I came to realize that far more important to me than any plot or conventional sense was the sheer directionality I felt while reading prose, the texture of time as it passed, life’s white machine.
"Before this conversation continues," Billy says, glumly, "I would like to get high."
"That’s reasonable," says Lucifer.
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"There are two main perils when it comes to writing from personal experience: what it will do to your work, and what it will do to your life." —Leslie Jamison via Is It O.K. to Mine Real Relationships for Literary Material? - NYTimes.com
I just finished Leslie’s novel The Gin Closet and highly recommend it, in addition, of course, to her BEST-SELLING (!) essay collection The Gin Closet.
And, of course, I should mention Leslie will be here on May 19 for our Graywolf Press birthday party! More info.
Brittany recommends “The Spider and the Fly” by Tony DiTerlizzi
Dark and wonderful illustrations complement Mary Howitt’s poem.
Her “pornographic” books are united by the violence with which she works to undo the grammar of systems of confinement—language, gender, sexuality, and form—and the tenderness and comedy with which she scours the bleakness of circumstance for something that an optimist might call hope.
I felt possessed by Geek Love even as I was reading it. Not in that “I pick up this book every time I have five free minutes and I’m not going to sleep until I get to that very last page where the publishing company gives you a brief history of the novel’s typeface” kind of way (although that is absolutely how I read this book and all books I like). As in even when I wasn’t reading this book I was thinking about it, and when I was reading this book I could feel it seep into my skin. I actually at one point remember thinking while reading, “This book no longer exists on the surface of my skin. It’s sunk in. I can’t brush it off, scrape it clean, rub it away, you can’t do those things to something that’s managed to worm its way inside of you.”