Archive for 2010

Without Realizing

Monday, October 11th, 2010

How great these days the ubiquity of gut-thumping short short fiction on our magic screens. If you don’t check Wigleaf regularly, I hope you’ll start. Scott Garson and the others keep things goodweird, and today I’m happy to have my real short story “Without Realizing” appear there. Originally written in support of the Chicago Rarities Orchard Project, it’s a long sentence.

The Black Boot

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

Months back, I got a very kind email from Ryan Wilson, who edits The Black Book, a journal out of Los Angeles, asking for “one of your deep, dark, weird pieces that you keep, perhaps, in a shoebox, where no one will find them.” So I sent him two, and now they’re available in The Black Book Issue 8. The first is a called “Not Good,” and the second is, “The Safety.” Proof:

And after looking through my copy I can say it’s a fine journal indeed, and recommend you pick up one up here. Thanks again, Ryan. Happy to be included.

Klausen: A Little Book.

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

As a younger man, writing music reviews nearly ruined my experience as a listener. Part of this was immaturity and a (kind of now) embarrassing need to prove and steadily remind any readers just how enlightened I was, spotting and enumerating an album’s flaws in language I considered very, very witty, often for its meanness. The whole thing was fairly ugly, looking back.

So far this hasn’t happened with books and book reviews. So far reading remains an act of appreciation rather than destruction. My review of Andreas Maier’s novel, Klausen, is up at Look / Listen.

Quickies This Week

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

I’m reading at this Tuesday’s Quickies! in Chicago, if you’re here. Four minutes each, a bunch of good fun people sitting and standing inside what still counts as my favorite bar in the city. Come on.

Sleep is playing the neighborhood auditorium tonight, so they’re out in force, roaming the streets. Meanwhile across the street there’s a cop car parked facing the wrong way, it’s a one way street and this cop car’s doing nothing right. Total disregard. I got sausage on the table and a real sharp knife. Crackers, too.