Ernest Hogan is not to be confused with this Ernest Hogan. His self-description probably does the best job: ERNEST HOGAN is a recombocultural Chicano mutant, known for committing outrageous acts of science fiction, cartooning, and other questionable pursuits. He can’t help but be controversial. Everything he does offends or causes psychic harm. Rumor has it he’s doing it on purpose. Some people think he’s funny.
A collaboration with Rick Cook on a story called Black Obsidian led to a Nebula recommendation.
I’ve known Ernest for a number of years between shopping at the bookstore where he worked and sitting next to him on panels at the local cons. Nobody writes like Ernest Hogan. Nobody.
If there is an award for most under-recognized writers, Ernest would have to be a contender. There are three words that describe his writing: A Wild Ride. Having read his novel Smoking Mirror Blues, I had a sense of what I was getting myself into when I asked him for a story for the 2020 Visions anthology. He responded with Radiation is Groovy, Kill the Pigs. The story is every bit as bizarre and insane as Smoking Mirror Blues, and I love it!
Anything that mixes radiation mutants, enhanced marijuana plants, Hispanic culture, a character called Senor Apocalypse, and chaos at the Mexican border is bound to be an experience.
Great write up! Just one correction: The story I wrote with Rick Cook was called OBSIDIAN HARVEST and was recommended for a Nebula, but didn’t get the full nomination. It’s amazing how these glitches get onto websites, then you can’t seem to get rid of them. The ones that claimed that I co-wrote CORTEZ ON JUPITER with a woman named Kathryn who I was supposed to be married to (Emily is only wife I ever had) have finally vanished. If I were paranoid, I’d wonder if Señor Apocalypse was messing with me . . .
I corrected the error.