• Salsa Nocturna

    "These are stories of the magic in cities, of the life in death, of the hope that even the most cynical of people still feel deep down. It had everything I wanted: noir and horror and mystery and fantasy, all mixed up and flavored with fresh attitude. And I loved every bit of it." --Locus Award-winning author N.K. Jemisin

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    A 300 year-old story collector enlists the help of the computer hacker next door to save her dying sister. A half-resurrected cleanup man for Death s sprawling bureaucracy faces a phantom pachyderm, doll-collecting sorceresses and his own ghoulish bosses. Gordo, the old Cubano that watches over the graveyards and sleeping children of Brooklyn, stirs and lights another Malagueña. Down the midnight streets of New York, a whole invisible universe churns to life in Daniel José Older’s debut collection of ghost noir.




  • Recent Publications

     
    I Sought Solace in my Bookshelf: on love, violence and literature at Buzzfeed Books Move Over, Lovecraft...Fantasy Writers of Color are Coming Through at The Guardian Dust at Lightspeed/iO9 Animal, a short story at Nightmare Magazine Snowpiercer and the One White Dude To Rule Them All at Al Dia NPR's Latino USA segment on race, sci-fi and publishing featuring NK Jemisin, Nalo Hopkinson and me The FanBros site interviews me about what I'm up to  Jamie Moore and I interview the great Kiese Laymon about race, publishing and craft On the Spirit World and White Supremacy... more

    Magdalena

     
    (originally published in Salsa Nocturna)   In a couple of hours, Magdalena will walk out of a forest and into a field. I've imagined the moment so many times now. One of her spaghetti straps'll be hanging down her shoulder and she'll still be carrying the machete with her. She won't be smiling. Face so serious you'd wonder if she'll ever smile again. But she will walk out into that field and far, far away, and leave the terrible past behind her. "So you're saying you still think about her?" Big Cane breaks into my imaginings. Probably because he's bored. We've... more

    Workshops

     
    These workshops are available for all ages and can be tailored to fit different times. Shoot me an email to discuss pricing and availability: danieljose@ghoststar.net   THE STORY OF POWER AND THE POWER OF STORY In this 3-hour workshop we will break open the rules and preconceived notions about gender and race, tracing their affect on our daily lives back to the cultural, institutional dynamics that created them. Using these power maps, we’ll explore tools for incorporating the analytics of oppression and resistance into the narrative arts.   FUNDAMENTALS OF... more

    Conversations In The SFF Culture Wars

     
    There's been a lot of hoopla recently about this issue, including the #DiversityInSFF hashtag and assorted follow up blogs, comments, arguments. Really, it's a conversation we've been having since long before I got involved in the sci-fi community, and it's good it's getting some large scale traction. Below are two pieces of the conversation I've been involved with: The great Roxane Gay wrote up Salsa Nocturna as part of an essay in The Nation on the changing face of SFF.

    And I hosted a roundtable discussion at Strange Horizons with some authors and... more


    Fantasy Writer Cerece Rennie Murphy Vlog Reviews Salsa Nocturna

     
      Was honored to be reviewed by the great Cerece Rennie Murphy on her Black Speculative Fiction Month Video blog: Cerece Rennie Murphy Black Speculative Fiction Month Video... more

    Salsa Nocturna: The Publisher’s Weekly Review

     A delicate mix of horror and humor permeates this striking and original set of 13 linked supernatural noir tales. Carlos Delacruz is “barely alive at all, a botched resurrection, trapped in perpetual ambiguity.” Naturally, he works as a soulcatcher for New York City’s Council of the Dead. Carlos and Gordo, an old Cubano who finds musical inspiration among the muertos, serve as common threads in a tapestry depicting the growing restlessness of the dead under the Council’s bureaucratic rule. Colorfully depicted New York neighborhoods are secretly populated by an army of... more

    The Crate

     
    Originally published in Crossed Genres When you first stood up in that board meeting your long black and gray locks dropped like a waterfall all the way down to your ass and your stony serious face looked like it would forever refuse to smile. I liked that about you. Never had time to tell you, but it was that ferocity that got me. You were short and slender, but clearly a mountain. A lone black woman at the head of a table of comely white folks in a giant white marble castle. The only African thing around less than 400 years old, not counting my half-black ass. You welcomed me and gave... more

    Tenderfoot

     
    Originally published in The Innsmouth Free Press I remember Delton Jennings. Bumped into him pretty regularly on my late-night sojourns and the guy was nice enough, if you could get past the rambling and hygiene issues. But this flattened mass of flesh, blood-crusted hair and organs? There’s a name tag where they guessed the foot would’ve been and without it, I wouldn’t know old Delton from a ham sandwich. The one thing that is impossible not to notice is the smell. It’s not the pee-plus-beer-plus-a-quarter-century-of-body-odor combo that Delton usually rocked. It’s something... more

    Salsa Nocturna

     
    Originally published in Strange Horizons People say that all musical geniuses die in the gutter, and I've made my peace with that, but this is ridiculous. Anyway, it's a boiler room, but let me start at the beginning: the whole gigging around at late night bars and social clubs really began drying up right around the time the great white flight did a great white about-face. Mosta my main night spots shut down or started serving cappuccino instead of El Presidente. Two of my guys moved to Philly. Things were looking kinda grim, to be honest with you. I mean, me, I knew it'd work out in the... more