Nick Antosca
http://brothercyst.blogspot.com/
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.
http://brothercyst.blogspot.com/
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.
Around this time last year, random people told me about Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg and seemed shocked that I never heard of it, much less read it. So I bought it and read it, and it’s amazing. Now the book the universe is telling me about is The Man Who Was Thursday by GK Chesterton. On the list it goes.
Today I find myself at Readercon. Surrounded by ravenous readers of genre literature. These are my people, or some of them at least. I love story. I just got off a panel called “The Unknowable Character” (I think). John Crowley said, “I don’t mean to channel Rumsfeld, but when it comes to unknowable characters, there are known unknowns and unknown unknowns, and each is useful to a writer.” (I’m paraphrasing from memory.)
Merwin named Poet Laureate. Is this news of interest or relevance to you? Genuine question.
Paula Bomer’s collection Baby & other stories is now available for pre-order on Word Riot’s website. I am super-psyched for this collection. Paula’s a friend of HTML Giant, a friend of mine, and an awesome writer.
Victor LaValle, author of Big Machine, The Ecstatic, and Slapboxing with Jesus (and, full disclosure, a guy who blurbed one of my books), on his early-20s period of obesity, depression, and phone sex: “Have you ever known men or women who don’t get any kind of loving for years? They get weird. The women become either monstrously drab or they costume themselves in ways that make them seem unreal; they externalise their inner fantasies and come to believe that – on some level – they really are elves or princesses or, most disturbing of all, children again. And the men? They’re even worse. Men who are denied affection for too long devolve into some kind of rage-filled hominoid. Their anger becomes palpable. You can almost feel the wrath emanating from their pores. Lonely women destroy themselves; lonely men threaten the world.”
You only get one short story to read for the rest of your life. What do you choose? I might go with “The Hortlak” by Kelly Link. Or “My Lord You” or “Platinum” by James Salter.
I love HTMLGIANT commenter I. Fontana’s new story in Juked. Just as I loved his amazing Jean Harlow story in Spork a while back, which I think was the first short story I read of his.
From an email:
“We’ve started a blog called Horrible Poems from Horrible Emails.
Basically, we take emails that are boring, asinine, tedious, or just plain horrible and turn them into equally horrible poems.
If you or your friends have some emails that fit the bill, please submit them to HorriblePoemsHorribleEmails@gmail.com and we’ll see what, if anything, we can do.
Hopefully we can do at least one a day.
Emails don’t have to be particularly raunchy or obscene. They just have to have the potential to be an awesome (by awesome I mean bad) poem. “
Did you read the recent, and excellent, Laura Miller piece in the New Yorker about dystopic YA literature? It’s built around Suzanne Collins’ massively popular Hunger Games novels, which I’ve read (clumsy sentence-for-sentence writing, but great/addictive plotting) and which are basically Battle Royale for younger readers (group of kids dropped into arena/island, forced to hunt and kill each other as part of a game)… but it also name-checks the great House of Stairs and Singularity author William Sleator (with whom I once did an interview in which he effectively came out of the closet), Patrick Ness (whose The Knife of Never Letting Go had big problems, but was still immersive), and M.T. Anderson, whose amazing novel Feed is like A Clockwork Orange or The Informers or J.G. Ballard stuff masquerading as a YA novel. It’s really brilliant in every respect including the prose, and you should read it immediately if you haven’t and you’re into that sort of thing.