Julia Wertz—the elegant and demure flower behind the comic Fart Party—has a chronic condition, no health insurance, and a giant bill from a recent emergency room trip. So she’s having a fundraiser. Also, health care reform is insane and socialist, and our current system is completely awesome and also “death panels” or something.
eric yahnker googled something then googled something else then wrote a book with his foot
He has a degree in journalism. READ MORE >
September 5th, 2009 / 4:32 am
It’s a Narwhal!
Yesterday’s birthday girl Julia Cohen wasn’t the only birthday girl this week, apparently. Adele Cecilia was born Thursday in Fayetteville, Arkansas unto Katy & Matthew Henriksen, the inimitable wife-husband team responsible for Typo, Cannibal, Narwhal, The Frank Stanford Literary Festival, and the Burning Chair Series. Facebook’s being a punk right now, but later when it stops, there are pictures of the happy baby and proud parents on Matt’s page. Big internet hug to all 3 of you.
Also, just a heads up- Sunday’s birthday girl is Joshua Cohen.
Friday Fuck Books, let’s talk about breakfast cereal…and then maybe dance.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ME9cHn6j88o
Almost certain I’ve linked to this before, but here are Aesop Rock’s Top Ten Breakfast cereals.
Lyrics after the jump. READ MORE >
September 4th, 2009 / 6:07 pm
Re: that new language that Blake is looking for in which to write a book, here it is.
Standing books
Books have been virtually standing up lately, endowed with a visual girth which reflects the meatiness inside. I like this idea, but it does make me wonder: why does a medium inextricable with 2D wanna play 3D? Is it a marketing thing? Like a representation of the actualization of having the physical book in one’s hands? Or is it simply the flourishes of photoshop’s capacities? Here are two books from Keyhole and Dzanc. One notices they are rendered with the same template. (I actually first thought they took a picture of the book.) I often wonder, “is the actual book that thick?” That’s a meaty 600 page-ish thickness.
Damnit, I feel revitalized. Go read Modern Love, at Everyday Genius. Now that’s a story. Bravo!
Happy Birthday, Julia Cohen!!!!
Dear Internet, it’s poet and blogger extraordinaire Julia Cohen‘s birthday today. How old is she turning? Not the issue. What’s important is that this is an opportunity to remember why we love Julia, and to avail ourselves of her work. We can read her poems at Web Conjunctions, Sawbuck, and Pilot. (We can find more links via her blog.) If we want to get her a present, we could buy one of her chapbooks- The History of a Lake Never Drowns, or, if we’re big spenders, When We Broke the Microscope (a collaboration with Mathias Svalina). We could also leave comments on her blog about how much we’re looking forward to the five–five–chapbooks she’s got forthcoming, including For the H in Ghost, which I single out here because I read it (or some version of it) in manuscript, and so am excited for all of you to discover it. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULES.
Reviewing the Amazon Reviewers: I know this book has the word “Apocalypse” in the title, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be shitty sci-fi (even the sci-fi in it is really good) so if all you want in life is shitty sci-fi, do us both a favor and buy a different book.
The Apocalypse Reader just got its 8th review on Amazon the other day. One Michael J. Mason of Orlando, Florida, wrote a review entitled “The only book I have ever disliked so much that I destroyed it!” Wow. Okay, well, I can take my lumps. Democracy is great, blah blah. In fact to be totally honest, there was something about the sheer vehemence of this headline that got me really, really excited. As Jesus puts it in the Good King James: “So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.” (Rev. 3:16.) This guy seemed like he was fixing to boil. Oh boy!
But as I read MJM’s complaint, my heart sank. Turns out he was just another lukewarm asshole, who talked big in his headline but couldn’t sustain his concentration long enough–over the course of his one-paragraph review–to (A) actually describe for us the manner in which he destroyed the book, which would have been interesting, or (B) realize that that sound of one hand clapping was actually me hitting myself in the fucking head, because despite all his bluster and bullshit, he actually liked some estimable (albeit unspecified) percentage of what he read. I’m the last person to bristle at negative reviews, but it drives me insane when people take to a public forum and attack something they didn’t like, not because there was anything wrong with the thing itself, but because the thing itself wasn’t what they wanted. Imagine giving a 1-star review to a portable hard drive because it’s not a dishwasher. Now one of the things I’m proudest of about The Apocalypse Reader is that it happily blurs/ignores/defies the boundaries between genre-lit and mainstream-lit, in the name of Good Lit, period. But the price the book has paid is that it has been consistently plagued by incensed genre-monkeys, for whom I don’t doubt experimental literature (or literature, period) begins (and ends) with Terry Pratchett. (And at the risk of re-starting the Genre Wars that raged recently on this site, I’d like to point out the total number of “literary elitists” who have written in complaining about the book’s genre quotient is ZERO.)
September 4th, 2009 / 10:51 am