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August 24, 2010 \am\31 11:09 am

“The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the author” – Roland Barthes

> Overall hits you like: Cool kid on the scene wearing dark sunglasses and making all the other kids go, whoa, who’s that guy?

> Aesthetic seems: Experimental surprise. Mainly new writers or sort-of-established indie lit writers. Loving of the language play but strong on ideas. Range of socially conscious yet deeply personal themes. Shortish stories and some poetry.

> Look feels: Fresh rainy afternoon. Lounging in your Italian design, minimalist bachelor(ette) pad. Watching rivulets on the window pane. Being calmly thoughtful. Sipping earl grey and chain-smoking.

> Current issue standouts: Issue Eight is named after Vladimir Nabokov. I discovered at least two new writers that I plan to stalk thanks to this issue and unlike all my ex-boyfriends, none of the stories or poems made me feel sorry I spent time with them.

  • Dogs and Cats are Ugly by Cameron Pierce. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. This poem is fucking hot as fuck. <–incisive literary criticism!
  • No Pay by Cheyenne Nimes. Starts off with a really long sentence and I love long sentences (when they are good sentences) and I wish that worlds started just like this, with long sentences that stretch on into forever.
  • Italo Calvino People by Elaine Chiew. Describes an interesting kind of utopia (dystopia?) with ornate yet direct language. Good read for elitists.
  • You Enjoy Myself by Frank Hinton. Palpable title plus so warm and perceptive and humorous and with a kind of satisfying malice. The second sentence is, “He’s laying ass up in the air.”
  • Playing by Sheldon Lee Compton. Very playful indeed, in a terribly unexpected way. Mr. Compton is a master of the flash ‘less is more’ ethos. Heehee.

  1. August 25, 2010 \am\31 9:37 am 9:37 am

    I like this line from the Cameron Pierce poem:

    and please remember I am just a skeleton and some canned
    food and so are you.


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