I’m tired of people using David Foster Wallace’s championing of “heart” in fiction as an argument for watery, sentimental prose. Have you read the man? Perhaps he was less in tune to humans than he imagined: more alien math than home-ec. This is part of what makes him so by-the-throat. By the way, he gave up. If you want to grab my heart, don’t use grease.
You Are Sort of There: The “Richard Yates” Launch at BookCourt, 9/9/10
September 10th, 2010 / 10:57 am
Purple People
Which do you prefer: City, college town, or countryside?
I’ve always thought college towns would be ideal. Then, frosh week started and these purple people (literally, no metaphor at all) descended on my town. And reader: these are NOT the poor freshmen. That would be logical, maybe. No, these are the hazers. Needless to say, this place is a hazardly mess.
I Like J. Bradley A Lot
J. Bradley is a poet and fiction writer who wears many different hats. He is the author of two excellent books—Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books 2009) and The Serial Rapist Sitting Behind You is a Robot (Safety Third Enterprises 2010), a slam master for the Orlando Poetry Slam, and the Interviews Editor for PANK. If I were to use one word to describe J. Bradley’s writing, it would be sharp, like a knife. The word “edgy” is often overused when discussing writing but that term is appropriate when talking about J. Bradley’s work. He is often profane and downright inappropriate and yet, his stories and poems are compelling, sometimes funny, and sometimes they’ll tear your heart out of your chest. He’s not writings thing like, “”I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna have Down’s Syndrome,” just to be outrageous. There’s always a purpose to the profanity, a method to the madness. When I read Bradley’s writing, I cannot help but think, “Who is this man who dares to go there?”
The Serial Rapist Sitting Behind You is a Robot is a curious little collection of words. Each story is unique but possessing Bradley’s distinct voice. He makes frequent use of analogy, forever comparing one thing to another in ways that are surprising or shocking or charming but always engaging. Whether writing about a boy with chainsaws for arms or a man’s wife’s girlfriend or a wedding ring forged into a bullet, each of the very small stories in this chapbook are strange but controlled and cool breaths of fresh air. Bradley’s wonderful stories offer the reader vivid snapshots you would not be able to see from the mind of any writer but J. Bradley. I loved his chapbook so much I thought I’d ask him a few questions about his writing, warped mind, and other literary endeavors.
Round this–
A new major book review section is about to open, at… the Wall Street Journal?
Jeff T. Johnson’s got an essay on “The New Hybridity” at Fanzine.
Castro thinks Ahmadinejad should stop slandering the Jews. You can add that to the list of things Castro and I agree about.
Mathias Svalina has been writing Book Proposals for Broadway Books. From “My Year on a Moving Sidewalk”:
This book will be popular among readers who enjoyed such books at Mary Roach’s Stiff, Mary Roach’s Packing for Mars & the City of Portland, Oregon’s downloadable pdf “SIDEWALK REPAIR MANUAL: How to Repair and Maintain a Sidewalk.”
Bianca Stone has a new chapbook coming out. Someone Else’s Wedding Vows is now available for pre-order from Argos Books.
Tender, imaginative, wry and wise, the poems in Stone’s first collection take the reader from the bottom of the ocean to the orbit of the moon. In between, the geography of the heart is mapped lyrically and unexpectedly.
Not a lot to complain about in that description, is there?
At the Faster Times, Kyle Minor absolutely loses his shit over Amelia Gray’s Museum of the Weird. I stopped pretending I could follow what he was talking about somewhere toward the middle, but the upshot seems to be that he likes her book very, very much.
And finally, as if you needed me to tell you, the launch event for Richard Yates is at BookCourt tonight. It begins in about ten hours, which means that I am going to leave my house in a few minutes to head down there and claim a seat.
Some Pseudoscience: On Silence
I let myself live in silence sometimes
Fruit Journalism
My suspicions that free live sexcam chats (in this case LiveJasmin) were pre-filmed footage of “performers” acting sexy while ostensibly reacting to instant messages w/o actually reading or engaging in clientele discourse were confirmed when I, as guest41, asked PusyKhat what color was the inside of a mango; she had two chances to answer “orange,” or [any reasonable color, e.g., yellow, tan, etc]. guest142 and guest54, no doubt less inquisitive than I, offered PusyKhat the usual “hi” and “sexxy,” as if such a lovely lady had not been met with those sentiments thousands of times before. I struggled with the thong but finally decided it was safe for work, as our technologies have yet to convey the olfactory world.
September 8th, 2010 / 5:29 pm
SUPERMACHINE #2 Release Party
Ben Fama emailed the Pioneer Valley Division of HTMLGIANT to let us know that SUPERMACHINE is having a release party on Friday in New York for its second issue. It looks pretty epic. Here are the specs:
Friday, Sept. 10, 7:30pm
The Schoolhouse330 Ellery St. #3 (between Broadway and Beaver)
Brooklyn, NY
Readings! Music! Your Autumn Crush!
with:
…
Macgregor Card
Chris Cheney
Lonely Christopher
Corina Copp
Jon Cotner
Joanna Penn Cooper
Brandon Downing
Anne Cecelia Holmes
Lauren Ireland
Simone Kearney
Dorothea Lasky
Paul Legault
Emily Pettit
Christie Ann Reynolds
Matvei Yankelevich
Matthew YeagerWith Music by FORMA
Are You Fucking Kidding Me ?!