Mad Dog Summer

Mad Dog Summer and Other Stories, is a collection of short stories by Joe R. Lansdale, first published in 2004 in a limited edition by Subterranean Press. It was reissued in paperback in 2006 by Golden Gryphon Press. Both Subterranean Press editions have long sold out.

It contains:

  • "Mad Dog Summer" (won a Bram Stoker Award and was originally published in 999: New Stories of Horror & Suspense, ed Al Sarrantonio) (1999)
  • "The Mule Rustlers" (originally published in The Mysterious Press Anniversary Anthology, ed. Freed and Malloy) (2001)
  • "O’Reta: Snapshot Memories" (originally published in Mothers and Sons, ed. Jill Morgan) (2000)
  • "Rainy Weather" (won a Bram Stoker Award) (shorter version of what became The Big Blow) (originally published in Cemetery Dance #30) (1998)
  • "Screwup" (co-wr: Karen Lansdale) (originally published in Till Death Do Us Part, ed. Jill M. Morgan & Martin H. Greenberg) (1999)
  • "The Steam Man of the Prairie and the Dark Rider Get Down" (originally published in The Long Ones) (2000)
  • "Veil's Visit" (a Hap and Leonard short story co-written with Andrew Vachss) (originally published in Veil's Visit: A Taste of Hap and Leonard) (2001)
  • "Way Down There" (first publication)

An early, extremely limited pressing had the script for the graphic novel Red Range, as well as the other Hap and Leonard story "Death by Chili".

Famous quotes containing the words mad dog, mad, dog and/or summer:

    “Mad dogs and Englishmen
    Go out in the midday sun.”
    —Noël Coward (1899–1973)

    “Make ‘em cry. Make ‘em laugh. Make ‘em mad, even mad at you. Stir them up and they’ll love it and come back for more. But for heaven’s sake, don’t try to improve their minds.”
    —Robert Rossen (1908–1966)

    “Old Mother Hubbard
    Went to the cupboard
    To get her poor dog a bone:
    But when she got there
    The cupboard was bare,
    And so the poor dog had none.”
    —Sarah Catherine Martin (1768–1826)

    “The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to her mother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.”
    —Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)