Finding a motive is important to reassure the public — Capt. Tag Gleason, head of the violent-crimes unit, quoted in today’s Seattle Times.
Archive | March, 2006
Diana George’s first book, a chapbook called Disciplines, has just been released from Noemi Press. Gary Lutz has said of Diana George’s work, “Rigorous intellect and line-by-line virtuosity do not often coincide in a writer of fiction, but Diana George is an exquisite exception. Her sorrowing exactitude and heart-wrung originality make Disciplines a sublime, truth-haunted debut.” George is also a very, very funny writer which comes as a shock listening to her precisely constructed fiction. When I’ve heard her read the audience seems puzzled first by what they are hearing and gradually realize it is okay to laugh; perhaps they can’t help themselves. George will read from her new book at Richard Hugo House on Capitol Hill in Seattle at 7:30 p.m. (1634 11th Ave; 206-322-7030) on Tuesday April 18th. After the event she will leave on a boat for an island in the San Juans to blow an NEA grant on writing more prose.
Corinna Wyckoff’s excellent stories have been accepted for publication by University of Illinois/Other Voices Books. The collection is tentatively titled, The Wrong Place in the World and will be released in early 2007. She has published short stories in Other Voices and The Clear Cut Future and an essay in Best Essays Northwest. Corinna currently teaches at Pierce College in Lakewood, Washington.OV Books is a new fiction imprint from the fiction only journal in Chicago, Other Voices. The press is dedicated to publishing collections of stories.
Shoot the Buffalo functions partly as a reflective critique of the bohemian counter-culture lifestyle, offering a cautionary example of living life in such a free-wheeling way. But this heart-breaking story ends on a sense of hope as we see Aldous making those first steps away from his upbringing and becoming his own person and willing to take on all the things his parents tried so desperately to avoid in those woods.
—Hebdomeros Blog, Washington DC and Baltimore.
Hebdomeros presents one of the few (maybe only?) comprehensive lists of literary events in Washington DC and Baltimore. He also writes about the travails of being a writer in the crack between DC and New York. Both cities have long, standing small presses, writers, and bookstores. Baltimore has Atomic Books and Normals. Washington DC has The Writers Center. The other blog in Baltimore is Lizzie Skurnick’s Old Hag, a blog with hardly any information about Baltimore but a churlish charm and sometimes disconcerting obsession with New York publishing fads.
The Too Beatiful, the blog also mentioned Shoot the Buffalo recently.
Thursday March 16th I read at the Oseao Studios space as part of Doug Nufer‘s ongoing series, A Leg To Stand On. Anna Maria Hong read ear bending poetry (sonnets) and Charles Mudede read a sequence of “literature” about the fuzzy line between live and death. I read a new short story., “The Ice Cream Man Cometh.” The readings take place at 7:45 $5 donation. 1402 E. Pike St., above the American Artificial Limb Co. info: 206-324-6379
A note from Mr. Mudede.
DESK by John Olson
This desk belonged to the grandmother of the man it belongs to now. It is where she kept her diary. A deeply pragmatic and grounded woman, her diary (not pictured) is full of facts; simple, bare, unadorned glimpses of life on a farm. The desk is a serious deep brown in which the grain of the wood swirls and waves. There are two large compartments on the bottom. At the top, a flap of wood comes down to provide a writing surface. Inside is a tiny drawer and two open compartments, one small, one large. The large compartment once housed a radio. When the grandmother used it, the radio was the major source of news and broadcast. Jack Benny, The Shadow, The Green Hornet, and President Roosevelts fireside chats issued from its speaker. The grandson frequently wonders what his grandmother, deceased since 1969, would make of her Neo-Surrealist grandson using her desk to practice verbal acrobatics and nonsensical flights of fancy. The space that once housed a radio is now radio-less and stuffed with the grandsons letters and folders and manuscripts. On the top of the desk the grandson keeps a quill made with the long swoop of a pheasant feather. Next to it is a paperweight, a gift from a gay friend after the grandsons second divorce.
Note On Availability: No power on earth could separate the grandson from this desk. He doubts it would bring him much money anyway. Its value is personal, but not entirely sentimental. He likes the look of it. It brings to mind America in the early 1900s. A woman in a red bandana going to milk eight bellowing cows at four in a crisp Dakota morning.
From the Spring 2006 isssue of ARCADE, architecture and design in the pacific northwest, edited by Christopher Frizzelle. He presents “a catalog of interiors that are not for sale” with items by Jonathan Raban, Anna Maria Hong, Jonathan Safran Foer, Charles D’Ambrosio, and etc. And I have one as well.