Stoker Season
Posted in Musings on February 8th, 2010 by BrianIt’s that time of year again. That time of year when writers whom I don’t know, have never talked to or haven’t heard from since this time last year suddenly decide that I’m their ‘friend’ and start lobbying me to vote for their book in the Bram Stoker Awards. Which is funny for many reasons, because a) I have not been a member of HWA for a very long time and therefore, cannot vote for shit, Stoker or otherwise, and b) when I was a member, my method was to vote against anybody who actively lobbied for the award, and c) I happen to think the word ‘friend’ has more meaning and connotation behind it than simply adding somebody to a Facebook or MySpace page.
During the last few long, cold winter weeks, I have once again faced down depression and death and found them not to my liking. I’m back now, ready to write and take care of business, but I can’t get to the business because my email inbox and Twitter feed are full of “Hey Brian, any chance I can send you a review copy of my book for consideration in the Stoker Awards?” and “Hey Brian, I see that Unhappy Endings made the preliminary Stoker ballot. I’ll vote for it if you’ll vote for mine.”
I fucking hate Stoker season in the same way I hate organized sports, racism, beets, child abuse, the current state of hip-hop, our two-party political system, and those god-damned zombie/classic literature mash-up novels. I have two Bram Stoker awards on my shelf, amongst other awards. I used to be proud of them. They used to mean something. But with each passing year, the Bram Stoker awards get cheapened by all of the constant whoring to the point where I consider selling those two haunted house statues on eBay and using the proceeds to buy something for my sons instead.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – if the HWA reformists are serious about repairing the now decades-long damage that the organization has suffered in the public eye, the first step should be to put the Bram Stoker awards on hiatus for at least three years. The current incarnation of HWA exists as nothing more than a life-support system for the awards. Both the organization and the awards are in desperate need of an overhaul. Imagine what the membership could accomplish if they didn’t have to worry about the awards for three years? After that, their second order of business could be issuing a public apology to Nick Mamatas and Lee Thomas…








