Word Spaces (20): Terese Svoboda
I bought the $25 desk at a museum sale in California. The rolltop doesn’t function, one of the legs is coming off, and I have to pry the drawers open, but I like how the desk part slides a little forward. It makes me feel as if I always have secret extra space, the way our apartment includes a long frosted glass window with a light behind to suggest that there’s another room. The French doors open to the living room/dining room/everywhere else room. A Murphy bed fronted with bookshelves folds down beside the desk for optimum concentration. My office is essentially the bedroom. I don’t know what to say about that.
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August 17th, 2010 / 10:03 am
August 17th, 2010 / 10:03 am
I Like What The Hell Is Going On Over Here
Austin English does this zine called Windy Corner, he blogs sometimes.
Cooking on Ambien seems like a good idea if you’re going to be up all night like me.
Sometimes you really need to grab a beer and jump out the emergency exit.
The Barefoot Bandit might be immortalized by David Gordon Green?
Do you believe in immortality, is that why you do stuff.
Blake Butler—
All this time and then we find out Tao Lin has really just been Chris Burden (see object #1, Send Me Your Money). He might also be that dude in the question mark coat.
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5 groundings of club
1. “I plan to be another language in the body of a deer”
2. Post-Modern Drunkard is a blog you should maybe read. I guess. OK.
33. NANO Fiction flash contest ends in 15 days so go ahead and write the Lean Thang and mail it in like the time Favre gave Strahan the sack record or the summer you got fired from the poodle groomers and take the $500 bucks prize and buy yourself a spare spare tire. I’m good at three things, flash fiction and math. Etc.
14. The birth of Indie video games…Queens, NY?
5. Why does academia hate Sci Fi?
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haunting me—Maggie is in many ways a grotesque carciature of another character I had written before, Ruth in an unpublished novel Green Girl, a sort of postfeminist libertine who’s also quite passive and tragic, sort of like if a Jean Rhys heroine was alive now or Clarice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.]
A computer of one’s one: a virtual reflection on Virginia Woolf
Six months ago, I was in Cambodia, where I saw houses that jarred me out of complacency, thinking over Woolf’s call “that it is necessary to have five hundred a year and a room with a lock on the door if you are to write fiction or poetry” (105). You can read about it here.
Three days ago, my laptop bid me adieu in a very aburpt fashion, unexpected, though even if it had been expected, that wouldn’t have changed a thing, hopefully, it’ll be ok, it’s being “diagnosed” now, but over the last few days, I’ve reframed Woolf’s concept of “room” to fit today’s modern sensibilities.
Justin Taylor—
On her Facebook page The Housing Works Blog, Rachel Fershleiser asks: Which authors’ next books are you sure to read whether or not the subject matter interests you at all?
Alber, Mike. The Baby Jar (a graphic novel in bi-weekly installments)
Mike Alber is large, he contains multitudes. He is also the proud owner of a case of Crystal Pepsi from 1994. A recent graduate of Ohio State’s MFA in fiction writing, Mike has come to L.A. to sell out to the film and television industry. Also, a warning to the ladies: Mike Alber will knock you up as quick as look at you. Those who aren’t on Nuva-Ring are recommended not to make direct eye contact with the screen, instead viewing the novel through a hole punched in a shoe box.