Lorne Dixon lives and writes off an exit of Interstate 78 in residential New Jersey. He grew up on yellow-spined paperbacks, black-and-white monster movies, and the thunder-lizard backbeat of Rock 'N Roll. He believes lawn darts should be legalized, Barbara Steele's portrait should be on our money, and William Hope Hodgson's The House on the Borderland should replace Ethan Frome in high school literature classes.