Because I adore all things gnomish — especially after having spent a year writing a YA novel about a warrior gnome’s quest to follow his beloved across the US even though he is too short to drive — I’m pretty excited about Chuck Sambuchino’s new book, When Garden Gnomes Attack.
I am even more excited that it is going to be featured in the upcoming issue of Reader’s Digest. I am taking this as an implicit promise that this venerable publication will next feature werewolves, and then perhaps (in turn) faeries, goatmen, mothmen, Bigfoot, hellhounds and ogres. Considering that these subjects are my bread and nectar, bringing gnomes to the forefront of public consciousness bodes very well for me and for other writers of Strange. Chuck Sambuchino, I salute you!
Besides, I own a few garden gnomes myself (although Oskar, hero of my novel The Kobold finds them ghoulish) and several times I swear I have seen the one holding the sharp spade twitch a bit when the dog or I walked past.
For the record and for comparison between the garden variety gnome and the real thing, my reference drawing of Oskar the Kobold is below. His story is complete and available, in case anyone wonders.
Oskar, the Kobold, a warrior gnome in America
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It is a little known fact that Gnomes originally hail from Gnomansland in the Carpathian Mountains. In 47 BCE there was a terribly terrific twister http://tinyurl.com/23u3aej
that swept through Gnomansland and sucked all the inhabitants up its funnel carrying them willy-nilly into the sky. Now, since the temperature there is well below freezing, they became petrified (though not dead) and there they remained suspended, some of them for centuries, until, at last, Gravity (as is its wont) brought them back to earth—where, because of their affinity for flowers and bumblebees—they fall into people’s gardens where one stumbles over there petrified forms and barks one’s shins.
But on the Three Nights of the Full Moon..when the wolfbane is in bloom, they come to life and play soft lupine melodies on their dogwood flutes…and it is then that the Manwolves and the Dogmen come out and dance to the Music of the Gnomes….
I agree…it is time for readers digest to feature the various creatures….go gnomes!