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New Fiction in Conjunctions:60, In Absentia!

conj60bOne of my fictions, “Suspension as a Unit of Experience; or, What She Remembered of the Vanishing Lines,” has just been published in Conjunctions:60, In Absentia.

Happy to have some of my fiction alongside work by Joyce Carol Oates, Robert Coover, Brian Evenson, Robert Olen Butler, Miranda Mellis, Joanna Ruocco, Stephen O’Connor, J. W. McCormack, Gabriel Blackwell, Matt Bell, Benjamin Hale, Kim Chinquee, Julia Elliott, Carole Maso, Charles Bernstein, Robert Walser, and others.

Thanks, Bradford Morrow and everyone at Conjunctions!

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My Fiction Published in The &Now Awards 2: The Best Innovative Writing!

12220_now51_4c6a838933d573fd1da19bd9c83deffeOne of my fictions, “Spectral Confessions and Other Digressions,” has been published in The &Now Awards 2: The Best Innovative Writing, edited by Davis Schneiderman (&NOW Books).

Happy to be in such fine company: David Shields, Craig Dworkin, Alexandra Chasin, Amelia Gray, Kathleen Rooney, Laird Hunt, Michael Leong, Matt Bell, Bhanu Kapil, Alissa Nutting, Brian Evenson, Andrew Borgstrom, Kim Hyesoon, Antoine Volodine, Johannes Göransson, Kate Bernheimer, Jesse Ball, J. A. Tyler, Amber Sparks, Joyelle McSweeney, and many more.

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Audio Recording of Me Reading “Some Varieties of Being and Other Non Sequiturs”

Check out an audio recording of me reading an excerpt from “Some Varieties of Being and Other Non Sequiturs”, which appeared in Conjunctions:55, Urban Arias. Thanks, again, Brad, Brian, J.W., and Micaela, and everyone else at Conjunctions, not to mention to all the people who came out to hear our words.

Conjunctions: 55, Urban Arias, Reading: December 3, 2010 at Book Court

The reading went really well.  Thanks, again, to Bradford Morrow, Brian Evenson, Micaela Morrissette, and the rest of the Conjunctions crew. Thanks, too, to my fellow readers, as well as to my friends, old and new, who came out to hear me read some words.

Review of Brian Evenson’s Baby Leg

Here’s an excerpt of my review of Evenson’s latest book:

Brian Evenson’s work carefully navigates abundant, layered, cumulative sentences, sentences filled with recursive explorations, dynamic repetitions, and playful symmetries, with a kind of Spartan restraint on description and exposition, what Samuel Delany describes as “the stark economy of the tuned ear, the fixed eye.” There is nothing arbitrary in Evenson’s narratives, every detail is carefully chosen as if he were quietly building a bomb in some dark closet. This is not to say his stories are in any way mechanical but that every aspect works together so that it will explode in your hands at the intended time and place. And while the explicit potentialities are certainly interesting and gripping enough, it is the various subtexts, that is, the probing of murky psychologies, of spiraling contradictions, and its unresolved ends that keep me engaged.

Baby Leg, published in a limited edition by Tyrant Books, is another one of Evenson’s sinister nested boxes: Kraus, disturbed by nightmares of a woman who “clomped about on [an] adult-sized knee and [a] baby leg, wielding an axe,” finds himself locked within a game of Sisyphean proportions. Much like that unfortunate king, Kraus’s life here is on infinite repeat. But the repetitions, unsettling as they are, result in no greater insight, no greater awareness: Baby Leg’s circumference, like Finnegan’s Wake’s and Dhalgren’s famous loops, is one that never closes.