August 16th, 2010 / 5:25 pm
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Win Kate Zambreno’s O Fallen Angel

The wonderful Kate Zambreno has offered to give three copies of her book O Fallen Angel to HTMLGIANT readers. In our recent interview with her Kate said:

“I had these three characters haunting me—Maggie is in many ways a grotesque carciature of another character I had written before, Ruth in an unpublished novel Green Girl, a sort of postfeminist libertine who’s also quite passive and tragic, sort of like if a Jean Rhys heroine was alive now or Clarice Lispector’s Macabea.”

As such, we’d like to hear about your inspirations, or stealings. Comment with a brief confession of something you’ve manipulated or stolen, language-wise or other. Kate will pick three winners sometime late Wednesday.

[Also, this week a new limited edition and only briefly available piece from Kate has been published by Legacy Pictures: I AM SHARON TATE.]

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64 Comments

  1. mimi

      And then I wrote a grossly embellished, lewd tell-all under a clever pseudonym and lived off the spoils for years.

  2. chris

      <3 o fallen angel

  3. v.

      Can I win a copy of the book by stealing a friend’s anecdote about stealing a plate from an Oscar Wilde restaurant by hiding it in a napkin in her purse because her apartment needed dishes and all I said as I watched her do this was, ooh, that’s steeealing.

  4. Owen Kaelin

      I watched a friend of mine, once, steal a napkin receptacle from a McDonald’s. I drove the getaway car. It was quite an amusing sight, seeing this skinny girl running out with the shiny metal napkin receptacle clenched to her chest.

      It wasn’t much of a getaway, considering that before I could leave the parking lot I had to stop and wait for a space in the traffic.

  5. Owen Kaelin

      Confession time:

      She wasn’t *actually* a friend of mine — it was her dorm roommate I was friends with — but I wanted to watch her do it. Perhaps it’s the voyeur in me.

      This reminds me that, when we were in the same class together, one day when I wasn’t there, two cops showed up and spoke inaudibly with the teacher. My friend (not the napkin-receptacle thief but her dorm roommate) told me later that it’d crossed her mind that they were looking for me.

      Why she though this? I don’t know. I swear I was a good boy. I’ve always been a good boy.

      But this gets me to thinking that somebody — some other thief, perhaps — was fucking around with Time.

  6. Owen Kaelin

      Another confession:

      I don’t actually believe in Time. I think it’s all a lie. There. I said it. I feel better.

      I’ve had these thoughts since I was 15/16. I’ve known all along it was a lie. Time is not a thing! I shouted, It’s a Concept!

      Nobody believed me. I was just a kid, therefore it was clear I knew nothing. I would continue to know nothing until I turned 18, and thus inherited the legal right to form an opinion, which just happened to correspond with my reception of the right to vote.

      But I still don’t believe in Time.

      Is this bad?

      I swear I’ve always been a good boy.

  7. mimi

      And then I wrote a grossly embellished, lewd tell-all under a clever pseudonym and lived off the spoils for years.

  8. Owen Kaelin

      I watched a friend of mine, once, steal a napkin receptacle from a McDonald’s. I drove the getaway car. It was quite an amusing sight, seeing this skinny girl running out with the shiny metal napkin receptacle clenched to her chest.

      It wasn’t much of a getaway, considering that before I could leave the parking lot I had to stop and wait for a space in the traffic.

  9. Owen Kaelin

      Confession time:

      She wasn’t *actually* a friend of mine — it was her dorm roommate I was friends with — but I wanted to watch her do it. Perhaps it’s the voyeur in me.

      This reminds me that, when we were in the same class together, one day when I wasn’t there, two cops showed up and spoke inaudibly with the teacher. My friend (not the napkin-receptacle thief but her dorm roommate) told me later that it’d crossed her mind that they were looking for me.

      Why she though this? I don’t know. I swear I was a good boy. I’ve always been a good boy.

      But this gets me to thinking that somebody — some other thief, perhaps — was fucking around with Time.

  10. Owen Kaelin

      Another confession:

      I don’t actually believe in Time. I think it’s all a lie. There. I said it. I feel better.

      I’ve had these thoughts since I was 15/16. I’ve known all along it was a lie. Time is not a thing! I shouted, It’s a Concept!

      Nobody believed me. I was just a kid, therefore it was clear I knew nothing. I would continue to know nothing until I turned 18, and thus inherited the legal right to form an opinion, which just happened to correspond with my reception of the right to vote.

      But I still don’t believe in Time.

      Is this bad?

      I swear I’ve always been a good boy.

  11. Kate

      hey – i’ve loved listening in on your confessions they were all so good and so many of them juicy. but i have to pick three, and so Unreliable Narrator, Pete Michael Smith, and Pemulis please send send on your address to francesfarmerismysister@gmail.com and I will post copies of O Fallen Angel this week!

  12. Kate

      hey – i’ve loved listening in on your confessions they were all so good and so many of them juicy. but i have to pick three, and so Unreliable Narrator, Pete Michael Smith, and Pemulis please send send on your address to francesfarmerismysister@gmail.com and I will post copies of O Fallen Angel this week!

  13. Blake Butler

      Got addresses for UN and PMS,

      Pemulis, if you are around, drop a line with your address so you can get Kate’s book…

  14. Blake Butler

      Got addresses for UN and PMS,

      Pemulis, if you are around, drop a line with your address so you can get Kate’s book…