Just when we thought we’d seen the end of him.
Nicky Pacione has managed to get himself thrown off of just about every social media and publishing site there is at some point. He’s pissed ’em off at Lulu, gotten himself booted off of Createspace, and even been put in time out with Facebook and Twitter. I think. There are likely many more, but I honestly don’t care enough to go searching for a more comprehensive list. He attacks admins with his homophobic, paranoid ravings, gets thrown off, and then goes on rants about what assholes they are for trying to keep the world from seeing his crap.
But he’s found himself a new publishing home. Until they get enough complaints about him or abuse from him, he’s publishing his drivel through Booktango. And it looks like he’s been a busy boy, publishing all of his old crap along with a new anthology. November alone has seen a new batch of books (re)published by tricky Nicky. Booktango doesn’t keep author or title information, but you can see their name as his publisher attached to books on Amazon.com
Nicky Pacione delivers a library of unknown horrors, is a book largely comprised of classic stories that he swiped from the internet, by such luminaries as Hitchcock, Lovecraft, Poe, Jack London, Bram Stoker, and a bunch of others. There’s a (very) small spattering of newer stories, but they are few. Looks like Nicky wants to reel ’em in with those famous names and cash in. Naughty, naughty.
There are horrors, all right. Starting with his liberal use of words like “faggot” and “retard” in the book’s prologue and continuing through disjointed run-on sentences that not only jump tenses mid-stream, but display a horrid lack of grammatical skills. Its a mess, and from the look of it, that’s indicative of his entire body of work.
Jenny’s got a scathing – and completely accurate – summation of Nicky’s waste of paper and bitrates over at HER PLACE from when it first came out. It’s highly amusing, and just as relevant today as it was then. I suggest it to anybody looking for a giggle about this guy. And, of course, The Rusty Nail always has the latest on this wing-nut. Whether he’s starting a new crowd-funding effort or getting himself thrown off of yet another social networking or publishing site, they’ll have the details for you to point and laugh at. I know I get a kick out of it. Brian Keene, a fine writer, also has some illuminating insights about Nicky’s tricky publishing habits. There’s stuff just about everywhere about this guy. One quick Google of his name should keep you amused through the next century or so.
If you decide to look Nicky’s ‘work’ up on Amazon.com, though, be sure to search just for his last name. He’s not going by Nickolaus A (or Albert) Pacione these days. He’s eliminated the A (or Albert). He’s got titles under both names up at Amazon, one with the middle bit, and the latest batch without. Sneaky monkey.
I didn’t think it was possible to find a publisher worse than Tabetha Jones and her multiple personality train wrecks, but I was wrong. This guy is worse. Not by much, all things considered. But if you’re a writer and these two were the only two publishing options left on the planet, you’d be best served by setting fire to your manuscript and roasting some weenies with it. At least that way you’d see a tangible result for all your hard work.