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.
Wednesday night at a reading/q&a hosted by The Nervous Breakdown and Rare Bird Lit, Bret Easton Ellis said he Googles himself every day. Do you? Is there any stigma attached to admitting that you do? Why?
The Millions’ list of 20 More Under 40 includes Jesse Ball, Victor LaValle, Ben Kunkel, Salvador Plascencia, and many others.
Erin Hosier at The Nervous Breakdown has fiery stuff to say about Bill Clegg’s Portrait of the Addict as a Young Man. And here’s Dwight Garner at the New York Times with a pretty positive review from today. I haven’t read the book yet; it’s in the proverbial stack for this summer.
“Can you print it out?” is a question that belongs in the last century.
People ask this question a lot. They want to receive a paper manuscript, not an email attachment. Never mind that printing a manuscript is going to be a waste of anywhere from 100 pages to 1000 pages of paper, depending on the length of the work in question, how it’s spaced, and whether you printed single-sided. Never mind that it costs money (don’t even get me started on Kinko’s).
I used to think it was how “things were done.” Of course this editor wants 400 pages to arrive at her office in a heavy envelope via courier. It’s more legitimate. And it’s hard to read off a computer screen.
Well, no more. Let me assert a few things: READ MORE >
Katherine Dunn hasn’t published a novel in the 21 years since Geek Love. But she’s been working on one, and an excerpt is coming out in the Paris Review soon, thanks to an entreaty from editor Caitlin Roper. Also, remember that time last winter when she showed a mugger what’s up?
Looking back on hip-hop’s infatuation with Obama during the campaign (via RapGenius).
Have you been to/do you know about the American Visionary Art Museum? It’s in Baltimore. It features art by outsider artists. In cavalier/casual conversation one might say “art by the insane.” (edit: To be clear, I do not mean to suggest that everyone whose art is exhibited at AVAM was actually insane.) I went there once, a while ago. It came up in conversation the other day–I had forgotten. They have Darger stuff in their permanent collection, I believe. If you’re anywhere near there, go there.
And then think about whether it changes your appreciation of the art if you are told that the people who made it were in some cases mentally unbalanced. (How different is that from MoMA or LACMA?) Is it fucked-up/exploitative to be kind of especially interested in art created by the psychological disturbed? Is that different from collecting the clown paintings of John Wayne Gacy? Hey look, here’s a picture of Gacy with Rosalynn Carter.
image by Eugene Von Bruenchenhein
The two versions of his novel “The Getaway” — Peckinpah’s in 1972 and Roger Donaldson’s 1994 remake — are notoriously watered down and leave out the book’s most interesting feature: an ending in which the two central characters, a bank robber and his wife, descend into a physical and spiritual hell. Indeed. I always wondered why they left out the best and most bizarre part, when the protagonists go to a fabled Mexican haven for criminals and find it’s a nightmarish semi-fascist enclave (surprise!). I love Jim Thompson, have loved him since I was ten or eleven. The Getaway, The Killer Inside Me, The Grifters, Savage Night. Interested to see Michael Winterbottom’s adaptation of The Killer Inside Me, which provoked lots of disgusted walkouts at Sundance. Trailer looks good.