taxa (including my 2 new species of Ectenosaurus) have been named. I cannot think of any time in the 200+year history of mosasaur research this has happened, not even during the Bone Wars. '23 really WAS the year of the mosasaur.
Art courtesy the late, great Richard M. Powers, here's the cover for the forthcoming ENORMOUS collection of most of my science fiction (from
@SubPress
, no release date yet).
For
#TylosarusTuesday
, how about this close cousin to Tylosaurus, the high-latitude tylosaurine Taniwhasaurus antarcticus, from the Santonian/Campanian of James Ross Island, Antarctica?
It's not that I like playing the heretic or the spoilsport, it just keeps happening. So, I am the mosasaur worker who's fairly convinced that Thalassotitan is a species of Prognathodon. And I mean I'm almost certain.
Ironically, I don't read a lot of fiction, & I read very, very little 21st Century fiction. That said, I just read, finally,
@NBallingrud
's splendid North American Lake Monsters & adored it. Hints of Cormac McCarthy & Nic Pizzolatto, but, in the end Ballingrud, is his on beast.
I figure the two most important things I can do with my readers is to a) turn them on to weird fiction and b) turn them on the science. That's my job, tater beans, Lovecraft and paleontology.
Sometimes the scale of tylosaurines is simply disorienting. Here's the right pterygoid of "Alfred" the Tylosaurs proriger, from the basal Mooreville Chalk of Greene County, AL,
@Mcwane
for
#TylosaurTuesday
.
I know I can't be the only person who finds deep time a comfort. It seems to freak out a lot of folks, or their mind just bounces off the very idea. But it makes me feel grounded, pun unintended. (Art by the amazing
@ratfishray
.)
"Now that you're a paleontologists again, are you still a writer?" Two part answer: 1) I was never NOT a paleontologist and 2) YES. Short fiction aside, I am currently at work on my next novel, The Night Watchers, which I hope will be out late in 2022. How? I never sleep.
On the one hand, working with mosasaurs & not dinosaurs, I don't have to constantly explain that dinosaurs are not lizards. On the *other* hand, I have to frequently explain that mosasaurs are lizards, NOT dinosaurs.
"We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us." ~ Franz Kafka
I have spent my life fighting clinical depression, and it appalls to see the hate and ignorance levelled at John Fetterman. The complete lack of basic humanity displayed by so many for a genuinely great man.
For
#FossilFriday
, I'm gonna cheat & share one of my favorite mosasaur fossils, even though this isn't
#MosasaurMonday
, because this Plotosaurus skull is, I think, one of the most singularly beautiful fossils even found.
My message to all those undergrad and grad students hoping to be full-time pro paleontologists: Have *good* plan Bs and Plan Cs, because odds are you'll need them. I have spent most of my adult life on my Plan B (fiction), doing paleontology when life allows. Do not fear options.
Okay. A serious one. I hate the way that good, solid anatomical description has lost ground to phylogenetics (which, of course, in theory, is built on good, solid anatomical work). In a description of a new taxon, the morphology should not be overwhelmed by cladograms.
Probably my personal favorite from my run on The Dreaming, nominated for a Bram Stoker Award, the story of Edgar Allen Poe's cat, Catterina, in her battle against the "Conqueror Worm" to save Poe's wife, Virginia, from tuberculosis.
For
#MosasaurMonday
, James Carter Beard's 1898 depiction of a crowded, chaotic Cretaceous ocean, including Mosasaurus (center), Tylosaurus (two at left), and Clidastes (bottom).
After five years in production, this afternoon I finally held in my hands a copy of Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales. Centipede Press has published what is undoubtedly the most beautiful book ever to bear my name.
Truly, there is likely no single threat to modern literature greater than "sensativity readers." I would rather have my books banned outright. At least they would remain intact.
In 2021, there is almost no imaginable, reasonable excuse for hunting large carnivorous mammals, such as the 200+ wolves recently killed in Wisconsin (in 3 days). It is not sport. It is slaughter. The most noble intent I can ascribe to such "hunters" is dick measuring.
So, FoxNews is now whining about the new
#StarTrek
series being "woke." All I can say is these folks have clearly *never* watched Star Trek. The series has challenged prejudices and addressed social causes since the 1960s, including those concerning PoC and LGBT people.
"In the end, the work is all that matters. When it's over and you're dead, the work is all that anyone will remember." ~ Neil Gaiman to me, from a phone conversation regarding writing that took place sometime in 1998. (This is the hardcore truth of it.)
Cover reveal! The cover for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale, art by
@thejohnconway
, w/interiors by
@sharkbitesteve
, a HB chabook to accompany the deluxe ed. of Bradbury Weather, my next science-fiction collection from
@SubPress
. I love this Triceratops.
Before I made my first fiction sale in 1993 at age 29, I'd worked many jobs and had nine years of college. I didn't sell my first novel until 1997, at age 32. Good writers are born from the experience of living, and that takes time.
For
#MosasaurMonday
, a very young "Clidastes" from the Mooreville Chalk of Ala. The skull would have been about the length of my hand, but narrower, w/a body ~5 ft. long (1.5m). We've found them even smaller here.
“The problem in our country isn't with books being banned, but with people no longer reading. You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
--- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
For
#FossilFriday
, the iconic Xiphactinus audax (I have always preferred the name Portheus, but this one goes to Leidy, not Cope). Sternberg's classic "fish within a fish." And I'm not choosing Xiphactinus just to pick on the Xiphactophobic
@Mosasaurologist
. Probably.
Today is it. No more Twitter, after more than 14 years here. There's just too much hatred, too much backbiting, too much cruelty and ignorance, and too much misinformation. It's a shame. I'll still be on Facebook (friends only).
For
#TrilobiteTuesday
, tiny Ditymopyge, one of the youngest & last of the dynasty of Tribobita & the only trilobite from Alabama's Pennsyvanian-aged Pottsville Formation. Before the catacylsmic Permian extinction, which took out 90-96% of all life, trilobites were already scarce.
I do not, as a rule, dispense writing advice. But. If I were to do such a thing, the first thing I would say is toss that bullshit about the necessity of character "arcs" out the damn window. We do not live in arcs.
How badass are mosasaurs? What about a second set of teeth to help pull struggling prey down their throats, as if maybe H.R. Giger had a hand in their design?
#MosasarMonday
Starting today I'm going to post photos of the reconstruction of the "Greene County Mosasaur," Red Mountain Museum's _Clidastes_ now on display at
@McWane
. These date from 1977. I was there as a 13yr-old volunteer. Here the tooth-bearing pterygoids. Yellow= plaster. Brown = bone.
People kept asking yesterday, "Is that Richard Powers?" Yes, the cover is a previously unused painting by Richard Powers. Getting it was a dream come true. (Sorry for accidentally deleting this tweet.)
Speaking of Ray Harryhausen's birthday, one night in 1998, Harlan Ellison introduced me to both Harryhausen and Ray Bradbury, *at the same time*. It was one of those magical moments that you spend the rest of your life doubting actually hapened.
If you're being honest, it's impossible to "incorrectly" write about your own gender or sexuality. The object is to record your unique perspective, not parrot someone else's political agenda. YOU write YOU. Otherwise, you're wasting your own time and that of your readers.
I still get these folks telling me that correct punctuation (periods, especially) should be avoided in tweets, etc., because they're "aggressive" or "passive-aggressive." One person even told me it was classist! Me, I'll keep using correct punctuation, & social media be damned.
Once upon a time, American racists considered nations like Ireland, Italy, Hungary, *and* (cough cough) Norway
#ShitHoleCountiries
. We are all immigrants here. Many of us are the children of refugees. Fuck you,
@realDonaldTrump
.
“Pure genius, an underappreciated master whose vision expresses itself through vast geographic expanses, gender fluidity, geological upheaval,the horror &beauty of the natural world& mythic architecture of the mind.Kiernan is transformative. Read her & be changed.” New York Times
Sometimes I realize how genuinely fortunate I was to be where I was in my high school/early college years. Among other things it meant I was involved in the excavation of surch luminary taxa as Georgiacetus & Appalachiosaurus. I wish I had time to write a book about those years.
For this
#TylosaurusTuesday
, one of my favorite _T. proriger_ photographs: Levi, Charles Mortram, & Ethel Sternberg, w/the skull of an iconic
@SternbergMuseum
specimen collected by their father George F. Sternberg, ca. 1926.
You want to unfollow me for be pro-vaccine, pro-masking, pro-lockdwon, pro-travel restructions, pro-vaccine passports, pro-science? Yes, please do. The sooner the better.
Finally seeing the first episode of
#PrehistoricPlanet
last night was an utter delight, start to finish. I kinda feel I've waited my whole life to see that. And I have no complaints worth mentioning re: the mosasaurs. It was all simply beautiful.
My fiction writing duties aside, it does look like I will be greatly increasing the time and energy I am able to spend on paleontology (mosasaurs, turtles) enormoulsy in 2023. If American democracy will holds together, I'll bring the science. Mosasaur mysteries, beware.
Pretty much every time I say something like, "Hey, dumb ass. Yeah, you. Please stop buying this bullshit, whackadoo, anti-vaxer conspiracy-theory nonsense and get your damn COVID vaccination," about 10 people "unfriend" me w/in an hr. I wear these losses like a badge of honor.
Not sure if I've missed
#AnkylosaurWeek
or not, but here's a subadult nodosaur from the Ripley Fm. (Late Campanian) of Ala. that I prepped way back in 1983, but that remains undescribed, on display
@Mcwane
in Birmingham.
I get it. This is a bummer, my going on about COVID & anti-vaxer/anti-mask idiots & climate change. It's a lot more fun when I post about writing & mosasaurs & herpetology. Sure. But the world is more fucked than @ any time in my 57 yrs. & NOT talking about that seems very wrong.
Back in ''88 Dan Varner did 4 paintings intended for my AL mosasur biostrat study (2002). None made the final paper due to prohibitive cost & comments fr. a particular reviewer. But here's Tylosaurus proriger in the Eutaw Fm., w/Eonatator & an unidentified ray.
#TylosaurusTuesday
I'm going to repeat what
@jeffvandermeer
just said. As long as I am alive, no AI-generated art will appear on my books. Living, human artists only. And, for that matter, I will do whatever I can to prevent it after I die.
Happy Holidays to you all!
(And, for the record, the earliest recorded use of "Happy Holidays" dates to 1863 and became widespread in the 30s and 40s. Also, birds are real.)