Sean Lovelace—
Brief, but interesting: Lincoln Michel on DFW, Junot Diaz. Begs to ask the novel of the ’80s, the ’70s, the ’60s, ’50s…?
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Winner of “When Authors Get Hungry” contest
Po-boy’s Complaint by David Swider, of Kitty Snacks, a venture located in Oxford, Mississippi, whose southern hospitality has hosted many Po-boys (also Po’ boy, Po Boy, short for “poor boy”), a southern sandwich featuring deep-fried seafood.
Of the many awesome entrees (White Nicoise; A Jello Course; Ulyssauce; 100 Years of Soul Food; A Handful of Crust; The Remains of the Danish; Babka on the Shore; Yeast of Eden; Romeo and Julie ate), PoBoy’s Compliant struck me as the most intuitive, playful, and unexpected.
Mississippi is still pensive about those Jews Mr. Roth, so let’s thanks David Swider for initiating this assimilation; it’s just a matter of time they’ll have you sitting next to good ol’ William. (Go Down, go Through, Moses — same difference.) David, congrats, I’ll be in touch with you regarding a free post on htmlgiant.
How Do You Take Yourself Apart?
Aaron Burch’s How To Take Yourself Apart, How To Make Yourself Anew is now available and is currently shipping. All proceeds from sales between now and 2/13 will be donated to the American Red Cross or Médecins Sans Frontières but this isn’t about that, necessarily. A generous benefactor has purchased five copies of the chapbook for us to giveaway.
To enter the drawing, leave a comment on this post between now and Friday at noon answering the question “How Do You Take Yourself Apart?”
We’ll choose our five favorite answers and those individuals will receive a copy of this sexy little piece of work.
Things You Can Buy and Not Buy (For Now)
I missed the Brandon Scott Gorrell sale. Two days and the inventory already sunder and yank. Fucking internet. A few hours pass and you might as well be telling people about disco.
Heroin Hostess prints you can buy. But will the customs fees go ouch?
But you can’t get all the back issues of Nude Magazine. Unless you live in Europe. They are cheaply priced and look amazing. Black velvet painting, Terry Southern, Jaime Hernandez–that’s one issue!
You can buy absinthe online but must pretend it’s for the bottle not the juice.
The value of the item is in the collectible container, not its contents.
The container has not been opened and any incidental contents are not intended for consumption.
Right…
You can buy first edition Edgar Allan Poe for $662,500. (But that was months ago–Bee Gees and Banana-seat bikes.)
You can buy first edition Light Boxes by Shane Jones for $199.95 new and $250 used. I am fuddled, I’ll admit.
Tao Lin has 40% of the drafts of a short story folded into a “religious tolerance” holding envelope/carrying case. It is for sale, but you knew that already.
When Authors Get Hungry
Death in Venison
War and Peas
The Flan Almost Rises
The Unbearable Lightness of Beans
Chow Mein Kampf
Moby Duck
Finnegans Wok
Animal Farm 2
Freshly rejected from McSweeney’s lists, oh how we all try. Figured I’d do something productive with it. More please — the person who does my favorite gets a “free” guest post on whatever they want, so long as it’s not mean spirited and not “not safe for wok.”
Matthew Simmons—
Brandon Scott Gorrell is moving somewhere. He didn’t tell me where. Wherever he is moving, he will not be taking his books. You can buy his books. Cheap. Buy cheap books.
Blake Butler—
For god’s sake, “thought to myself” is a redundancy. Can that stop? In terms of personal irritation, it’s just as bad, if in an opposite way, as saying, “Want to come with?”
A Common Ography
As a teaser to the forthcoming Kevin Sampsell week, here today in celebration of the release of his new book, A Common Pornography, Kevin offers some tips for that potentially awkward exchange at the bookseller’s counter, if you’re touchy about that kind of thing:
I’ll wait until Sampsell week to dig deeper into the pleasure of this book by my label-brother, but I can honestly there hasn’t been one that made me feel sentimental for awkward years and at the same time edging along the form of communicating that station, well, I can’t remember one ever. Kevin nails so hard a certain kind of maturation period, re: masturbation, weird fathers, prostitutes, porn, all delivered in a cleaner, simpler, but just as smart Lutz-ian style, you are going to really like ACP.
Sean Lovelace—
Today an editor casually told me writers are like small children. Ouch. Are we? Is that good or bad? It had me thinking…