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? Continue reading “ZOETROPE, PLEASE.“
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.
Real headline: “Bolt Bus Driver Arrested for DUI, Tao Lin Aboard.”
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.
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.