Dear Satan, what the hell happened to Clive Barker?
I interviewed him a few years ago for our late sister-paper New Times LA, and found him charming, lucid, smart, fan-friendly -- everything you'd hope he would be.
Today, I don't know what to make of him. His croaky voice and odd manner initially appear to be a put on, part of a joke in which he says he's been coming to Comic-Con since biblical times when his mother Mary brought him to read books about his father. The joke dies. But his voice
