Joe R. Lansdale

By Joe R. Lansdale:


The Next 60: Where Are My Flying Cars?

by Joe R. Lansdale | Sun, Dec 14, 2014 at 12:10 CST
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The Battery Powered Christmas

My parents and I were staying in a little, rented house that leaned to one side like a wet cardboard box. It was almost Christmas—the first Christmas I remember—and the images are stuck to my mind like dog hair to … Read More


The Last Minstrel Show

Mt. Enterprise Back then, it was still thought ok to blacken your face, whiten your lips, talk in exaggerated accents, play music and tell jokes about how lazy and carefree black folks were. How their main preoccupation was avoiding work … Read More


The Drowned Man

In our early 20s, my wife and I didn’t have any money or real jobs. We were going to college and doing day labor in Nacogdoches. What we didn’t have was a house we owned. The one we were living … Read More


The Day Before The Day After

I was 5 years old, and I lived in a house on top of a hill. Below it was a honky-tonk, and a highway ran in front of that. Across the highway was a drive-in theater. There were a few … Read More


Darkness in the East

Noir is a French word meaning dark. It’s used to identify a certain type of grim fiction or film. Don’t let the French name fool you. There’s plenty of noir right here in East Texas, though it’s mixed with Southern … Read More


Doggone Justice

Things have changed. The world has evolved. A punch in the mouth ain’t what it used to be. Once you were more apt to settle your own problems, or have them settled for you, by an angry party. Teeth could … Read More


Blood Sport

It’s early yet, but mighty East Texas hunters should get out their guns and oil them up, buy shells, proper clothing and a game bag, and pack a lunch. Squirrel season is upon us—in a few months. So, if you … Read More


Walmart, I Can’t Quit You

Listen to an audio version of this story produced by This Land Radio. Once upon a time in our little town of Nacogdoches, arguably the oldest continuous settlement in Texas, there was no Walmart. There were numerous stores downtown and few … Read More


Dark Inspiration

I can’t think about Edgar Allan Poe without thinking about my life, because he was there in dark spirit, in my room and in my head. He was out there in the shadows of the East Texas pines, roaming along … Read More