Earl Lee
Earl Lee was born in Illinois (near Chicago) in 1955 and is currently a librarian at Pittsburg State University. He was recently promoted to the honorary rank of University Professor.
Earl Lee was an editor on the SciFi novel: The Hour of Lead.
He wrote the foreword to The Jungle: The Uncensored Original Edition (See Sharp Press).
He has lived in Arkansas (Little Rock, Jacksonville, Fayetteville, Strawberry, Calamine); Tennessee (Memphis); Wisconsin (Appleton, Ashwaubenon, De Pere, Madison, Rice Lake); Oklahoma (Enid), and Kansas.
Lee has attended Lyon College in Batesville, Arkansas (B.A. in Literature); the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville (M.A. in English); Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin (teaching certification); and the University of Wisconsin--Madison (M.A.L.I.S).
His articles have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including bestselling anthology You Are Being Lied To.
Currently he is working on a political satire and a non-fiction work on the history of religion. His horror fiction is often graphic and always literate.
“Yes, Bush spouted a bunch of religious crap, but at least he didn't believe in it.Give the man a beer. Sometimes hypocrisy is better than faith.”
“Sarah Palin is living proof that you can't make a silk purse out of a horse's ass.”
“Bill O'Reilly calls his tv show the "No Spin Zone" but the man is practically a whirling dervish. He combines willful ignorance with a simple child-like faith in the system that, not coincidentally, has made him a millionaire.”
“I'm a Skeptic. And I'm a Journalist. I look up things in the library—a lot! I believe in the motto of Missouri, the 'Show-me, don't just blow me' state. I need evidence. I need demonstrations. I need show-and-tell. Even though I pray to God every once in a while, especially when I'm in trouble—which for most guys my age is every 28 days—I still think deeply about the issues and don't automatically jump to a religious or mystical answer to questions. I am, by nature, doubtful about the existence of God, and even whether He is a He or a Her. I don't believe in New Age stuff. For me, 'Past Life Regression' means not calling a girl after she gives me her phone number. Sure I own a lucky rabbit's foot, a lucky penny, a lucky 4-leaf clover and a lucky horeshoe [sic], and a pair of lucky underwear and several pairs of lucky socks that I only wash every seven days. But under it all I am a died–in-the-wool skeptic.”
“Ramrod felt a great sadness building up, deep within. There were no words to express his feeling of loss. The sorrow rose up from the pit of his stomach and caught in his throat. He had a strangled ejaculation buried deep down in his soul. Yes, Ramrod missed his wife very, very much. He missed the warmth of her breasts pressed up against him in the night. He even missed her cold feet. And he especially missed her bedtime facial. Yes, it’s true—he missed her eyes, he missed her mouth. He had trouble remembering how she wore her hair the last time he saw her, and he missed that, too. It’s like, where Love was concerned, Ramrod’s aim wasn’t very good. Yes, life was becoming very, very hard on Ramrod. ”