The Two Mikes

The Two Mikes
Ever wanted to talk with someone about a book you just read? You could just join a book group and talk about it, drink a little, veer off on tangents, work back around to the book again, and finally wrap it up by picking the next book.

But what happens when the book you just read is about about hungry zombies or a haunted house, and your Eat, Pray, Love–reading friends aren’t really into reading it, much less discussing its finer points? That’s what we’re here for. We Two Mikes will be your virtual book group for discussing new and interesting and old and half-forgotten horror books.

If you want to follow along with us, look at the next forbidden book on the table and start reading.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Episode 75 Ramsey Campbell's The Doll Who Ate Its Mother


Mike and Mike devour from the inside out Ramsey Campbell's freshman novel The Doll Who Ate His Mother.   Is the Devil or is it Grandma who makes the monster?


 Raw Beef Eater

1 Healthy pour of Beefeater's Gin
1 Healthy splash of Campari

Combine all in a tall glass and garnish with a  lime


The Far Stairs said...

Hey, guys, it's "Our Jesse Livingston." I've been catching up on recent episodes, and I wanted to say that you two have a strange kind of telepathy. First of all, you used "It's the End of the World as We Know It" for the review of my book; that's one of the first rock'n'roll songs I ever heard, leading to a long obsession with R.E.M. I can still sing that entire song from memory. Also, it was crazy that you read The Night Room directly afterward; I had forgotten that book existed, but I immediately remembered reading it a long time ago and realized that it had been a major subconscious influence on A Thousand Lifetimes in an Hour. That book, along with Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions are the two examples I can think of where an author meeting his character is handled in a way that's both interesting and compelling. Peter Straub is one of my favorite authors, even though I've only actually liked a couple of his books. The one I *really* got into was the short-story collection Houses Without Doors, which you should absolutely read if you get a chance. There is writing in there that I think rivals the best of King, Vonnegut, Dick, Steinbeck, Fitzgerald, Hemingway -- pretty much anyone you care to name.

weso said...

I actualy invented a coctail very similar except it is 3 measures of Gin, 1 measure vodka, and 1/2 measure of campari. I call it the Flemming becaue Ian Flemming invented the Vesper and this is the best I could do at the bar I was at.