Nick Antosca

Nick Antosca is the author of two novels: Fires (2006, Impetus Press) and Midnight Picnic (2009, Word Riot Press). Antosca was born in Louisiana and currently lives in New York City.

And this is what we call fishing for outrage. Anyways, off to go read American Psycho again.


I got an email from Zoetrope with the subject line: “Fall Preview!  The Horror Issue” and my first thought was, Awesome, I’ll probably have to resubscribe to Zoetrope: All Story.

Then I opened it and read the email’s content:

Zoetrope’s Fall 2011 release is a specially themed horror edition that includes scary stories from Jim Shepard, Karen Russell, Alexandra Kleeman, and Ryu Murakami.

Are you fucking kidding me?  Those are the authors you pick for your horror issue, Zoetrope?  READ MORE >

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August 24th, 2011 / 12:00 pm

The Millions most-anticipated list for the second half of the year attempts to rip its penis off.

So, wow, Yale just announced $150,ooo literary prizes that’ll be awarded starting in about a year and a half.  Endowed by the late writer Donald Windham, who “specifically requested that writers with no academic affiliation be considered.”  Here’s hoping prizes go to some surprising (in a good way) recipients.

Cool article on Mark Hogancamp in today’s NY Times.  Hogancamp was the subject of the documentary Marwencol, which I posted about when I saw it a few months back.  I can’t encourage you strongly enough to see this documentary, it’s one of the best films I’ve ever seen about the process of and the reasons for making art.

The Paris Review is running ‘James Salter Month,’ a series of essays on Salter’s work, in anticipation of their annual Spring Revel on April 12.  The most recent essay is on Salter’s famous story “Last Night.”  Salter’s being honored at this year’s Revel with the Hadada Prize.  Looking forward to it.


Brian Jacques, the Redwall guy, just died.  I read those books when I was tiny… when there were only like four or five of them (now there are 21; a new one is soon to be published).  His name brings back memories.  I used to have nightmares about a huge rodent with a skull-helmet and a large, weighted net chasing me.

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February 9th, 2011 / 3:13 pm

If you found J.D. Salinger lying on a pile of coats at a party, and he invited you to leave the party — and your life — with him and go away together forever, what would you say?


Tonight I was at the house of a friend whose house I’d never been to before and there was a noise in the back yard, and my friend said, “Want to meet the raccoons?”  So we went to the back yard.

They were watching and waiting for food


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December 15th, 2010 / 6:14 am