Check out the entirety of my career-spanning, 25,000 word-long, interview with William H. Gass at Rain Taxi: Review of Books!
You are what you read:
Full Interview with William H. Gass Now Available!
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My Interview with William H. Gass
The excerpted version of “Sentenced to Depth,” my career-spanning interview with William H. Gass, is available now in the latest print issue of Rain Taxi! Haven’t seen it, yet, but I’m psyched it’s out there.
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New Fiction Forthcoming!
Great news! One of my fictions, “Suspension as a Unit of Experience; or, What She Remembered of the Vanishing Lines,” will appear in Conjunctions:60, In Absentia, alongside work by Matt Bell, Robert Walser, J. W. McCormack, Kim Chinquee, Gabriel Blackwell, Carole Maso, Can Xue, Robert Coover, Stephen O’Connor, Joanna Ruocco, Samuel R. Delany, Benjamin Hale, Ben Marcus, Elizabeth Hand, and many others.
Thanks, Bradford Morrow and everyone at Conjunctions!
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R.I.P., Jef Lee Johnson.
Jef Lee Johnson died on Monday, January 28, 2013 in Roxborough Memorial Hospital of complications of pneumonia and diabetes. He was 54.
Jef was an incredible musician. I always enjoyed our conversations, which would cover music, art, politics, and sometimes dark and sad matters. I’ve been listening to his music non-stop since I heard the news of his passing. I still can’t believe he’s dead.
“Jungle” was one of Jef’s signature songs. In concert, Jef would sometimes stretch the song out to last half an hour or more. Like all of his performances, they were overwhelming expressions, where the dynamic of tension-and-release became something you could touch, or, rather, that could crush you.
Here’s my tribute to him:
JOHN MADERA—Writer, Editor, Publisher 