New Fiction at Mud Luscious Press!

My untitled fifty-word text appears in [  C.  ] An MLP Stamp Stories Anthology, from the mighty Mud Luscious Press.

Thanks, Andrew Borgstrom and J.A. Tyler!

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My Review of Jaimy Gordon’s Lord of Misrule

Check out my review of Jaimy Gordon’s Lord of Misrule in the latest issue of The Review of Contemporary Fiction.

Amber Sparks Reviews The Official Catalog of the Library of Potential Literature

I just picked up a copy of the latest issue of American Book Review and was happy to see that Amber Sparks reviewed The Official Catalog of the Library of Potential Literature. Sparks said this about my piece in the collection:

The writers included in the pages of The Official Catalog of the Library of Potential Literature do a great deal with one simple constraint. Some contributors, like John Madera with his very funny “Spectral Confessions and Other Digressions” (in which Slimer from Ghostbusters‘s musings appear alongside a drink recipe from Bloody Mary and “a delightful essay on financial management by Jacob Marley”), or Matt Bell with his piece on expanding possibilities, embrace the blurb form as starting point for a really good riff.

My Review of Barry Hannah’s Long, Last, Happy: New and Selected Stories Is Live

Check out my review of Barry Hannah’s Long, Last, Happy: New and Selected Stories at Rain Taxi: Review of Books, Online Edition: Summer 2011. Here’s an excerpt:

Reading through Long, Last, Happy, you can’t help but be struck by Hannah’s attentiveness to life as it’s lived by largely unlikeable characters, lively and unlovely—or perhaps lovely because of their liveliness. His fictional world offers readers a panoply of the grotesque, picturesque, and burlesque, a true variety show of shysters, wastrels, ne’er-do-wells, hacks, and failures; hideous schemers and beautiful dreamers; also musicians, soldiers, writers, and academics, not to mention racists and homophobes, each of whose fabulous foibles are incisively rendered in sentences which, without mincing words, make mincemeat of our hypocrisy, dishonesty, malice, violence, and other assorted failings, what Hannah, in “Dragged Fighting from His Tomb,” describes as that “bog and labyrinth” where we are all “overbrained and overemotioned.” It’s the kind of language, rendered as much with and for the eye as with and for the ear, that struck Hannah “as a miracle, a thing the deepest mind adores,” a musical language: an “orchestra of the living” accompanying “memory, the whole lying opera of it.”