<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:30:46.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended Reading</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-6175514931591019217</id><published>2012-01-20T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:29:23.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alissa Nutting</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Alissa Nutting is author of the short story collection &lt;a href="http://www.starcherone.com/nutting.html"&gt;Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls&lt;/a&gt; (Starcherone/Dzanc 2010). Her work can be found in journals such as Tin House, BOMB, Fence, and other anthologies, and will appear in the Norton Introduction to Literature (2013). She is currently an assistant professor of creative writing at John Carroll University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heart First Into the Forest&lt;/i&gt; by Stacy Gnall (OH SO heartbreakingly delicate and moving; each poem is like the skeleton of a pygmy ghost hamster), &lt;i&gt;Habibi&lt;/i&gt; by Craig Thompson (incredible graphic novel), &lt;i&gt;The Psychopath Test&lt;/i&gt; by Jon Ronson (nonfiction, scary truths about your neighbors), &lt;i&gt;Lint&lt;/i&gt; by Chris Ware (Lynda Barry called it a must-read), and Phil Metres' new chapbook &lt;i&gt;Abu Ghraib Arias&lt;/i&gt; from Flying Guillotine Press--incredibly important and spectacularly designed (handmade paper from a war veteran, and gauze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;War and Peace&lt;/i&gt;. I might cheat and watch the Hepburn movie version of it to try and get motivated. I have a small crush on Ms. Hepburn, only because the photos I see of her all usually involve her wearing gloves, and I like to pretend she has hideous werewolf hands and is tortured by this secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lie to Lie&lt;/i&gt; by Lara Bricker (True crime is irresistible); &lt;i&gt;This Young Girl Passing&lt;/i&gt; by Donald Breckenridge (delicious, passionate, appropriately macabre); &lt;i&gt;Grow the Tree You've Got&lt;/i&gt; by Tom Sturges, which is advice on how to raise teenagers. I don't have teenagers, but I'm trying to raise myself and found this book very valuable. The book really has great rules for how to interact with and be close to anyone, of any age; and &lt;i&gt;Nine Ways to Disappear&lt;/i&gt; by Lilli Carre, which made me weep for the better and the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only heathens would do such a thing. But hypothetically, a great book of poetry that my dear friend (a great poet himself, and editor of the fantastic literary magazine &lt;i&gt;The Offending Adam&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://theoffendingadam.com/"&gt;theoffendingadam.com&lt;/a&gt;) lent me... &lt;i&gt;Facts for Visitors&lt;/i&gt; by Srikanth Reddy (poems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Wartville Wizard&lt;/i&gt; by Don Madden. A man in a town fond of littering casts a spell so that the trash thrown into nature comes back and sticks to the litterers' bodies. One person has a discarded toilet seat come back and stick to them. When I was five, that was so funny to me I couldn't even handle it. I think I peed a little every time I read that book. Another top favorite is &lt;i&gt;Brava, Strega Nona!&lt;/i&gt;, written and illustrated by Tomie dePaola. Think Hurricane Katrina, but with delicious noodles and no fatalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television show &lt;i&gt;Unsolved Mysteries&lt;/i&gt; is basically a book, right? When I was really young, after watching a particularly disturbing episode of &lt;i&gt;Unsolved Mysteries&lt;/i&gt;, I had a dream that I was attacked by a gigantic (cocker spaniel-sized) beetle while wading in a lake. I didn't die; I picked up the beetle and managed to hurl it away from me. But that dream was an incredible trauma and I still wonder why I had to dream it, but looking back I'm pretty sure it also intersected with my reading of &lt;i&gt;James and the Giant Peach&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exquisite novelist Maile Chapman gave me my favorite coffee-table book ever: &lt;i&gt;The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death&lt;/i&gt;. It's filled with pictures of miniature dollhouse crimescene reproducitons done by Francis Glessner Lee, a wealthy grandmother and founder of Harvard's Department of Legal Medicine. I impress myself with it daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I must trifecta this one, both out of true love and the nepotism of me working/having worked on staff: &lt;i&gt;Witness&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Fairy Tale Review&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Black Warrior Review&lt;/i&gt;. I adore literary journals though; I have a billion favorites and could talk about them all day. If any fellow journal nerds want to email or Facebook message me I'm happy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An archived &lt;i&gt;New Yorker&lt;/i&gt; article about Lesch-Nyan syndrome, "&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2007/08/13/070813fa_fact_preston"&gt;An Error in the Code&lt;/a&gt;" by Richard Preston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Threats: A Novel&lt;/i&gt; by Amelia Gray (Feb. 28, 2012 from FS&amp;amp;G), &lt;i&gt;The Flame Alphabet&lt;/i&gt; by Ben Marcus (just out! from Knopf), &lt;i&gt;The State of Kansas: Short Fictions&lt;/i&gt; by Julianna Spallholz (Genpop Books, Jan. 2012), and  &lt;i&gt;A True History of the Captivation, Transport to Strange Lands, &amp;amp; Deliverance of Hannah Guttentag&lt;/i&gt; by Josh Russell (Dzanc Books, 2012), &lt;i&gt;Kept Women&lt;/i&gt; by Kate Durbin (Inset Press, forthcoming), &lt;i&gt;Manhater&lt;/i&gt; by Danielle Pafunda (Dusie Books Press, 2012).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books that Help You Accept Your Freakish Physical Form&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Cruddy&lt;/i&gt; by Lynda Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Geek Love&lt;/i&gt; by Katherine Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tristram Shandy&lt;/i&gt; by Laurence Sterne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Freakery: Cultural Spectacles of the Extraordinary Body&lt;/i&gt; by Rosemarie Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;American Genius: A Comedy&lt;/i&gt; by Lynne Tillman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Wise Blood&lt;/i&gt; by Flannery O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Metamorphosis&lt;/i&gt; by Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/i&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Nightwood &lt;/i&gt;by Djuna Barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt; by Cormac McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;/i&gt; by Carson McCullers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Frankenstein &lt;/i&gt;by Mary Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-6175514931591019217?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/6175514931591019217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2012/01/alissa-nutting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6175514931591019217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6175514931591019217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2012/01/alissa-nutting.html' title='Alissa Nutting'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-2496687090232605196</id><published>2011-11-14T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:13:59.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Swartwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Robert Swartwood's most recent collection of very short fiction is &lt;a href="http://www.robertswartwood.com/ebooks/phantom-energy/"&gt;Phantom Energy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Intruders&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find this an interesting question, because every person has a different idea of what "classic" means. But for me, there are a few "classics" I've been meaning to read: &lt;i&gt;American Pastoral&lt;/i&gt; by Philip Roth,&lt;i&gt; The Friends of Eddie Coyle&lt;/i&gt; by George V. Higgins, &lt;i&gt;The Complete Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Flannery O'Connor (I have read &lt;i&gt;Everything That Rises Must Converge&lt;/i&gt; at least) &lt;i&gt;Underworld&lt;/i&gt; by Don DeLillo, &lt;i&gt;Blindness &lt;/i&gt;by José Saramago, &lt;i&gt;Clockers &lt;/i&gt;by Richard Price, &lt;i&gt;The Collected Stories of Richard Yates&lt;/i&gt;, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was &lt;i&gt;Mad to Live&lt;/i&gt; by Randall Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three books borrowed from an old English teacher that I haven't returned, not because I don't intend to but just because I haven't gotten around to reading them yet: &lt;i&gt;The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Traitor to the Nation&lt;/i&gt; by M.T. Anderson, &lt;i&gt;How Green Was My Valley&lt;/i&gt; by Richard Llewellyn, and &lt;i&gt;The Story of Edgar Sawtelle&lt;/i&gt; by David Wroblewski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilgore Trout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a coffee table, but even if I did I'm not sure I would be inclined to keep a certain book out to impress people. However, years ago I did get a large hardcover copy for cheap of &lt;i&gt;The Paris Review Book: of Heartbreak, Madness, Sex, Love, Betrayal, Outsiders, Intoxication, War, Whimsy, Horrors, God, Death, Dinner, Baseball, Travels, the Art of Writing, and Everything Else in the World Since 1953&lt;/i&gt; thinking it would be kind of neat to have. I mean, the title alone is pretty impressive, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where everybody always says &lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt;, right? Well, I guess I might as well say &lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of online stuff I Instapaper on my iPad and come back to months later, and somewhat recently I read and enjoyed "&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/08/how-to-win-an-unwinnable-war/8579/"&gt;How to Win an Unwinnable War&lt;/a&gt;" by Austin Bunn that was in the 2011 fiction issue of &lt;i&gt;The Atlantic&lt;/i&gt;. (I know, it was print, too, but I read it via online.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;i&gt;Middlesex&lt;/i&gt;, so I was really looking forward to the new one by Jeffrey Eugenides but have heard mixed things, so I'm not really in any hurry to check it out. But the new Stephen King is out, so that will probably be the next book I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writers Writing about Writers (the Stephen King Novelist-As-Protagonist Edition, Not Counting Short Stories)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Salem's Lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Shining&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;It&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Misery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Dark Half&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Secret Window&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Desperation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Bag of Bones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Cell &lt;/i&gt;(protag is graphic novelist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lisey's Story&lt;/i&gt; (protag's dead husband was novelist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(did I miss any?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-2496687090232605196?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/2496687090232605196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/11/robert-swartwood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2496687090232605196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2496687090232605196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/11/robert-swartwood.html' title='Robert Swartwood'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7984080898673479108</id><published>2011-11-08T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:42:39.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxane Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roxane Gay lives and writes in the Midwest. Her first book, &lt;a href="http://www.artisticallydeclined.net/offerings/16295-ayiti"&gt;Ayiti&lt;/a&gt; (Artistically Declined Press), is out now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read multiple books at the same time. I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Karaoke Culture&lt;/i&gt; by Dubravka Ugresic, &lt;i&gt;Brand New Cherry Flavor&lt;/i&gt; by Todd Grimson, &lt;i&gt;Running the Rift&lt;/i&gt; by Naomi Benaron, &lt;i&gt;The Fallback Plan&lt;/i&gt; by Leigh Stein, &lt;i&gt;Circus in Winter&lt;/i&gt; by Cathy Day, &lt;i&gt;Cream City Review&lt;/i&gt; 35.1, application letters for a poetry position my department is trying to fill, &lt;i&gt;PANK&lt;/i&gt; submissions, &lt;i&gt;Bluestem&lt;/i&gt; submissions, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn many. I feel woefully under read and so many of the classics are just missing from my book vocabulary. At the top of the list, I'd start with the Russians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When She Woke&lt;/i&gt; by Hillary Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;American Normal&lt;/i&gt; by Lawrence Osborne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little House on the Prairie&lt;/i&gt;, all of them, and they remain my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I choose just one? &lt;i&gt;The Age of Innocence&lt;/i&gt; by Edith Wharton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that far in advance. My coffee table always has a shocking pile of books on it anyway but they're just what I'm currently working through or have received in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very difficult question. I want to say the magazine I edit but that would be cheating. I'm going to go with &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;. I am never disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2011/10/17/assault-on-the-minibar/"&gt;Assault on the Minibar&lt;/a&gt;" by Dubravka Ugresic on &lt;i&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/i&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to &lt;i&gt;Wild &lt;/i&gt;by Cheryl Strayed, Lidia Yuknavitch's new novel, &lt;i&gt;Threats &lt;/i&gt;by Amelia Gray, and &lt;i&gt;The Flame  Alphabet &lt;/i&gt;by Ben Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Books I Insist You Read Immediately Because They Are Scorchingly Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Play As It Lays&lt;/i&gt; by Joan Didion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Green Girl&lt;/i&gt; by Kate Zambreno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Chronology of Water&lt;/i&gt; by Lidia Yuknavitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Game of Secrets&lt;/i&gt; by Dawn Tripp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Circling the Drain&lt;/i&gt; by Amanda Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Zazen &lt;/i&gt;by Vanessa Veselka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Silver Sparrow&lt;/i&gt; by Tayari Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a River&lt;/i&gt; by Bonnie Jo Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7984080898673479108?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7984080898673479108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/11/roxane-gay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7984080898673479108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7984080898673479108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/11/roxane-gay.html' title='Roxane Gay'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8710365270967177697</id><published>2011-11-01T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:38:04.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Almond</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://stevenalmond.com/"&gt;Steve Almond&lt;/a&gt; is the author of seven books, most recently the story collection &lt;a href="http://www.lookout.org/godblessamerica.htm"&gt;God Bless America&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;White Truffles in Winter&lt;/i&gt; by N.M. Kelby. It's a novel about the famous French chef Escoffier, and it includes about a zillion descriptions of drool-inducing meals. Just a total blast of literary food porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife read &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt; last year and it's been sitting on our bedstand ever since, staring at me in that guilt-provoking way that classics have. Of course, I'm so poorly read that this feeling -- of being guilt-tripped by a book I should have read -- is perpetual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Busy Monsters&lt;/i&gt; by William Giraldi. I first read it in manuscript three years ago. Turned to my wife. Said, "Jesus. This guy is on fire." The prose is totally electric. I also read most of &lt;i&gt;Mr. Bridge&lt;/i&gt; the other day. I was looking for a particular episode and I just got sucked right into the sadness and the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've "borrowed" a lot of Bibles from various hotels. But I'll go with &lt;i&gt;Birds of America&lt;/i&gt;, the Lorrie Moore collection. I cadged it off a friend of mine in grad school and hung on to it just long enough to get out of town. Thanks, John. And sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, the first edition of the John Williams' novel &lt;i&gt;Stoner&lt;/i&gt;, sent to me by John Williams' widow. That's one of my favorite books on earth. I'm not one of those guys who gets all fetishistic over first editions -- it's the story that matters. But with this book, whose first edition was so overlooked, it feels special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a coffee table -- our children would destroy it -- but okay. Lemme think. How about &lt;i&gt;Tantric Sex for Dummies&lt;/i&gt;? That would totally impress me. I'm sure I've been guilty of planting fancy books. The problem is I'm always scared someone will ask me about them. Then I have to start lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. You're killing me. I've got to choose a favorite? I definitely love the journals that do lots of different genres and weird stuff, such as &lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Normal School&lt;/i&gt;. But I also love the more traditional ones like &lt;i&gt;Ploughshares &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;The Southern Review&lt;/i&gt;. Sorry to equivocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This: &lt;a href="http://therumpus.net/2011/11/the-lonely-voice-13-walser-on-mission-street/"&gt;http://therumpus.net/2011/11/the-lonely-voice-13-walser-on-mission-street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter Orner is a fantastic writer of stories and novels, and the sort of thoughtful fan who makes me believe in criticism. &lt;i&gt;The Rumpus&lt;/i&gt; always has awesome stuff. They manage to write about culture, and literary culture in particular, without dipping into that too-cool-for-school snarkiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the new Vonnegut bio, &lt;i&gt;And So It Goes&lt;/i&gt;, by Charles Shields. I'm a huge Vonnegut fan, and there's never been a definitive bio. He had a fascinating life. I can't wait to check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books You've Probably Never Heard Of That Will Blow Your Heart Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Visit of the Royal Physician&lt;/i&gt; by Per Olov Enquist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Like Love, But Not Exactly&lt;/i&gt; by François Camoin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Emperor&lt;/i&gt; by Ryszard Kapuściński&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Stoner&lt;/i&gt; by John Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Torch&lt;/i&gt; by Cheryl Strayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;My Girlfriend Comes to the City and Beats Me Up&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lighthouse: A Trifle&lt;/i&gt; by William Monahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Living Room War&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Arlen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8710365270967177697?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8710365270967177697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/11/steve-almond.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8710365270967177697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8710365270967177697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/11/steve-almond.html' title='Steve Almond'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-2713473036721492074</id><published>2011-10-19T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:05:32.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ryan Call is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.caketrain.org/weatherstations/"&gt;The Weather Stations&lt;/a&gt; (Caketrain). He and his wife live in Houston.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Tongue Party&lt;/i&gt; by Sarah Rose Etter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to read &lt;i&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've finished a book in a single sitting in a very long time, so this might not be an accurate answer; however, the last book I remember reading in a single sitting was &lt;i&gt;Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine&lt;/i&gt; by Stanley Crawford. I read it over two years ago, but I still remember what it felt like to encounter it all in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I traveled to Russia with my wife and her family, I tried to read as much Russian literature as possible. One of my students at the time lent me &lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; by Yevgeny Zamyatin. I still haven't returned this book, and I probably won't ever, as I'm no longer teaching at the University of Houston and I've lost touch with all my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done this with a coffee table book, I guess, though I once 'conveniently' left a book in my car on my way to pick up a friend to go play darts. The book was &lt;i&gt;In the Train&lt;/i&gt; by Christian Oster, published by Object Press. My friend picked it up and read through it a little, and then asked if he could borrow it. He and I had talked quite a lot about Jean-Philippe Toussaint, so I figured he'd like Oster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribbled-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;i&gt;White Noise&lt;/i&gt; by Don DeLillo has the most scribbles, but I no longer write in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably not the strangest dream I've had in this category, but one night earlier this week, I had a dream that I had moved into the garrett in Thomas Bernhard's &lt;i&gt;Correction&lt;/i&gt;, and in the dream, I opened a trap door in the floor of this garrett one night, and I fell into the hole, and then zombies appeared from somewhere and attacked me and then the dream turned into a shooting video game and then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a handful that I love, but if I had to pick one, I would pick &lt;i&gt;Caketrain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's no longer upcoming, but I remember feeling excited about &lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt; by Blake Butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weather Passages, A Meteorological Reading List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first paragraph of &lt;i&gt;The Man Without Qualities&lt;/i&gt; by Robert Musil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Bird to the North, Act of Wind" from &lt;i&gt;The Age of Wire and String&lt;/i&gt; by Ben Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Any of the intermediary chapters, especially "Flesh," in &lt;i&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/i&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The second paragraph from "Cold France and Other Permutations" by Wythe Marschall (published in &lt;i&gt;McSweeney's&lt;/i&gt; #12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The last thirty sentences of &lt;i&gt;Molloy&lt;/i&gt; by Samuel Beckett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Crutches Used as Weapon" from &lt;i&gt;Super Flat Times&lt;/i&gt; by Matthew Derby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Any of Shelp's weather reports in &lt;i&gt;Motorman&lt;/i&gt; by David Ohle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Light Boxes&lt;/i&gt; by Shane Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Log Of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine&lt;/i&gt; by Stanley Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Pedersen Kid" by William Gass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-2713473036721492074?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/2713473036721492074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/10/ryan-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2713473036721492074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2713473036721492074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/10/ryan-call.html' title='Ryan Call'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7815196142248931073</id><published>2011-10-12T21:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:18:12.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Ellen Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laura Ellen Scott’s debut novel &lt;a href="http://igpub.com/death-wishing/"&gt;Death Wishing&lt;/a&gt;, a comic fantasy set in post-Katrina New Orleans, is presented by Ig Publishing both in print and as an e-book. Her collection of short creepy fiction called &lt;a href="http://www.uncannyvalleypress.com/lauraellenscott/curio/index.html"&gt;Curio&lt;/a&gt;, is offered as an online experience from Uncanny Valley Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from 62 online magazines looking for &lt;i&gt;Wigleaf&lt;/i&gt; Top 50 contenders, student fiction, Death Valley websites, and &lt;i&gt;The Morgan Messenger&lt;/i&gt;?  Right now I’m reading Michele Reale’s &lt;i&gt;Lungfish&lt;/i&gt;. I bought Kathy Fish’s &lt;i&gt;Wildlife&lt;/i&gt; but lost it almost immediately. Until it turns up I’ll adopt my go-to assumption that the ladies who clean my home every two weeks stole it. Along with the second Wii controller and my gray boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few classics call to me anymore, but perhaps &lt;i&gt;The Woman in White&lt;/i&gt;? There are so many classic mysteries I wish I’d read. I’m envious of the fact that Art Taylor has been reading the complete Sherlock Holmes stories aloud to Tara Laskowski.  They’re partners so that’s okay, not weird. But wouldn’t that be cool if we all had an assignment to follow around another writer and read at them from time to time from a prescribed set of works? Whatever we needed, cosmically. Like, you could read Nathaniel West novels to Erin Fitzgerald, and Jason Jordan could follow you around and read Jose Saramago or Erma Bombeck. We’d all fight over Ethel Rohan. I’d probably get Sean Lovelace reading &lt;i&gt;The Minister’s Black Veil&lt;/i&gt; over and over till he died of dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a slow and lazy reader, but I read Robert Swartwood’s &lt;i&gt;The Serial Killer’s Wife&lt;/i&gt; in two sittings—would have been one, but I like to sleep. The last, actual single sitting read? As a grown-up, only short stuff like Mel Bosworth’s &lt;i&gt;When the Cats Razzed the Chickens&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Grease Stains, Kismet, and Maternal Wisdom&lt;/i&gt;. Haven’t read &lt;i&gt;Freight&lt;/i&gt; yet. I used to read Lia Matera’s Laura Di Palma mysteries in one go, but she stopped writing those. I did a lot of one-sit-reads as a kid, and I especially remember reading the last page of &lt;i&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/i&gt; just as the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China Miéville’s &lt;i&gt;Perdido Street Station&lt;/i&gt;. I got through about half the book and started stealing from it. That happens a lot, the best stuff I don’t finish. I pillage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying hard not to have a collection anymore, but I’m pretty sentimental about my former students who have turned out to be productive little creeps. Genevieve Valentine has published widely and her latest is a steampunk novel called &lt;i&gt;Mechanique: A Tale of the Circus Tresaulti&lt;/i&gt;. Jacqueline Bowen is the author of another steampunk effort, &lt;i&gt;Seven Stop Ride Across the Cosmos&lt;/i&gt;. And Sarah Boyle’s debut is a vampire novel called &lt;i&gt;Right of Blood&lt;/i&gt;. I claim no direct influence on these works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of The Three Investigators books, but preferably &lt;i&gt;The Mystery of The Talking Skull.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by impress we can also mean repel, then &lt;i&gt;The God Delusion&lt;/i&gt;. We’re in the DC metro area, so we do security clearance interviews once in a while, and on those occasions we make sure &lt;i&gt;The Communist Manifesto&lt;/i&gt; is tucked away out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BARRELHOUSE&lt;/i&gt;, natch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Himmer’s essay “&lt;a href="http://www.themillions.com/2011/08/making-room-for-readers.html"&gt;Making Room for Readers&lt;/a&gt;,” on &lt;i&gt;The Millions&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa murder books. If Erin Kelly grows into her own as we all suspect, then her sophomore effort &lt;i&gt;The Dark Rose&lt;/i&gt; should be a knockout. I will read anything Kate Atkinson or Tana French put out, and I heard that French is working on a genuine follow-up to &lt;i&gt;In the Woods&lt;/i&gt;. Apparently Carol O’Connell’s publishing a new Mallory novel in January, but I’m a bit worried about that. Not really sure what more she can do with Mallory’s high functioning sociopathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I Won’t Read But Wish You Would&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising cheap/free titles from the Kindle pile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Cornstalked&lt;/i&gt; by Patricia Bremer. Product description includes the line: “The author does an excellent job of placing the reader in the cornfield ...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Love Me if You Must&lt;/i&gt; by Nicole Young. My guess is it’s written from a cat’s pov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Her Very Special Robot&lt;/i&gt; by Ann Jacobs (from the Naughty Nooners series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7815196142248931073?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7815196142248931073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/10/laura-ellen-scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7815196142248931073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7815196142248931073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/10/laura-ellen-scott.html' title='Laura Ellen Scott'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8835964580164358865</id><published>2011-10-03T22:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:22:05.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesús Ángel García</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jesús Ángel García is the author of &lt;a href="http://badbadbad.net/"&gt;badbadbad&lt;/a&gt;—a novel, soundtrack and documentary film. He lives in San Francisco and is currently editing his second novel, Down in a Hole, when not fantasizing about starting a thrash band with an accordionist and a fiddle player.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Orange Eats Creeps&lt;/i&gt; by Grace Krilanovich. I’m a hipster. I read the books everyone’s talking about a year (or years) after the fact. I’m also dipping in and out of the &lt;i&gt;Noir at the Bar&lt;/i&gt; collection, a kind of amazing new (yes, new!) anthology edited by Jed Ayers and Scott Phillips, only available at &lt;a href="http://store.subbooks.com/product/noir-bar"&gt;Subterranean Books&lt;/a&gt;. “Pig Helmet and the Wall of Life” by Pinckney Benedict is the must-read hallucinatory tale, where gravity-defying motorbikes meet serpents and the Scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Gorky’s Mother&lt;/i&gt;. There was a time when I overdosed on Russian fiction and had to cut myself off before getting to these two. I know I’ll read &lt;i&gt;Mother &lt;/i&gt;eventually, though I may never return to Dostoyevsky. I think I’m done with old-school soap operas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emergency Room Wrestling&lt;/i&gt; by the Dirty Poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’d like to see made into a film&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Operation Wandering Soul&lt;/i&gt; by Richard Powers. A film that manages to translate this prose to the screen would be a heartbreaking epic freakshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando, no question. No limits on time and sex = endless opportunity for trouble-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781890159993-0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Human Pony&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, though impress probably isn’t the word. Provoke is more to the point. O, the conversations this book started…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zoetrope &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt; - world-class editorial and design standards, ideal combo of smart and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actionyes.org/issue9/leidner/leidner1.html"&gt;3 Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Mark Leidner in &lt;i&gt;Action, Yes&lt;/i&gt;. I like how Leidner controls the narrative voice in these pieces without making it feel tight. His rhythms are powerful music, too. I like the velocity of the last one, the beauty of the love poem, the love, and the provocative politics of the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ondaatje’s new novel, &lt;i&gt;The Cat's Table&lt;/i&gt;, which came out last month. I’ll probably read it a year from now, though I’ve been thinking about it for some time. I’ve read most of Ondaatje’s fiction, a lot of his poetry, some of his non-fiction. I feel like he does this thing - I don’t know what it is - that makes his prose lift off the page. There’s a levitating quality to his language. &lt;i&gt;Anil’s Ghost&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The English Patient&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Coming Through Slaughter&lt;/i&gt; are essential. I don’t know what the new book’s about. I don’t need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bent-Beautiful Books Too Little Talked About in 2011 by Authors Not Born in the United States Nor Residing in NYC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Art &amp;amp; Lies&lt;/i&gt; by Jeanette Winterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Invisible Cities&lt;/i&gt; by Italo Calvino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Torture Garden&lt;/i&gt; by Octave Mirbeau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Coming Through Slaughter&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Ondaatje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Night of Serious Drinking&lt;/i&gt; by Rene Daumal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Not Always So&lt;/i&gt; by Shunryu Suzuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Too Loud a Solitude&lt;/i&gt; by Bohumil Hrabal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;G.&lt;/i&gt; by John Berger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Destroy, She Said&lt;/i&gt; by Marguerite Duras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8835964580164358865?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8835964580164358865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesus-angel-garcia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8835964580164358865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8835964580164358865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesus-angel-garcia.html' title='Jesús Ángel García'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7948298703745671564</id><published>2011-09-12T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:34:16.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathy Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kathy Fish's flash fiction collection &lt;a href="http://matterpress.com/press/"&gt;Wild Life&lt;/a&gt; is available now from Matter Press. Another collection of short fiction, Together We Can Bury It, is forthcoming later this year from Cow Heavy Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is Not Your City&lt;/span&gt; by Caitlin Horrocks and it's as great as everyone says it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt; by James Joyce (I've tried, many times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Take Me Apart&lt;/span&gt; by Molly Gaudry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel or short story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to write myself into &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt; so I could see Prince Edward Island in the springtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/span&gt; - I think I've read it four times now. Feels different every time. My copy is a paperback and it's kind of falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cheat a little and say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quick Fiction&lt;/span&gt;. I subscribed for years and have kept every issue. I was deeply sad to see it go. One of my current favorites is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ninth Letter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;a href="http://wigleaf.com/201108minds.htm"&gt;Three Apocalypses&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; by Lucy Corin in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wigleaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books by friends who are amazing writers. Jeff Landon has two books coming out very soon, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Emily Avenue&lt;/span&gt; from Fast Forward Press and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Truck Dancing&lt;/span&gt; from Matter Press. Also, Myfanwy Collins's debut novel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Echolocation&lt;/span&gt; is coming out early next year from Engine Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weird Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, a writer/editor I really like and respect responded to one of my stories by saying, "You're a weird chick, Fish." I loved that! I love weirdness in all its varied forms: dark, surreal, funny, edgy, odd. So the theme of my recommended reading list is "Weird Chicks." I have huge admiration and affection for the following books and their writers. I recommend them highly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Museum of the Weird&lt;/span&gt; by Amelia Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bad Behavior&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Gaitskill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tongue Party&lt;/span&gt; by Sarah Rose Etter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Daddy's&lt;/span&gt; by Lindsay Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You Must Be This Happy to Enter&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ballad of the Sad Cafe and Other Stories&lt;/span&gt; by Carson McCullers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lottery and Other Stories&lt;/span&gt; by Shirley Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honored Guest&lt;/span&gt; by Joy Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7948298703745671564?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7948298703745671564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/09/kathy-fish.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7948298703745671564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7948298703745671564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/09/kathy-fish.html' title='Kathy Fish'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8959956952199250056</id><published>2011-09-01T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:13:36.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Ridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ryan Ridge is the author of the story collection &lt;a href="http://darkskymagazine.com/books/hunters-gamblers/"&gt;Hunters &amp;amp; Gamblers&lt;/a&gt; and the poetry collection &lt;a href="http://batcatpress.com/publications/ox-by-ryan-ridge/"&gt;Ox&lt;/a&gt;. In 2013, Mud Luscious Press will publish his novel(la) American Homes. He lives in Long Beach, California, and is working on the second book of his American trilogy, American Dreams. He can be found online at &lt;a href="http://www.ryanridge.com/"&gt;www.ryanridge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reading Charles Portis’s first novel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt;. It’s got it all: ex-marines, circus midgets, portly sisters, psychic chickens, etc. Awesome characters all around. Lean prose. Amazing dialogue. Portis gets things moving and keeps them moving. One of the all time great “road novels.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faulkner’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As I Lay Dying&lt;/span&gt;, but I’m saving it for my deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Topp’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sasquatch Stories&lt;/span&gt; made me LOL a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Steal This Book&lt;/span&gt; by Abbie Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;strangest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I dreamed Donald Barthelme and I were coaching a high school cross country team. We just sat in the bleachers the whole time, smoking cigarettes and drinking gin. Telling the kids to run faster at irregular intervals. I think the dream was about teaching pedagogies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Airships&lt;/span&gt; by Barry Hannah has a second book in the margins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ve ever done this (consciously at least), but on my coffee table now I have: William Eggleston’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guide&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Three Hundred Years of American Painting&lt;/span&gt; by Alexander Eliot, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where Children Sleep&lt;/span&gt; by James Mollison, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Acme Novelty Library&lt;/span&gt; by Chris Ware, as well as a couple old Time Life books (one on mountains and the other is about The Gold Rush). Are you impressed? A little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough question. There are so many good journals. I’d say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Artifice&lt;/span&gt; if I had to chose just one. Their aesthetic resonates with me. I think they’re my favorite. No one else is doing anything like them. They're originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/tylergobble/docs/stoked_vol_ii"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stoked Volume II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is incredible. Every piece is worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxane Gay’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ayiti&lt;/span&gt; (Artistically Declined Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bible’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Simple Machines&lt;/span&gt; (Awesome Machine Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel Bosworth’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freight&lt;/span&gt; (Folded Word Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek White’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ark Codex 0&lt;/span&gt; (Calamari Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Titular Characters I’d Invite to a Cookout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ray &lt;/span&gt;by Barry Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fay &lt;/span&gt;by Larry Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Motorman &lt;/span&gt;by David Ohle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesus’ Son&lt;/span&gt; by Denis Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Notable American Women&lt;/span&gt; by Ben Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Willard and His Bowling Trophies&lt;/span&gt; by Richard Brautigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/span&gt; by Cervantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt; by Charles Portis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Old Man and the Sea&lt;/span&gt; by Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/span&gt; by Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8959956952199250056?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8959956952199250056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/09/ryan-ridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8959956952199250056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8959956952199250056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/09/ryan-ridge.html' title='Ryan Ridge'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1328442417512281064</id><published>2011-08-24T14:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:04:47.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Oliu</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brianoliu.com/"&gt;Brian Oliu&lt;/a&gt; is originally from New Jersey and currently lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.  His work appears in Hotel Amerika, Puerto del Sol, DIAGRAM, New Ohio Review, and elsewhere.  His book &lt;a href="http://www.tinyhardcorepress.com/books/current-titles/so-you-know-its-me/"&gt;So You Know It's Me&lt;/a&gt; was released in June 2011 by Tiny Hardcore Press.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through &lt;i&gt;Moonwalking With Einstein&lt;/i&gt;, a book about a guy who tries to win the United States Memory Championship. Some fascinating stuff about how our brains retain information--my next project is about that, so it's been a perfect read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never read any Umberto Eco. I feel as if I should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;i&gt;The Year of Magical Thinking&lt;/i&gt; each year in one sitting, usually while on a plane (for maximum effect). Reading about death and coping while being crammed into a weirdly sterile space 30,000 feet in the air is an otherworldly experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a copy of &lt;i&gt;Very Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark &lt;/i&gt;when I was in middle school. I'm usually pretty good about getting books back to people. At least, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the Michael Martones in &lt;i&gt;Michael Martone&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Martone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you would like to see made into a video game  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, did you ask the right person this question? So many. I mean, &lt;i&gt;The Iliad&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;The Aeneid&lt;/i&gt; is an obvious choice and I can't believe we haven't done that yet.  A very strange action/bend. I think an RPG of Murakami's &lt;i&gt;Hardboiled Wonderland and The End of the World &lt;/i&gt;would be spectacular--dual worlds, lots of weird creepy things, sewers, etc. All of Murakami's books would be good RPGs/&lt;i&gt;Shadowgate&lt;/i&gt;-esque games. A slow-moving &lt;i&gt;Ico&lt;/i&gt;-esque &lt;i&gt;1984 &lt;/i&gt;could be terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my old house my roommate had a book of Banksy that I would pretend to know a great deal about when we had company over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one? I'd have to go with &lt;i&gt;Ninth Letter&lt;/i&gt;. Gorgeous design and the writing is always innovative and fun, with a lot of great writers; both established and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Masked Man/aka David Shoemaker has a &lt;a href="http://deadspin.com/5805167/the-dead-wrestler-of-the-week-archive"&gt;Dead Wrestler of the Week&lt;/a&gt; column on &lt;i&gt;Deadspin&lt;/i&gt;. It's some of the best nonfiction writing you'll read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much looking forward to Michael J. Lee's &lt;i&gt;Something in My Eye&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books You Should Never Read at the Bar While Your Friends Are Dancing But You Refuse to Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Epileptic &lt;/i&gt;by David B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Changeling&lt;/i&gt; by Joy Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities&lt;/i&gt; by Olena Kalytiak Davis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;My Happy Life&lt;/i&gt; by Lydia Millet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ray &lt;/i&gt;by  Barry Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;House of Leaves&lt;/i&gt; by Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Chimera &lt;/i&gt;by John Barth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1328442417512281064?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1328442417512281064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/08/brian-oliu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1328442417512281064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1328442417512281064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/08/brian-oliu.html' title='Brian Oliu'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-2267308347957756829</id><published>2011-06-07T18:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:42:52.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Rose Etter</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sarah Rose Etter’s chapbook, &lt;a href="http://www.caketrain.org/tongueparty/"&gt;Tongue Party&lt;/a&gt;, is now available from Caketrain Press. You can find out more at: &lt;a href="http://www.sarahroseetter.com/"&gt;www.sarahroseetter.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is No Year&lt;/i&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ever written, honestly. But lately, &lt;i&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Us&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Kimball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Best of Roald Dahl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Executioner’s Song&lt;/i&gt; by Norman Mailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any short story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Manual for Sons&lt;/i&gt; by Donald Barthelme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not much of a books on coffee table kind of person, more of a books stacked on the bedside table kind of person. I don’t think I’ve ever planted anything – but if I was going to plant something, I’d probably just put seven copies of Ovid on the table, see where that got the conversation going, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! I’d have to go with &lt;i&gt;Caketrain&lt;/i&gt;. And not just because they are my soulmates and publisher. Their issues just consistently blow my face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.barrelhousemag.com/?p=674"&gt;Me and Gin&lt;/a&gt;” by Lindsay Hunter in &lt;i&gt;Barrelhouse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French translation of &lt;i&gt;The Pale King&lt;/i&gt; by David Foster Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break-Up Reading List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;And The Ass Saw the Angel&lt;/i&gt; by Nick Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Rules of Attraction&lt;/i&gt; by Brett Easton Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Play It As It Lays&lt;/i&gt; by Joan Didion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Pimp &lt;/i&gt;by Iceberg Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Selected Stories of Robert Walser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tough Guys Don’t Dance&lt;/i&gt; by Norman Mailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Memories of My Melancholy Whores&lt;/i&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Crimes of Passion&lt;/i&gt; by Marquis De Sade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-2267308347957756829?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/2267308347957756829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/06/sarah-rose-etter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2267308347957756829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2267308347957756829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/06/sarah-rose-etter.html' title='Sarah Rose Etter'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-648569257970490867</id><published>2011-05-28T09:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:43:30.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tom Williams is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.mainstreetrag.com/TWilliams.html"&gt;The Mimic's Own Voice&lt;/a&gt; (Main Street Rag Publishing Co). He has also published numerous stories, reviews, and essays, most recently in RE:AL, The Collagist, Booth and Slab. An associate editor of American Book Review, he will become Chair of English at Morehead State University this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot: I finished Lidia Yuknavitch's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Chronology of Water&lt;/span&gt; and found it the bravest memoir I've ever read. Haven't read a whole lot of memoirs, though. But if everyone wrote one like Lidia, there'd be a lot less complaining about the genre. I just finished an ARC of Billy Giraldi's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Busy Monsters&lt;/span&gt;; it's slated to come out in the summer and it's hilarious and sad and heart warming all at once. I've moved on to JA Tyler's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inconceivable Wilson&lt;/span&gt; and Caleb J Ross's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stranger Will&lt;/span&gt;. And I try to read one story from Al Heathcock's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Volt&lt;/span&gt; a week; they're just too bruising to read one after the other. Plus, Phong Nguyen's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Memory Sickness&lt;/span&gt; and Brian Allen Carr's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Short Bus&lt;/span&gt; just came in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Education of Henry Adams&lt;/span&gt; is one I've opened time and time again and always gotten distracted by something else. It seems one of those books that a writer and an English professor (which I sometimes am) should have completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fairly recent and it's Ben Tanzer's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You Can Make Him Like You&lt;/span&gt;--the novel combines both an interesting subject matter/plot and the kind of treatment (short, intense chapters, each almost a story on its own) that kept it in my hands on a fairly long flight from Austin to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me in a week to see if I got back to the former president of my about to be former university his copy of Peter Hoeg's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tales of the Night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, I have never returned Paul Churchland's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Matter and Consciousness&lt;/span&gt;, which is a fascinating book that I borrowed (read "stole") from my best friend, a philosopher of mind. I think the penalty I'm paying is that I can only understand about a tenth of the book, though it has all matter of wonderful phrases in it: my favorite is "my love weighs twenty grams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djuna Barnes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nightwood&lt;/span&gt;. It felt like reading another language with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect Ray Midge would have the best route, Dean Moriarty would get me there the fastest, and Jay Gatsby would have the coolest car. But I really think the best partner for such an endeavor would have to be, for me, Henry Wiggen, from Mark Harris's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bang the Drum Slowly&lt;/span&gt;, because he shares with us the wisest of words at the end of that wonderful novel (and equally good film): "From here on in I rag nobody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mimic's Own Voice&lt;/span&gt;. My wife still made me take out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Barrelhouse&lt;/span&gt;: Because they've had the good sense to publish my work twice (plus mention me and Matt Bell in their power ballad), they've lived up to their promise of supplying free beer for life, and because in each issue Dave, Aaron, Dan, Joe, Matt and Mike have the kind of fiction, non-fiction, poetry and a comic that demonstrates a healthy love affair with letters but also the kind of wiseguy skepticism that keeps things lively and relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Bell's National Short Story Month &lt;a href="http://www.mdbell.com/blog/"&gt;commentary&lt;/a&gt;. I wish I believed that Matt slept. But he can't possibly have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above: Giraldi, William. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Busy Monsters&lt;/span&gt;. I've already read it, but I'm hopeful that the book breaks out in a big way. Billy deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Multicultural Literature They're Not Reading in Multicultural Literature Courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing to me, as an academic, is how quickly canonized and codified the reading list for Multicultural Lit courses have become. Worse, books seem to get selected not for their aesthetic achievement but for how they can spell out clearly for even the dimmest of students clear cut, capital P Problems. I'd want to make things fun, throw in some cool shit, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt; by Ishmael Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bone&lt;/span&gt; by Fae Myenne Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Magic of Blood&lt;/span&gt; by Dagoberto Gilb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Fast Red Road&lt;/span&gt; by Stephen Graham Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Corregidora&lt;/span&gt; by Gayl Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Kind of Light That Shines on Texas&lt;/span&gt; by Reginald McKnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Her Wild American Self&lt;/span&gt; by M. Evelina Galang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liven things up a little, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-648569257970490867?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/648569257970490867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/05/tom-williams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/648569257970490867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/648569257970490867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/05/tom-williams.html' title='Tom Williams'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-6957993162409368330</id><published>2011-05-19T09:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T19:59:16.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Fried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seth Fried's short stories have appeared in numerous publications, including Tin House, One Story, McSweeney's Quarterly Concern, The Kenyon Review, The Missouri Review, and Vice. His debut short story collection, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Great-Frustration-Stories-Seth-Fried/dp/1593764162"&gt;The Great Frustration&lt;/a&gt;, was published in May 2011 by Soft Skull Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just about to finish &lt;i&gt;The Book of Imaginary Beings&lt;/i&gt; by Borges. The last third of my forthcoming collection is a bestiary of fake microscopic organisms, and so someone recommended I check out this Borges book.  It would have been an amazing resource while I was writing my book, but unfortunately I came to it a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not writing a bestiary, I think it's a phenomenal book. In two or three hundreds words Borges will provide you with amazing insight on really complex and ambiguous creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite passage from the book’s description of the chimera: "[...] all authorities agree that the monster originally came from Lycia, where there is a volcano that bears its name. The base of the volcano is infested with serpents; on its sides there are meadows where goats pasture; and on the top, flames shoot forth and lions have their dens. The Chimera might, then, be a metaphor for that wonderful mountain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often I tell myself that I am going to read Robert Burton's &lt;i&gt;The Anatomy of Melancholy&lt;/i&gt;, and then I just straight up don't. On several occasions I have given the first five pages a very close and enthusiastic read. However, I inevitably end up being sidetracked by some other book that isn't a 1400 page prescientific treatise on melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Grand Hotels of Joseph Cornell&lt;/i&gt; by Robert Coover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In undergrad a good friend lent me Stanley Elkin's &lt;i&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/i&gt; and I never gave it back. In my defense, it's not like I failed to return it out of laziness. I loved the book and was deliberately trying to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My copy of &lt;i&gt;Catch-22&lt;/i&gt; is the first really important book I ever read. I've had it since I was about 14 and it looks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qfwfq from &lt;i&gt;Cosmicomics&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;t zero&lt;/i&gt;. He was around for The Big Bang. He has taken a rowboat to the moon.  He was alive when birds were discovered. He was once a dinosaur. Those are all qualities I look for in a traveling companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing a lot of showing off when I first read Foucault’s &lt;i&gt;Madness and Civilization&lt;/i&gt;. I haven't picked it up in a while, but back then I remember finding it ridiculously dense and challenging. I might even be trying to show off by mentioning it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;collected stories of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was attending undergrad, my friend and I used to go to art museums and base stories on the paintings. The title story of my collection was inspired by a painting called &lt;i&gt;The Garden of Eden&lt;/i&gt; at The Toledo Museum of Art. However, probably my favorite story from that series was one my friend wrote called "&lt;a href="http://www.moonmilkreview.com/2010/the-bored-madonna/"&gt;The Bored Madonna&lt;/a&gt;" (&lt;i&gt;Moon Milk Review&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Millhauser's &lt;i&gt;We Others&lt;/i&gt; is going to be amazing. Also, I'm really looking forward to Donald Ray Pollock's &lt;i&gt;The Devil All The Time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Recommended Reading List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mega Anthology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mega anthology I am constantly putting together in my head. It changes all the time, but right now it would include the following stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Adventure of the Bather" by Italo Calvino (&lt;i&gt;Difficult Loves&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Sandman" by Donald Barthelme (&lt;i&gt;Amateurs&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Cats and Students, Bubbles and Abysses" by Rick Bass (&lt;i&gt;The Watch&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Rememberer" by Aimee Bender (&lt;i&gt;The Girl in the Flammable Skirt&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Partisans" by Karl Taro Greenfeld (&lt;i&gt;One Story&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Kafka Cooks Dinner" by Lydia Davis (&lt;i&gt;Varieties of Disturbance&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Bigfoot Stole My Wife" by Ron Carlson (&lt;i&gt;The News of the World&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Guest" by Stanley Elkin (&lt;i&gt;Criers &amp;amp; Kibitzers, Kibitzers &amp;amp; Criers&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pet Milk" by Stuart Dybek (&lt;i&gt;The Coast of Chicago&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Amazing Drowning Woman" by Brent Van Horne (&lt;i&gt;The Milan Review&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Cockroaches in Autumn" by Lydia Davis (&lt;i&gt;Break It Down&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Carry Me Home, Sisters of Saint Joseph" by Marie-Helene Bertino (&lt;i&gt;American Short Fiction&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Realism" by Charles Yu (&lt;i&gt;Third Class Superhero&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Box" by J. David Stevens (&lt;i&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Dinosaurs" by Italo Calvino (&lt;i&gt;Cosmicomics&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Magic Poker" by Robert Coover (&lt;i&gt;Pricksongs and Descants&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Relief" by Peter Ho Davies (&lt;i&gt;The Ugliest House in the World&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Faery Handbag" by Kelly Link (&lt;i&gt;Magic for Beginners&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "This Is a Story About My Friend George, the Toy Inventor" by Grace Paley (&lt;i&gt;Later That Same Day&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "B Positive" by Michael Czyzniejewski (&lt;i&gt;Elephants in Our Bedroom&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Paradise Park" by Steven Millhauser (&lt;i&gt;The Knife Thrower&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ghosting" by John Hodgman (&lt;i&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Common Misunderstanding" by Franz Kafka (&lt;i&gt;The Complete Stories&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Girl and Giraffe" by Lydia Millet (&lt;i&gt;Love in Infant Monkeys&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The First Several Hundred Years Following My Death" by Shawn Vestal (&lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "No Kaddish for Weinstein" by Woody Allen (&lt;i&gt;Without Feathers&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Signifying Nothing" by David Foster Wallace (&lt;i&gt;Brief Interviews with Hideous Men&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Joke" by J. David Stevens (&lt;i&gt;Mexico is Missing&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Balloon" by Donald Barthelme (&lt;i&gt;Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (&lt;i&gt;Collected Stories&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-6957993162409368330?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/6957993162409368330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/05/seth-fried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6957993162409368330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6957993162409368330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/05/seth-fried.html' title='Seth Fried'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-2741510806323893672</id><published>2011-05-09T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:20:34.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Allen Carr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brian Allen Carr is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.tamupress.com/product/Short-Bus,6619.aspx"&gt;Short Bus&lt;/a&gt; (Texas Review Press) and the forthcoming Vampire Conditions (Holler Presents). He edits Dark Sky Press and is assistant editor of Boulevard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Tom Williams's excellent &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mimic’s Own Voice&lt;/span&gt; and Scott McClanahan’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stories V&lt;/span&gt;, which is a killer read. I’ve been reading a lot of noir. I’m not sure why. Thompson, Cain, Hammet. I’m always reading some Dickens. I’m fixing to re-read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt;. I really want to get the new Deb Olin Unferth, but I’m so behind in my reading that I’m not sure when I’d get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to read Proust. It’s sitting on my shelf at work. I read more classics than contemporary, but the great books seem to choose their own time to be read--at least in my case. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In Search of Lost Time&lt;/span&gt;, but I hope to. Though, I think the translation I have is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remembrance of Things Past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Postman Always Rings Twice&lt;/span&gt;. That’s one of my favorite books. So much happens in those 112 pages. And it’s very precise. I’m becoming a great fan of plot. More and more. Sentence fandom is growing boring. Though I say that and then I’ll read something from Jamie Iredell’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Book of Freaks&lt;/span&gt;, or Blake Butler’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There Is No Year&lt;/span&gt;, or Amelia Gray’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Museum of the Weird&lt;/span&gt;, and I’ll think language is the real direction of our generation. Daniel Woodrell is pretty much who I want to be when I grow up, but whenever I try to do extreme plot driven narratives my writing crumbles. I’d never be able to write a book like James M. Cain did. Quick jabs of plot and panic. I was chatting with Matt Bell recently and I think we both decided that the best thing to be able to write would be 100 page French novels. Well, he said it, I just agreed. Like, say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt;. A book which was inspired by &lt;i&gt;The Postman&lt;/i&gt;. . . Or, what might even be better than that, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt;. I can read that book once a month. There’s another great little book by Mexican/American writer Tomás Rivera called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. . . y no se lo trago la tierra&lt;/span&gt;. Which, in English, is usually translated as .&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; . . And the Earth Did Not Devour Him&lt;/span&gt;. That book is mammoth, though not enough people read it. There was this book that Archipelago released last year (I think) called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Plants Don’t Drink Coffee&lt;/span&gt; by Unai Elorriaga, that I also read in a single sitting, and which made me cry. But, I think that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. . . y no se lo trago la tierra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Plants Don’t Drink Coffee&lt;/span&gt; could all be considered young adult fiction, or even children’s books. I like emotions, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who Killed Palomino Molero?&lt;/span&gt; I borrowed it from my brother shortly before he died. I really, really wish I could give it back to him. What’s kind of weird is that the book’s about this really beautiful bolero singer who is murdered. It’s a mystery. My brother was beautiful, and the events surrounding his death are shrouded with uncertainty. To this day we don’t know if he was murdered or committed suicide. I need Lieutenant Silva and Officer Lituma on the case, because they found Palomino’s killer. And it only took them 150 pages. It’s been 10 years, and I don’t know shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather gave me a big picture book of Edgar Alan Poe stories and poems when I was six years old. It’s so awesome. There are definitions in the margins, and the poems tell you how to decode them. I love Poe. Recently I realized that he would have had a southern drawl, and that made me love him more. Read “Alone” with a southern drawl. Don’t imagine Poe as an emo kid. Imagine him as a whiskey-drinking redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolita. Who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hobart&lt;/span&gt;. Aaron Burch knows what’s up. His books are getting progressively more beautiful, as are the issues of the mag. I’ve got a story coming out in issue 13 that I’m very stoked about. I think it was my sixth attempt to place a story with them. It was the most excited I’d been about an acceptance in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Graham Jones’s “&lt;a href="http://www.everyday-genius.com/2009/09/stephen-graham-jones.html"&gt;Modern Love&lt;/a&gt;” over at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyday Genius&lt;/span&gt; is insane, but I guess that came out a bit ago, and it’s just that I re-read it often. Jensen Beach had a &lt;a href="http://www.bullmensfiction.com/STORIES10/Beach.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BULL&lt;/span&gt; a while back that was also brilliant. Um, I don’t know. Oh, Tim Jones-Yelvington’s “&lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/sunday-service/tim-jones-yelvington-short/"&gt;Clean Babies&lt;/a&gt;” at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HTMLGIANT&lt;/span&gt; was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really excited about Mel Bosworth’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freight&lt;/span&gt;. I’m also looking forward to the new Patrick deWitt. I want to read Seth Fried’s story collection. I’m really interested to see Amelia Gray’s debut novel, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Threats&lt;/span&gt;. We had her down for a reading at South Texas College, where I teach, and she gave us a selection of it, and it sounded superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Post-Modern Mexican-American Titles That More People Should Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Last Known Residence of Mickey Acuna&lt;/span&gt; by Dagoberto Gilb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. . . y no se lo trago la tierra&lt;/span&gt; by Tomás Rivera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Valley&lt;/span&gt; by Rolando Hinojosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Martin; And, Meditations&lt;/span&gt; on the South Valley&lt;/i&gt; by Jimmy Santiago Baca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woman Hollering Creek&lt;/span&gt; by Sandra Cisneros (a lot of people actually have read this one, but most likely in the wrong way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-2741510806323893672?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/2741510806323893672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/05/brian-allen-carr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2741510806323893672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2741510806323893672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/05/brian-allen-carr.html' title='Brian Allen Carr'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-646435544546125911</id><published>2011-04-18T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:49:39.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Himmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steve Himmer is the author of the novel &lt;a href="http://atticusbooksonline.com/online-bookstore/trade-paperbacks/the-bee-loud-glade/"&gt;The Bee-Loud Glade&lt;/a&gt;, and editor of the web journal &lt;a href="http://necessaryfiction.com/"&gt;Necessary Fiction&lt;/a&gt;. His website is &lt;a href="http://stevehimmer.com/"&gt;http://www.stevehimmer.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about half of Michael Crummey’s novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galore&lt;/span&gt; on an airplane yesterday, and hope to read the second half on the return flight tomorrow. How can you go wrong with a novel of North Atlantic maritime magic realism, full of dead whales, fishing,  shipwrecks, and some of my other favorite things? To read about, I mean. I’m not a big fan of dead whales and shipwrecks in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Colegate’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shooting Party&lt;/span&gt;, and Heðin Brú &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Old Man and His Sons&lt;/span&gt;. And maybe Jean Stafford’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mountain Lion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either Chris Bachelder’s new novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abbott Awaits&lt;/span&gt;, or Tim Horvath’s novella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circulation&lt;/span&gt;. Both were terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kalevala&lt;/span&gt;, Finland’s national epic. A friend’s wife lent me a copy and they moved back to Finland before I returned it. Which I feel terrible about, because I can’t stand when a book I lend isn’t returned. I guess my only choice is to take a Finnish vacation so I can return it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Kiteley’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still Life With Insects&lt;/span&gt; is definitely one of them, because it’s a book I picked up on a whim toward the end of high school (1992, maybe?) and it marked my “discovery” of contemporary fiction. Joy Williams’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking and Entering&lt;/span&gt; and Nicholson Baker’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mezzanine&lt;/span&gt;, for the same reason. And there are others I treasure because the memory of where and when I read them comes back so vividly whenever I pick them up, like George Mackay Brown’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beside the Ocean of Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably George Mackay Brown’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greenvoe&lt;/span&gt;, even though it doesn’t end well for most of the people in it. The Orkney of his stories is just about my favorite fictional world to daydream about or escape to, and I reread his books more than any others for sentimental reasons bordering on astral projection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I usually have my feet on the coffee table, so there’s not much room for books. But I have put books on my desk at work hoping someone would ask about them. Most recently, my own book, about which I am only the tiniest bit ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I might have said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isotope&lt;/span&gt;, but they’re sadly defunct. So probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ecotone&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hawk &amp;amp; Handsaw&lt;/span&gt;. I really like journals with a theme or a driving idea, because of the way the whole issue becomes a sustained inquiry and a conversation develops from one issue to the next and the next. On the other hand, there are some themes that grow stale after a single issue, but I won’t name any of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been enjoying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New West&lt;/span&gt;’s weekend fiction series, particularly Tamara Linse’s story “&lt;a href="http://www.newwest.net/topic/article/how_to_be_a_man_fiction_tamara_linse/C39/L39/"&gt;How To Be A Man&lt;/a&gt;.” And it’s heartbreaking, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Globe &amp;amp; Mail&lt;/span&gt;’s recent long article “&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/nunavut/the-trials-of-nunavut-lament-for-an-arctic-nation/article1963420/"&gt;The Trials of Nunavut: Lament for an Arctic Nation&lt;/a&gt;” was an incredible read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Krusoe is one of my favorite writers, so I’m excited for his new novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toward You&lt;/span&gt;, which is already out, I guess, but hasn’t arrived in my mailbox yet. And Laura Ellen Scott’s novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Wishing&lt;/span&gt;, which I’ve read and can’t wait for other folks to read, too. Same for Robert Kloss’ book coming up from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mud Luscious&lt;/span&gt;’ Nephew imprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outdoor Novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit in my fiction of not letting characters go indoors very often, or at least not into domestic spaces. I’m not sure why and I’m not sure I want to know, either, but here’s my list of novels in which characters don’t go inside much. Alternately, it might be a list of novels in which it turns out characters go inside more often than I remember. One or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Harbour&lt;/span&gt; by Ian Macpherson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunter&lt;/span&gt; by Julia Leigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butcher’s Crossing&lt;/span&gt; by John Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invisible Islands&lt;/span&gt; by Angus Peter Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob, or Man on Boat&lt;/span&gt; by Peter Markus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Timothy, or Notes of an Abject Reptile&lt;/span&gt; by Verlyn Klinkenborg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Year of the Hare&lt;/span&gt; by Aarto Paasilina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt; by Donald Harrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godric&lt;/span&gt; by Frederick Buechner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into the Forest&lt;/span&gt; by Jean Hegland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quarantine &lt;/span&gt;by Jim Crace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Life&lt;/span&gt; by Molly Gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-646435544546125911?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/646435544546125911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/04/steve-himmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/646435544546125911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/646435544546125911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/04/steve-himmer.html' title='Steve Himmer'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7916613105228664955</id><published>2011-03-01T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:02:08.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Iredell</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jamie Iredell wrote &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prose-Poems-Novel-Jamie-Iredell/dp/0981748120/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1298915771&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Prose. Poems. a Novel.&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.futuretensebooks.com/futuret/books.html"&gt;The Book of Freaks&lt;/a&gt;. He keeps a blog at &lt;a href="http://jamieiredell.blogspot.com/"&gt;jamieiredell.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orwell's &lt;i&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four&lt;/i&gt; for school (I'm teaching it). Mike Young's &lt;i&gt;Look! Look! Feathers&lt;/i&gt; for fun, and it's way fun. Book I of Adam Novy's &lt;i&gt;The Avian Gospels&lt;/i&gt;. The last is in the bathroom, and I often read in the bathroom, but do not usually finish any book in one "sitting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Proust's &lt;i&gt;In Search of Lost Time&lt;/i&gt;. I've made it through &lt;i&gt;Swann's Way&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Within a Budding Grove&lt;/i&gt;. It's a trek I'm forcing upon myself, but a pleasurable one once I'm immersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For prose: Cormac McCarthy's &lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt;. I read a lot of poetry, and I can get through a collection in one sitting, but I usually like to read a book of poems more than once. The last book of poems that really knocked me out was Joe Hall's &lt;i&gt;Pigafetta is My Wife&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steinbeck's &lt;i&gt;The Long Valley&lt;/i&gt;. Sorry Leverett! I'm not sure if you've ever even missed it. But if you do, email me or something and let's meet and I'll give it back. But I won't meet you at that shitty college where we taught together. God, man, if you're still there, so sorry! I mean, I understand that it's a job, of course. But, fuck. Now that I'm teaching &lt;i&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four&lt;/i&gt;, that place was like Oceania--totally fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tristram Shandy&lt;/i&gt;? Maybe. Evan Dara's &lt;i&gt;The Lost Scrapbook&lt;/i&gt; I thought was "difficult" when I first read it. Maybe I wouldn't think that now, since that was about ten years ago. The Old Testament is pretty crazy. My students never seem to realize that, and I'm sure they think I'm blasphemous when I say that it's nuts. I teach in Atlanta, so Bible Belt. But, the narrative voice changes constantly as a result of multiple authors over (likely) thousands of years of oral tradition, and random insane things happen. God's a dick, the antagonist; I'm rooting for the humans and God keeps stepping in and drowning everyone or sending them to slavery in Egypt. The Old Testament is a nonsensical episodic novel, which makes it awesome. It's probably the biggest influence on my own writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, Dean Moriarty, the young Dean Moriarty, not old Dean Moriarty, the one they never found. I don't really do drugs anymore, so I'm not sure I could handle a Dean Moriarty in my old age. Huckleberry Finn would be fun to cruise with. Barry Hannah's Ray, well, see what I said about Dean? What about Dean and Ray together? If I could just watch those two and sit in the back seat, that would be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I've ever done that, I don't think. I didn't own a coffee table until my wife and I moved in together. We're not that much into impressing anyone, since we're kinda slobs. Books end up on the coffee table because we're too lazy to put them back on the shelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here says &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;, and I can't disagree: &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;'s the shit. So &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;. That and &lt;i&gt;New York Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;. And &lt;i&gt;PANK&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthingsburn.tumblr.com/post/3461948106/new-fiction-from-pauls-toutonghi"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;, by Pauls Toutonghi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Martin's &lt;i&gt;Paradise Dogs&lt;/i&gt; (from Thomas Dunne Books). That's a bit of a cheat, since I've read it already. So, a book I'm excited about but haven't read or have only read excerpts from: Amelia Grey's &lt;i&gt;Threats&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atlanta Authors &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not every author currently alive and living in Atlanta, but those whose books come to mind that I think are great. Some of these titles are forthcoming; look for them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There Is No Year&lt;/span&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big in Japan&lt;/span&gt; by Christopher Bundy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Greek Gods as Telephone Wires&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Elapsing Speedway Organism&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Ten Pins, Ten Frames&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Glass Is Really a Liquid&lt;/i&gt; by Bruce Covey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Slouching in the Path of a Comet&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Letter to So and So from Wherever&lt;/i&gt; by Mike Dockins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Days of the Endless Corvette&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Paradise Dogs&lt;/i&gt; by Man Martin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Selected Adult Lessons&lt;/i&gt; by Amy McDaniel (unfortunately sold out, but more will be coming from Amy for sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Land O'Goshen&lt;/i&gt; by Charles McNair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Weed Over Flower&lt;/i&gt; by Jenny Sadre-Orafai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Flowing in the Gossamer Fold&lt;/i&gt; by Ben Spivey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Atlantans-for-the-moment: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Difficult Farm&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Trees, The Trees&lt;/i&gt; by Heather Christle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Fireproof Swan&lt;/i&gt; (also sold out, I think) and &lt;i&gt;The Black Forest&lt;/i&gt; by Christopher DeWeese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7916613105228664955?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7916613105228664955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/03/jamie-iredell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7916613105228664955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7916613105228664955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/03/jamie-iredell.html' title='Jamie Iredell'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-6384930268056749185</id><published>2011-02-07T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:26:49.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roy Kesey</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Roy Kesey is the author of the short story collection &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/all-over/"&gt;All Over&lt;/a&gt;, the novella &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/nothing-in-the-world/"&gt;Nothing in the World&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nanjing-Cultural-Historical-Guide-Travelers/dp/750223876X"&gt;historical guide&lt;/a&gt; to the city of Nanjing, and a new novel called &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/pacazo-by-roy-kesey/"&gt;Pacazo&lt;/a&gt;. His work has appeared in more than eighty magazines, and in several anthologies, including Best American Short Stories. He has been awarded two Pushcart Prize Special Mentions, the 2008 Missouri Review Editors’ Prize, and a 2010 NEA fellowship. He currently lives in Peru with his wife and children.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa's &lt;i&gt;El sueño del celta&lt;/i&gt;, which has the amazing real life of Roger Casement at its core, but the writing is lazy, lazy, lazy. It's kind of hard to believe MVLL himself wrote it, as opposed to maybe his intern's assistant's intern. I'd have quit reading days ago, but my kids gave it to me for Christmas, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also reading George Steiner's &lt;i&gt;After Babel&lt;/i&gt;, which is extraordinary, and I'm just now starting Hamsun's &lt;i&gt;Hunger&lt;/i&gt;, which otherwise would have been the answer to the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luo Guanzhong's &lt;i&gt;Romance of the Three Kingdoms&lt;/i&gt;. I want to, I really want to, but that's got to be most of a million words. Dang, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pola Oloixarac's &lt;i&gt;Las teorías salvajes&lt;/i&gt;. A fun, smart, strange book. The first of a good many from her, I'm guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I do that? I don't think I do that. But as long as we're on the topic, Hey, dude-I-met-in-Guatemala-in-1994-who-promised-to-mail-me-back-my-copy-of-&lt;i&gt;Concluding-Unscientific-Postscript-to-the-Philosophical-Fragments&lt;/i&gt;, hie thee to a damn post office already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't do that, at least not usually. I was deeply bummed, though, to see that my copy of the Lane translation of &lt;i&gt;One Thousand and One Nights&lt;/i&gt; was in the only box of books that got ruined in the course of our move from China back to Peru via the States. My grandma gave me that book. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third thing I don't do. My wife would so kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have to be someone I could trust, someone who'd have my back if we got into trouble, someone with strong language skills and wide-ranging scientific knowledge, because I just decided that this road trip is going to be from Shishmaref to Ushuaia. Also it would be awesome if they had a plane, in case the car breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better: an invisible plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a golden lasso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves just &lt;a href="http://shaunproulx.ca/himbo/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/wonder-woman-1.jpg"&gt;one person&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Hard. But okay: &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;. It's just never not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hold on. You know what? I reject the premise. Thus: &lt;i&gt;Ninth Letter&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;McSweeney's&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Subtropics&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Southern Review&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Quarterly West&lt;/i&gt; too, and that's just for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a serial link chase I came across this (&lt;a href="http://handmaps.org/recent.php?ID=121"&gt;http://handmaps.org/recent.php?ID=121&lt;/a&gt;) maplike object of someone's wedding set-up, and I was just sitting there being quietly charmed by it when my daughter came up behind me and said, “Look at the mermaids!” And that sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one that comes to mind is David Vann's &lt;i&gt;Caribou Island&lt;/i&gt;—Vann's got every bit of Franzen's insight at half the length, plus wolves. And then also, when I heard the rumor that there will be a new Steven Millhauser collection coming out in August, I got a little short of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Randomly Ordered English-Language Mixed-Genre Peru Shelf Starter Kit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Conquest of the Incas&lt;/i&gt; by John Hemming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Conversation in the Cathedral &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; The Green House&lt;/i&gt; by Mario Vargas Llosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The First New Chronicle and Good Government&lt;/i&gt; by Felipe Guaman Poma De Ayala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Black Heralds&lt;/i&gt; by César Vallejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Chronicle of San Gabriel&lt;/i&gt; by Julio Ramón Ribeyro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A World for Julius&lt;/i&gt; by Alfredo Bryce Echenique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Discovery and Conquest of Peru&lt;/i&gt; by Pedro Cieza de León&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Deep Rivers&lt;/i&gt; by Jose María Arguedas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Red April&lt;/i&gt; by Santiago Roncagliolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;5 Meters of Poems&lt;/i&gt; by Carlos Oquendo de Amat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Royal Commentaries of the Incas&lt;/i&gt; by Garcilaso de la Vega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Shining Path&lt;/i&gt; by Gustavo Gorriti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Seven Interpretive Essays on Peruvian Reality&lt;/i&gt; by José Carlos Mariátegui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Cardboard House&lt;/i&gt; by Martín Adán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;History of the Inca Realm&lt;/i&gt; by María Rostworowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Broad and Alien is the World&lt;/i&gt; by Ciro Alegría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-6384930268056749185?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/6384930268056749185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/02/roy-kesey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6384930268056749185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6384930268056749185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/02/roy-kesey.html' title='Roy Kesey'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7028372053931784363</id><published>2011-01-26T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:07:44.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mike Young is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.wordriot.org/wrp/look-look-feathers"&gt;Look! Look! Feathers&lt;/a&gt; (Word Riot Press), a story collection, and &lt;a href="http://www.publishinggenius.com/2009/06/we-are-all-good-if-they-try-hard-enough.html"&gt;We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough&lt;/a&gt; (Publishing Genius Press), a poetry collection. He co-edits NOÖ Journal and runs Magic Helicopter Press. Find him online at &lt;a href="http://mikeayoung.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mikeayoung.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and outside in Northampton, MA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloud Atlas&lt;/i&gt; by David Mitchell, though I'm almost done. It's a romp of a book, with well written forays into several genres, and a sort of gleeful relish of each of those genres' cliches that I can really get behind. I think for some reason it's the book I "needed" to read right now: its antic world-building and its forthrightness about "having ideas" reminds me of what's earnest and entertaining about fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the last two years or so, everybody and their uncle in Western Mass (where I live) has been having a go at &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;, so I guess I should probably get on that mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Motorman&lt;/i&gt; by David Ohle, on a bus from Western Mass to NYC. It's as good as everybody says. It reminded me of graffiti on still box cars, and maybe you look into one of the box cars and think you see some kind of weird spaceship, but you're already down the road, and everything in the past is retreating into your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently it's Mark Anthony Jarman's &lt;i&gt;Nineteen Knives&lt;/i&gt;, which my buddy Gene Kwak lent me in Boston and which he's not getting back anytime soon. This story collection is so good I want to start using the Anthony in the middle of my name too. Stories of woods and hockey and self-destruction and rhapsodic wheeze. All the nouns and verbs have an urge about them. There's a concern for the word that names rather than refers. And the word that nicknames rather than names, which is even better. Even better—to step away from the clinic of language—I feel in the presence of a great bamboozler, one who dazzles while reaching for pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Portis's character Norwood from the novel of the same name. I think Norwood has the perfect combo of how-to and don't-care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's probably kind of gauche for my answer to be "my own reading har har," but I just read in Boston with Carolyn Zaikowski. She read about the Boston Molasses Disaster on the anniversary of the Molasses Disaster, which we didn't even realize. To celebrate, the world snowed huge heaps of brown sugar. Other than that, I'm going to see Betsy Wheeler and Lisa Olstein read "tonight" (I have no idea when this post will be up, but think of me, dear blog viewer, shivering in my kitchen and staring outside and convincing myself that yes, I am going to walk through all this sleet to a poetry reading, of course I am, no doubt about it, absolutely, yeah, sure, you betcha, come on Mike, it's important, I know it's cold, but you should go, it will be fun, you will see your friends, come on, if you don't go you're a bad person, you're a terrible person, you're a selfish sluice-dipper, what?, no I don't know what that means, I just mean you suck if you don't go to this, go to it, go to it, go to it, okay, good, I'm glad you're going, wasn't that easy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of one, but one time I borrowed Sadie Plant's &lt;i&gt;Zeros and Ones&lt;/i&gt; to impress a girl and ended up liking the book more than the girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hard question, but maybe &lt;i&gt;American Short Fiction&lt;/i&gt;. They always seem to really nail it. The other problem with this question is there are so many good online journals, which I don't need to subscribe to, but if I were someone forced to pay money for online journals, I would probably pay for &lt;i&gt;elimae&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Juked&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Davis's story "The Professor" about wanting to marry a cowboy. Here it is: &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/june97/mothers/short970620.html"&gt;http://www.salon.com/june97/mothers/short970620.html&lt;/a&gt;. It's from 1997, but I only read it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Call's &lt;i&gt;The Weather Stations&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Books Whose Titles Only Have Three Letters That Would Probably Not Belong Together Anywhere Else Besides Inside This Cheesy List Concept, Which Is a Concept I Came Up With Only After Rejecting the Concept "Books That Have the Word Cheese in the Title" Because I Could Only Think of Linh Dinh's &lt;i&gt;Some Kind of Cheese Orgy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Bop&lt;/i&gt; by Maxine Chernoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ray&lt;/i&gt; by Barry Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;U.S.A.&lt;/i&gt; by John Dos Passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Nog&lt;/i&gt; by Rudolph Wurlitzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ark&lt;/i&gt; by Ronald Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7028372053931784363?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7028372053931784363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/01/mike-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7028372053931784363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7028372053931784363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/01/mike-young.html' title='Mike Young'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-46048573138186150</id><published>2011-01-18T11:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:02:36.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethel Rohan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I read and write and live. I get better and better at all three, mostly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Evenson’s story collection, &lt;i&gt;The Wavering Knife&lt;/i&gt;. It’s haunting, and horrific in parts, and I feel in the weathered hands of a master storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long list. Near the top of that long list is definitely &lt;i&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/i&gt;. It seems the Russian writers are to me what the Irish writers are to Yiyun Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure I’ve ever done that, but the most recent book I feel I devoured more than read is a tie between Alissa Nutting’s &lt;i&gt;Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls&lt;/i&gt; and Lindsay Hunter’s &lt;i&gt;Daddy’s&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lend books to me. Do not lend anything to me. I am terrible at returning things. It’s not intentional, it’s just not a priority and I’m forgetful. Let’s see, I think the last book I borrowed and never returned would be Anita Diamant’s &lt;i&gt;The Red Tent&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s like asking me which of my two daughters I favor. For the record, the answer to the latter is neither. They’re both fabulous. Back to books. Jesus what a question. Okay, if forced to answer on the threat of death, it’s a tie (don’t laugh) between John Irving’s &lt;i&gt;A Prayer for Owen Meany&lt;/i&gt; and Emily Brönte’s &lt;i&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/i&gt;. Both books had a profound effect on me as a teenager. The passion, compassion, and imagination in these two books filled, flattened, and filled, and filled, flattened, and filled, my heart again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde’s &lt;i&gt;The Happy Prince and Other &lt;/i&gt;[Fairy]&lt;i&gt; Tales&lt;/i&gt;. If you don’t know these stories, read them. “The Happy Prince” still slices at me. Now you all know way too much about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No book comes to mind. &lt;i&gt;Fadó, fadó,&lt;/i&gt; I did plant myself on a coffee table to impress someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, stand me against a tree and throw knives. It’d be easier. I won’t name one. I will say that every writer should subscribe to at least one lit mag every year. They need us. We need them. In 2010, I subscribed to &lt;i&gt;Ploughshares&lt;/i&gt; and I loved every issue. This year I hope to enter the &lt;i&gt;Crazyhorse&lt;/i&gt; fiction contest and that includes a year’s subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to feel painful. Roxane Gay’s blog, &lt;a href="http://www.roxanegay.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Have Become Accustomed to Rejection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is always a fine read, not to mention her fiction. I just read Andy Roe’s “&lt;a href="http://usedfurniturereview.com/2011/01/06/where-shall-we-meet-by-andy-roe/"&gt;Where Shall We Meet?&lt;/a&gt;” over at &lt;i&gt;Used Furniture Review&lt;/i&gt; and loved it. There’s a wealth of excellent writing online. I love that abundance and its accessibility. To hell with the naysayers, as writers and readers, we live in a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read Bonnie Jo Campbell has another book forthcoming. I don’t have any details, but I look forward to that. I loved &lt;i&gt;American Salvage&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Some of the Most Recent Titles I've Read, My ALL SHOOK UP Recommended Reading List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;How They Were Found&lt;/i&gt; by Matt Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Baby and Other Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Paula Bomer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Wavering Knife&lt;/i&gt; by Brian Evenson (currently reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Words for Empty and Words for Full&lt;/i&gt; by Bob Hicok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Daddy's&lt;/i&gt; by Lindsay Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Venus Drive&lt;/i&gt; by Sam Lipsyte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls&lt;/i&gt; by Alissa Nutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-46048573138186150?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/46048573138186150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/01/ethel-rohan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/46048573138186150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/46048573138186150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/01/ethel-rohan.html' title='Ethel Rohan'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1485903889675149299</id><published>2011-01-10T19:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:10:48.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Fowler</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Heather Fowler received her M.A. in English and Creative Writing from Hollins University. Short fiction is her love letter to the world. She has taught composition, literature, and writing-related courses at UCSD, California State University at Stanislaus, and Modesto Junior College. Her stories have been published online and in print in the US, England, Australia, and India, as well as recently nominated for both the storySouth Million Writers Award and Sundress Publications Best of the Net. She was Guest Editor for Zoetrope All-Story Extra in March and April of 2000. Fowler's story, "Slut," won third prize at the 2000 California Writer's Conference in Monterey. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, was recently featured at The Nervous Breakdown, poeticdiversity, and The Medulla Review, and elsewhere. She is Poetry Editor at Corium Magazine. Her debut collection &lt;a href="http://www.aqueousbooks.com/publications.htm"&gt;Suspended Heart&lt;/a&gt; is now available from &lt;a href="http://www.aqueousbooks.com/index.htm"&gt;Aqueous Books&lt;/a&gt;. Please visit her website at &lt;a href="http://www.heatherfowlerwrites.com/"&gt;www.heatherfowlerwrites.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God&lt;/i&gt; by Etgar Keret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/i&gt;by Ovid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/i&gt;—hey, I have kids.  Single sitting readings are hard.  And yes, I read this to them, for them. I do get rather dramatic in my reading though and both expressed fear I would damage the spine.  Otherwise, in adult titles, &lt;i&gt;The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one?  I’m notoriously bad about returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any short story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabokov’s “Sounds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where the Sidewalk Ends&lt;/i&gt;—also, a beautifully written and illustrated version of &lt;i&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/i&gt;, which I still have and have taped the spine of, sharing it with both my step-daughter and my younger daughter, since it is so beautiful and I will not be parted from this, though cannot locate a newer copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t do that.  If they didn’t like me, they wouldn’t be in my house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read many online that don’t require subscriptions, mainly those where I see the work of talented friends appearing, since I don’t want to miss their work.  I once subscribed to &lt;i&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/i&gt; for a long, long time, but felt guilty that all I ever read was the short fiction and then promptly recycled.  Now, I’m signed up for podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too much to quantify here.  Lately, I’ve been loving the selections by &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://necessaryfiction.com/"&gt;Necessary Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nighttrainmagazine.com/"&gt;Night Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is always a good read.  So many excellent journals—it’s hard to pinpoint one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been dying to read &lt;i&gt;Franklin and Eleanor: An Extraordinary Marriage&lt;/i&gt; by Hazel Rowley.  It has been released already, but my copy should be coming in the mail any day now—and I’ve been avidly harassing the mailman.  He likes me.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timeless Books That Surprise and Quietly Astound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt; by Leo Tolstoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Complete Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Flannery O’Connor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/i&gt; by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments&lt;/i&gt; by Roland Barthes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Invisible Cities&lt;/i&gt; by Italo Calvino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Erotic Love Poems from India: Selections from the Amarushataka&lt;/i&gt; edited by Andrew Schelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The House of Breath&lt;/i&gt; by William Goyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Survival in Auschwitz &lt;/i&gt;by Primo Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Villette &lt;/i&gt;by Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca&lt;/i&gt; by Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1485903889675149299?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1485903889675149299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/01/heather-fowler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1485903889675149299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1485903889675149299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2011/01/heather-fowler.html' title='Heather Fowler'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-152639585781555934</id><published>2010-12-29T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:50:40.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Germanacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Born in San Francisco, Anne Germanacos has lived in Greece for thirty-five years. Her work has been published in over sixty literary journals. Her first book, a collection of short stories, was published by &lt;a href="https://www.boaeditions.org/bookstore/in-the-time-of-the-girls.html"&gt;BOA Editions&lt;/a&gt; in October 2010. For more info: &lt;a href="http://www.annegermanacos.com/"&gt;www.annegermanacos.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Penguin Freud Reader&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercier, &lt;i&gt;Night Train to Lisbon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judt, &lt;i&gt;The Memory Chalet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith, &lt;i&gt;Just Kids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enticing combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tristes Tropiques&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malouf's &lt;i&gt;Ransom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt; (not really, but it could have been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markson's &lt;i&gt;Wittgenstein's Mistress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any short story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something by Amy Bloom (she’s kind and generous to her characters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calasso's &lt;i&gt;The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt; (and to look at—it’s gorgeous and fascinating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abstract Comics&lt;/i&gt; by Andre Molotiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AGNI&lt;/i&gt; for the beautiful covers as well as what's between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Under the Sun: The Letter of Bruce Chatwin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books for a Self-Critical Jew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;I Saw Ramallah&lt;/i&gt; by Mourid Barghouti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Accidental Empire&lt;/i&gt; by Gershom Gorenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Sleeping on a Wire&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Yellow Wind&lt;/i&gt; by David Grossman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dancing Arabs&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Let It Be Morning&lt;/i&gt; by Sayed Kashua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Iron Cage&lt;/i&gt; by Rashid Khalidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Palestine Inside Out&lt;/i&gt; by Saree Makdisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Country&lt;/i&gt; by Sari Nusseibeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Tale of Love and Darkness&lt;/i&gt; by Amos Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine&lt;/i&gt; by Ilan Pappe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Palestine&lt;/i&gt; by Joe Sacco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Palestinian Walks &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Strangers in the House&lt;/i&gt; by Raja Shehadeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Iron Wall&lt;/i&gt; by Avi Shlaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Khirbet Khizeh&lt;/i&gt; by S. Yizhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-152639585781555934?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/152639585781555934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/12/anne-germanacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/152639585781555934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/152639585781555934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/12/anne-germanacos.html' title='Anne Germanacos'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1461007262277063060</id><published>2010-12-08T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:07:18.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Bomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Paula Bomer is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.wordriot.org/"&gt;Baby and Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (Word Riot Press, December 2010) and the co-publisher at Artistically Declined Press, where she also serves as the supervising editor at Sententia, a Literary Journal. Find out more about her and her work at &lt;a href="http://www.paulabomer.com/"&gt;www.paulabomer.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;i&gt;The Easy Way to Stop Smoking&lt;/i&gt; by Allen Carr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Middlemarch &lt;/i&gt;by George Eliot and &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt; by Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is Talking to the Fat Lady&lt;/i&gt;, a chapbook by xTx . Prior to that, I was reading the excellent &lt;i&gt;Bad Marie&lt;/i&gt; by Marcy Dermansky. I didn't read it in one sitting, but I read it quite quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember - this may have happened when I was younger. I no longer borrow books, although I give away, rather than lend, many books. I will say the last book someone didn't return to me that I really cared about was a signed copy of a first edition of &lt;i&gt;White Jazz&lt;/i&gt; by James Ellroy. I'm still mad at the man who didn't return it. This happened 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. So many! I think Pickles the Firecat meant so much to me. I was a cat fanatic (still am) and he was so misunderstood because he was in the wrong place. And when he found the right place to be, and the right thing to do - be a firecat - he became happy. It made me think that I too could find the right place to be and do, and that I too could stop being so misunderstood. When my oldest boy was little, I tried reading him &lt;i&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/i&gt; and I started to weep so badly I couldn't finish reading it. I'm never picking that one up again. I think I'd die from grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Nothing is coming to me. Sorry. I do often have sexual dreams about professional tennis players that I've written about at my tennis blog, &lt;a href="http://tennisisametaphorforlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Must Watch Tennis All The Time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I can't think of anything, really. I do try to hide some books from my religious cleaning lady, like &lt;i&gt;Fuck You Too&lt;/i&gt; by Glen E. Friedman and &lt;i&gt;Please Kill Me&lt;/i&gt; by Legs McNeil and  Gillian McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/i&gt;. I guess. I buy lots and lots of journal. All sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxane Gay's &lt;a href="http://www.roxanegay.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; comes to mind. I love reading her blog and anything else by her. But there are so many good things online. The essay "&lt;a href="http://www.thesunmagazine.org/archives/2192"&gt;The Love of My Life&lt;/a&gt;" by Cheryl Strayed is available online. It really really stays with you. It's unbelievable. I read &lt;i&gt;Storyglossia&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Night Train&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pank&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Dogzplot&lt;/i&gt;. Some writers I discovered online are Elizabeth Ellen, Scott Wrobel, Kevin Wilson, T.J. Forrester, Barry Graham... anyway, I could go on here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Harvey's new record.  Also, at the small press I run with Ryan W. Bradley, we are releasing the novel &lt;i&gt;You Can Make Him Like You&lt;/i&gt; by Ben Tanzer and &lt;i&gt;Ayiti&lt;/i&gt;, a collection, by Roxane Gay. I'm super thrilled to be publishing these two books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books with Suicide and/or Mental Breakdowns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt; by Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/i&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/i&gt; by Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/i&gt; by Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Heart of the Matter by Graham Greene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Darkness Visible&lt;/i&gt; by William Styron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Awakening&lt;/i&gt; by Kate Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt; by Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Last Things&lt;/i&gt; by Jenny Offill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The House of Mirth &lt;/i&gt;by Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Sorrow Beyond Dreams&lt;/i&gt; by Peter Handke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Eden Express&lt;/i&gt; by Mark Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Disturbing the Peace&lt;/i&gt; by Richard Yates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1461007262277063060?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1461007262277063060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/12/paula-bomer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1461007262277063060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1461007262277063060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/12/paula-bomer.html' title='Paula Bomer'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1797498636596978481</id><published>2010-12-02T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:47:40.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Salesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://matthewsalesses.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew Salesses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; is the author of a forthcoming novella, The Last Repatriate (Flatmancrooked), and two chapbooks, &lt;a href="http://ourislandofepidemics.com/"&gt;Our Island of Epidemics&lt;/a&gt; (PANK, 2010) and &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/publishinggenius/docs/matthewsalesses"&gt;We Will Take What We Can Get&lt;/a&gt; (Publishing Genius, 2009). His short fiction has appeared in Glimmer Train, Witness, American Short Fiction, The Literary Review, and others. He writes and edits for &lt;a href="http://goodmenproject.com/"&gt;The Good Men Project Magazine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean myths, legends, and folklore, and &lt;i&gt;Great House&lt;/i&gt;, by Nicole Krauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to finish &lt;i&gt;War and Peace&lt;/i&gt; for ages now. I am on Book Fifteen, which is the last book before the epilogues, but have been on Book Fifteen for a couple of years. I don't know why I don't finish it. I loved what I read. Maybe this will make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bad Marie&lt;/i&gt;, by Marcy Dermansky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing in books. I hate cracking the spine. I will only occasionally allow myself to dog-ear a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I've ever had one, not counting writers I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Blue Fairy Book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried for a while to answer this, but there are too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first that came into my head was Edan Lepucki's story, "&lt;a href="http://www.flatmancrooked.com/archives/7741"&gt;Salt Lick&lt;/a&gt;," in &lt;i&gt;Flatmancrooked&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Chee's &lt;i&gt;The Queen of the Night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Recent Books with Good Long Titles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Both Ways Is the Only Way I Want It&lt;/i&gt; by Maile Meloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Sometimes We're Always Real Same-Same&lt;/i&gt; by Mattox Roesch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us&lt;/i&gt; by Laura van den Berg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves&lt;/i&gt; by Karen Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;All Is Forgotten, Nothing Is Lost&lt;/i&gt; by Lan Samantha Chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this is off the top of my head, and I have a bad memory. I'm sure there are more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1797498636596978481?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1797498636596978481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/12/matthew-salesses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1797498636596978481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1797498636596978481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/12/matthew-salesses.html' title='Matthew Salesses'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-5164712329668581630</id><published>2010-11-26T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:16:31.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina May Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tina May Hall writes and teaches in upstate New York.  Her collection of stories, &lt;a href="http://www.upress.pitt.edu/BookDetails.aspx?bookId=36152"&gt;The Physics of Imaginary Objects&lt;/a&gt;, won the 2010 Drue Heinz Prize for literature and was published by the University of Pittsburgh Press in September.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How They Were Found&lt;/i&gt; by Matt Bell, &lt;i&gt;The Stone Gods&lt;/i&gt; by Jeanette Winterson, Judith Thurman’s biography of Isak Dinesen, instructions on how to cook a turkey without poisoning anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Walbert’s &lt;i&gt;A Short History of Women&lt;/i&gt;.  It really is short.  And very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adhere to Polonius’s advice and never borrow nor lend books.  Though I buy a lot of books as gifts.  I am a dog-earer, a spine-cracker, a snacker-while-reading, so I don’t dare borrow anything.  I also try to be familiar, but by no means vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my books are scribbled-in and post-it-noted.  The one most bedecked is probably &lt;i&gt;Dracula&lt;/i&gt;, simply because I teach it a lot and I find it inspires confidence in the class if a sheaf of multicolored notes protrudes from the book.  I used to keep all of my lecture notes and discussion prompts and historical asides written into the back pages of the book and when they got too long for that, written onto notecards that perpetually drifted out of the book and ended up all over campus.  Then I remembered I had a computer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often load my coffee table with self-help books (&lt;i&gt;What Would Keith Richards Do?: Daily Affirmations from a Rock and Roll Survivor&lt;/i&gt;), cleaning manuals (&lt;i&gt;The Pixie Solution: Tips on Relationships, Sex, Death, and Keeping the House Clean&lt;/i&gt;), and cookbooks (&lt;i&gt;The Bacon Cookbook: More than 150 Recipes from Around the World for Everyone's Favorite Food&lt;/i&gt;) just so people think that at least I am making an effort.  Actually, I don’t have a coffee table, but if I did, this would be my strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotelstgeorgepress.com/laboratory/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SYNAPSE: The Weblog of Catherine Bloom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Alex Rose.  I’ve been sure for a while that hypertext is dead, but this is reviving my youthful fancies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered &lt;i&gt;My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: Forty New Fairy Tales&lt;/i&gt;, edited by Kate Bernheimer, boasting an amazing line-up of writers. I also can’t wait to read Karen Russell’s first novel &lt;i&gt;Swamplandia!&lt;/i&gt;  She is doing interesting stuff with absurdity and fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books Featuring Sex Scenes between Cyborgs and Humans &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;He, She, and It&lt;/i&gt; by Marge Piercy—romance meets circuitry and virtual space.  Strangely affecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Looking for the Mahdi&lt;/i&gt; by N. Lee Wood—a female journalist passes as a man and cozies up to her android companion in the Middle East.  What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Diamond Age&lt;/i&gt; by Neil Stephenson—this is a stretch, but one of the characters does disappear into an organic/electronic tube-womb-tunnel thing that keeps him in state of orgasmic bliss for ten years, so I’m claiming it.  Plus, it is one of the most inventive coming-of-age stories out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Neuromancer &lt;/i&gt;by William Gibson—of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-5164712329668581630?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/5164712329668581630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/11/tina-may-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5164712329668581630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5164712329668581630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/11/tina-may-hall.html' title='Tina May Hall'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1007564531214030094</id><published>2010-11-17T23:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:47:29.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Somerville</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Patrick Somerville’s third book, &lt;a href="https://thepapercave.com/49-the-universe-in-miniature-in-miniature.html"&gt;The Universe in Miniature in Miniature&lt;/a&gt;, comes out this November. He lives with his wife in Chicago and teaches creative writing at Northwestern University.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reading &lt;i&gt;Thank You, Jeeves&lt;/i&gt; by P.G. Wodehouse. One more step in my lifelong goal of reading every funny thing every British writer ever wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to read D.H. Lawrence’s &lt;i&gt;The Rainbow&lt;/i&gt; and for some reason, every time I start I get interrupted with having to read this or that other book or losing the book or something else going wrong. What’s strange is that I love the first 50 pages and always have every intention of finishing it whenever I think about it or see it sitting on my bookshelf. I feel like fate is against me. This has been going on for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I object to the idea of treasuring a particular book, maybe because I so often destroy them as I read or lose them or give them away to people or spill juice on them. Or because whatever is in a book gets into you, and that’s the thing that should be treasured. I don’t really understand book collecting, which seems to emphasize the wrong thing completely? But this is just me being difficult. Okay. If I still had it, I think my copy of &lt;i&gt;Dragons of Spring Dawning&lt;/i&gt;, which I got autographed by BOTH Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman when I went to GenCon at age 13, would have been it. But I lost it. See? So I will instead go with my old Penguin edition of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essays, which is unfortunately not signed, but which gives me a warm feeling whenever I look at it. There are only a couple books you’ll find that actually change who you are and permanently alter your consciousness. That book did that to me when I was in my early 20s and completely lost. My copy of that book is worth no money and the binding is bent to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any short story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be one of the old-timers hanging out on the pier alongside Farte, Jr. in Barry Hannah’s “&lt;a href="http://gardenandgun.com/waterliars"&gt;Water Liars&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my desk in high school count? Because I got &lt;i&gt;The Tropic of Cancer&lt;/i&gt; when I was a senior and kept placing it prominently on my desk before the start of every class, hoping it would stir up some kind of censorship controversy with one of my teachers or at the very least get a girl interested. Nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Jay Friedman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Story&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bob McGinn’s recent “Scouting Report on the Vikings” was, as is always the case with McGinn’s Packers coverage, excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Pittard’s &lt;i&gt;The Fates Will Find Their Way&lt;/i&gt;, which comes out in January. I know Hannah and think she’s an incredibly talented writer, and there’s something about that book, something about the combination of a terrible event with this unexpectedly bright and fantastical storyline that feels inventive, warm, and unlike anything I’ve really read before. Hannah’s going to be a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stories Containing the Most Outrageously Speculative yet Weirdly Exciting Sex Scenes, From Most Outrageous to Least&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Altered Carbon&lt;/i&gt; by Richard K. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Broken Angels&lt;/i&gt; by Richard K. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Steel Remains&lt;/i&gt; by Richard K. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Woken Furies&lt;/i&gt; by Richard K. Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty&lt;/i&gt; by A. N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Miller’s Tale&lt;/i&gt; by Geoffry Chaucer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1007564531214030094?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1007564531214030094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/11/patrick-somerville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1007564531214030094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1007564531214030094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/11/patrick-somerville.html' title='Patrick Somerville'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-4041589952910064626</id><published>2010-11-12T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:07:11.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Lopez</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Robert Lopez is the author of two novels, &lt;a href="http://www.calamaripress.com/Lopez_Part_of_the_World.htm"&gt;Part of the World&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/kamby-balongo-mean-river-by-ro/"&gt;Kamby Bolongo Mean River&lt;/a&gt;, and a story collection, &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/asunder-by-robert-lopez/"&gt;Asunder&lt;/a&gt;. He has taught and/or teaches at The New School, Pratt Institute, Columbia University, William Paterson University. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How They Were Found&lt;/i&gt;, Matt Bell&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Old Notebooks&lt;/i&gt;, Evan Lavender-Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/i&gt;, Miguel De Cervantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I've ever done this, but if I have it would've been &lt;i&gt;Reader's Block&lt;/i&gt; by David Markson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pale Fire&lt;/i&gt;, Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unsaid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/the-collagist/there-is-this-woman-who-gets-me-what-i-need.html"&gt;There Is This Woman Who Gets Me What I Need&lt;/a&gt;" by Andrew Richmond in &lt;i&gt;The Collagist&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selected and new Barry Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I Might Teach Next Semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Kissed By&lt;/i&gt; by Alexandra Chasin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/i&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Molloy &lt;/i&gt;by Samuel Beckett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dear Everybody&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Kimball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Bob, or Man on Boat by&lt;/i&gt; Peter Markus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Michael Martone&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Martone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;In the Heart of the Heart of the Country&lt;/i&gt; by William Gass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Why Did I Ever&lt;/i&gt; by Mary Robison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-4041589952910064626?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/4041589952910064626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/11/robert-lopez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4041589952910064626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4041589952910064626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/11/robert-lopez.html' title='Robert Lopez'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-3902768707526522497</id><published>2010-10-19T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:52:32.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Spivey</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ben Spivey is the author of a novel, &lt;a href="http://bluesquarepress.com/books/flowing-in-the-gossamer-fold-by-ben-spivey"&gt;Flowing in the Gossamer Fold&lt;/a&gt; (Blue Square Press 2010) and a chapbook The Body Between The Glass (forthcoming from Mud Luscious Press). His work has been published in Abjective and Everyday Genius. He lives in Atlanta and blogs at &lt;a href="http://yourbrainsblackbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;yourbrainsblackbox.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading &lt;i&gt;Child of God&lt;/i&gt; by Cormac McCarthy and &lt;i&gt;How They Were Found&lt;/i&gt; by Matt Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lolita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually read books in a single sitting, maybe ten years ago I finished a D&amp;amp;D book in a single sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;House of Leaves&lt;/i&gt; by Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Candyland It's Cool to Feed on Your Friends&lt;/i&gt; by James Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamence from &lt;i&gt;The Fall&lt;/i&gt; by Albert Camus or Marvin K. Mooney from &lt;i&gt;The Complete Works of Marvin K. Mooney,&lt;/i&gt; a novel by Christopher Higgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Annalemma&lt;/i&gt; is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/the-collagist/2010/4/15/issue-nine.html"&gt;Phone by Darby Larson&lt;/a&gt;” by Darby Larson in the April 2010 issue of &lt;i&gt;The Collagist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There Is No Year&lt;/i&gt; by Blake Butler and &lt;i&gt;1Q84&lt;/i&gt; by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books That I’ve Removed from My Bookshelf and Stacked in Piles Because I Associate Them in Some Way, or I Like Looking at Their Spines, Etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacked Pile #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;When All Our Days Are Numbered&lt;/i&gt; by Sasha Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;EVER &lt;/i&gt;by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Fall&lt;/i&gt; by Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Log Of The S.S. the Mrs Unguentine&lt;/i&gt; by Stanley Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Stranger&lt;/i&gt; by Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Midnight Picnic &lt;/i&gt;by Nick Antosca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacked Pile #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Prose. Poems. A Novel.&lt;/i&gt; By Jamie Iredell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Everything Here Is the Best Thing Ever&lt;/i&gt; by Justin Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Fugue State&lt;/i&gt; by Brian Evenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Scary, No Scary&lt;/i&gt; by Zachary Schomburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Good, Brother &lt;/i&gt;by Peter Markus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Failure Six&lt;/i&gt; by Shane Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Motorman &lt;/i&gt;by David Ohle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ugly Man: Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Dennis Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Wolf Parts&lt;/i&gt; by Matt Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacked Pile #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Motherless Brooklyn&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Lethem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle&lt;/i&gt; by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Firework &lt;/i&gt;by Eugene Marten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Crooked Little Vein&lt;/i&gt; by Warren Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Stories In The Worst Way&lt;/i&gt; by Gary Lutz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Mona Lisa Overdrive&lt;/i&gt; by William Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Burning Chrome&lt;/i&gt; by William Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Way Through Doors&lt;/i&gt; by Jesse Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Singing Fish&lt;/i&gt; by Peter Markus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;South Of The Border, West Of The Sun&lt;/i&gt; by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/i&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-3902768707526522497?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/3902768707526522497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/10/ben-spivey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3902768707526522497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3902768707526522497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/10/ben-spivey.html' title='Ben Spivey'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7157208066541131221</id><published>2010-10-02T16:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:16:47.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Lindsay Hunter is a writer living in Chicago. She co-hosts the Quickies! reading series, and her collection of stories, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.featherproof.com/Mambo/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=272&amp;amp;Itemid=41"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, is out now from featherproof books. Find her at &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourtreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;lindsayhunter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Hellfire&lt;/i&gt;, a biography of Jerry Lee Lewis. Been getting more obsessed with the Killer lately. It heals me to learn about the depths of freak in other artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many! I feel like I read all the time but never get anywhere. I've never read any J.M. Coetzee, for instance. Or Thomas Pynchon. And I'd love to read &lt;i&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/i&gt;. Fucking &lt;i&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/i&gt; even! I'm truly a sham of a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Steve Martin's autobio of his comedy life, &lt;i&gt;Born Standing Up&lt;/i&gt;. If I saw him on the street I'd probably tongue his ear or something. I think I also read Mary Robison's &lt;i&gt;Why Did I Ever&lt;/i&gt; in one sitting - dammit that book is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend just let me borrow Amy Hempel's &lt;i&gt;Reasons to Live&lt;/i&gt;, and then she moved to New Orleans. Oops. I've also been lent Slash's biography and &lt;i&gt;Y: The Last Man, Book One&lt;/i&gt;, and I have no idea when I'll get to those. Never lend me anything, future friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be in the car with Roberta/Clyde and her father in &lt;i&gt;Cruddy&lt;/i&gt;. I'd likely be filled with a resigned kind of dull terror and sitting in a cooling puddle of urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, for my 30th birthday, got me a first edition copy of &lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Stones of Summer&lt;/i&gt;. It's on the shelf above my laptop so I can look up at it and remember to take risks, try to build something in my writing, and to do it for no other reason but for the pleasure of the words. Of getting the story out and just right, even if that means it's a fucking mess. But a good mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I don't have a coffee table, but I do remember an advisor asking me who I was inspired by, and I'd just read &lt;i&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt;, so I said I liked Faulkner, and the advisor said "Now, did you just say that to impress me?" and I was stunned, and I think probably yeah, I said Faulkner because it sounded better than saying V.C. Andrews or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the &lt;i&gt;Ninth Letter&lt;/i&gt;. Or &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;. Or &lt;i&gt;Artifice&lt;/i&gt;. There are too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling people about this story in the &lt;i&gt;Somnambulist Quarterly&lt;/i&gt; by Athena Nilssen. It's a year old but it's here and it's incredible. "&lt;a href="http://sqeditor.wordpress.com/fiction/athena-nilssen/"&gt;A Flower for You&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Somerville's new collection, &lt;i&gt;The Universe in Miniature in Miniature&lt;/i&gt;, from featherproof books. It's gonna rule. And earlier this summer I had the privilege of hearing Blake Butler read from his forthcoming book, &lt;i&gt;There Is No Year&lt;/i&gt;, and I cannot wait to read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books About Murder For People Who Want to Vomit When Watching NCIS or CSI or Bones, and Hey, These Are All Written by Women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Secret History&lt;/i&gt; by Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;In the Woods&lt;/i&gt; by Tana French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dark Places&lt;/i&gt; by Gillian Flynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The End of Alice&lt;/i&gt; by A.M. Homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Crime Album Stories: Paris 1886-1902&lt;/i&gt; by Eugenia Parry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7157208066541131221?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7157208066541131221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/10/lindsay-hunter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7157208066541131221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7157208066541131221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/10/lindsay-hunter.html' title='Lindsay Hunter'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-5032349418514496043</id><published>2010-09-06T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:00:25.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel B. Glaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rachel B. Glaser was born in New Jersey. She lives in Western Massachusetts. Her first book, &lt;a href="http://www.publishinggenius.com/2002/10/acquired-pee-on-water-by-rachel-glaser.html"&gt;Pee On Water&lt;/a&gt;, is available through Publishing Genius Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rereading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honored Guest&lt;/span&gt; by Joy Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to induce gut-busting laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Purdy's "I Am Elijah Thrush"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flatland &lt;/i&gt;(but I still haven't finished it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book cover design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Barthelme's &lt;i&gt;Sadness&lt;/i&gt; cover, or the original cover (pink pattern that makes it look like a cookbook?) of Jane Bowles's &lt;i&gt;Collected Works&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this good Christopher Cheney poem today: "&lt;a href="http://lit.konundrum.com/poetry/cheneyc_poems.php"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Levin's short story collection coming out in 2011 and Emily Petit's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goat in the Snow&lt;/span&gt; (first book of poems) also coming out in 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books with Wild or Unusual Women Characters Written by Women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Two Serious Ladies&lt;/i&gt; (or the &lt;i&gt;Collected Works&lt;/i&gt;) by Jane Bowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Honored Guest&lt;/i&gt; by Joy Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Nice Big American Baby&lt;/i&gt; by Judy Budnitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Housekeeping &lt;/i&gt;by Marilynne Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Bad Behavior&lt;/i&gt; by Mary Gaitskill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-5032349418514496043?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/5032349418514496043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/09/rachel-b-glaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5032349418514496043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5032349418514496043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/09/rachel-b-glaser.html' title='Rachel B. Glaser'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7741079343083458972</id><published>2010-08-21T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:37:30.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Hamilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Hamilton it an optician, teacher, and writer living in Chicago. She is the co-host and co-founder of the QUICKIES! reading series and she blogs about Inspirational Sports Movies at &lt;a href="http://inspirationalsportsmovies.blogspot.com/"&gt;inspirationalsportsmovies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Newsweek&lt;/span&gt; on the bus. I have a subscription to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; that I got as my reward for renewing my NPR membership, but those issues are stacking up without being opened. I'm currently carrying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mezzanine&lt;/span&gt; around and, when I get a spare second, I read a page or two of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read  &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesus' Son&lt;/span&gt;. It was a long time ago, but I remember not being able to put the book down and then, I was done and it was four or five in the morning and I had to leave for work at nine, so with a few hours to kill I just started reading it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Collected Poems of Robert Service&lt;/span&gt;. I don't remember the last time I've opened the cover and I'm not sure that I'd even still like the poetry. But it reminds me of when I was first, "oooh, words!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Science of Superheroes&lt;/span&gt; because I didn't finish it and I want to and now I don't know where it is. Maybe I did return it? I stole &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aesop's Fables&lt;/span&gt; from my elementary school library in the 6th grade, but I also don't know where that is. When I was in high school I told the library that I lost my copy of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Collected Poems of Robert Service&lt;/span&gt; and I paid a $12 fine, but I hadn't lost it, I just really liked the book and the cool green cover. So, technically, I never "returned" that book to the library. And I do know where that book is because I'm looking at it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had my book release for the chapbook the other night and I had the mad pleasure of watching/listening to Caroline Picard, Natalie Edwards, and Jill Summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Monster at the End of This Book&lt;/span&gt;. It's amazing. It tells you what's up in the title. The whole book is pretty much setting you up for the end, the most obvious foreshadowing ever. And still, every time, it's a huge surprise that there is, indeed, a monster at the end of the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my huge stack of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Yorkers&lt;/span&gt; looks pretty pretentious and I assume a visitor would think I put them there to impress. Really, I worry more about the records and CDs that are on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't the answer to the question you're asking, but I think it would be great to buy a massive encyclopedia and receive a random volume once a week. What about that Time/Life series about aliens and home improvements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also my way of cheating and not choosing just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Sullivan"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Daddy's&lt;/span&gt; by Lindsay Hunter and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Universe in Miniature in Miniature&lt;/span&gt; by Patrick Somerville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book/Stories/Poem/Song That I’ve Read/Listened to Several Times, But Am Still Surprised by the Ending&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Monster at the End of This Book&lt;/span&gt; by Jon Stone and Michael Smollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “The Dress” by Dylan Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Cathedral” by Raymond Carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “A Good Man is Hard to Find” by Flannery O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “The Cremation of Sam McGee” by Robert Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “A Good Idea” by Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7741079343083458972?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7741079343083458972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/08/mary-hamilton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7741079343083458972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7741079343083458972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/08/mary-hamilton.html' title='Mary Hamilton'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-6577157781919944047</id><published>2010-07-23T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:40:49.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jason Jordan holds an MFA from Chatham University. His forthcoming books are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cloud-Other-Stories-Jason-Jordan/dp/0977873226/"&gt;Cloud and Other Stories&lt;/a&gt; (Six Gallery Press, 2010) and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Powering-Devils-Circus-Jason-Jordan/dp/0977873218/"&gt;Powering the Devil's Circus: Redux&lt;/a&gt; (Six Gallery Press, 2010). His prose has appeared online and in print in over forty literary magazines, including Hobart, Keyhole, Monkeybicycle, Night Train, PANK, Pear Noir!, and Storyglossia. Additionally, he's Editor-in-Chief of decomP, accessible at &lt;a href="http://www.decompmagazine.com/"&gt;www.decompmagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;. You can visit him at his blog at &lt;a href="http://poweringthedevilscircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;poweringthedevilscircus.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m reading &lt;i&gt;The &amp;amp;NOW Awards: The Best Innovative Writing&lt;/i&gt;, a 350-page anthology, which should keep me occupied for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t read much of the famous Russians: Chekhov, Dostoyevsky, Nabokov, Tolstoy. I’d like to, but at the same time, I prefer reading contemporary work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Kristina Born’s &lt;i&gt;One Hour of Television&lt;/i&gt;. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never borrow books, because if I end up liking a book, I want to own it and add it to my library, so I always end up buying whatever I read. It’s not the most economical practice, but it usually works out all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gut reaction is Mark Danielewski’s &lt;i&gt;House of Leaves&lt;/i&gt;, because I think its use of strangeness and experimentation is very effective. Plus, I enjoyed it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could take a cross-country road trip with any literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter S. Thompson from &lt;i&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, he’s a real guy, but he’s also a character in every sense of the word. Him and I have the Louisville connection, so we could talk about that during the drive. I’d be lucky to make it back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Vonnegut’s &lt;i&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;/i&gt;. This is the book that started it all for me, the book that showed me that reading can be entertaining. Because I went to a Christian high school, we never read anything on the typical high school reading list due to lewd content, so I wasn’t interested in books at all until later. I’ve been meaning to buy a nice copy of it for years, as mine is a small, tattered paperback, but haven’t gotten around to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t leave books out. I’m OCD about organization, so my books are either in my shelves (ones I’ve read and like enough to keep), or on my dresser (ones in queue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keyhole&lt;/i&gt;, because that’s the only magazine I currently subscribe to. Still, there are tons I buy every issue of, but don’t subscribe to: &lt;i&gt;Barrelhouse&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Electric Literature&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Juked&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;MonkeyBicycle&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;PANK&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pear Noir!&lt;/i&gt;, etc. It feels like I spend less money by purchasing single issues, because my wallet doesn’t take a bigger hit at once by subscribing, but I know that’s not true. There are also many that have a sizeable back catalog of which I only own one or two issues but would love to own more: &lt;i&gt;Canteen&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;New York Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;NOON&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Quick Fiction&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Unsaid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Durham’s “&lt;a href="http://www.thecollagist.com/archive/January2010/Durham/index.html"&gt;This Doomed Gift Before You&lt;/a&gt;” from &lt;i&gt;The Collagist&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit journals are my favorite things to read, and I’m most looking forward to Dzanc’s&lt;i&gt; Best of the Web 2010&lt;/i&gt;. I’m glad a press decided to compile a print annual best-of web anthology. For the past two years I’ve been excited to see the selections. I’m hoping something from &lt;i&gt;decomP&lt;/i&gt; makes the cut soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't-Miss Collections&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Forty Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Donald Barthelme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;What We Talk About When We Talk About Love&lt;/i&gt; by Raymond Carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Jiri Chronicles &amp;amp; Other Fictions&lt;/i&gt; by Debra Di Blasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Drown &lt;/i&gt;by Junot Diaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel&lt;/i&gt; by Amy Hempel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Drift and Swerve&lt;/i&gt; by Samuel Ligon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A River Runs Through It and Other Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Norman Maclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Winter of Different Directions&lt;/i&gt; by Steven J. McDermott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Bluebirds Used to Croon in the Choir&lt;/i&gt; by Joe Meno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Other Electricities&lt;/i&gt; by Ander Monson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Kentucky Straight&lt;/i&gt; by Chris Offutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;CivilWarLand in Bad Decline&lt;/i&gt; by George Saunders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Animal Crackers&lt;/i&gt; by Hannah Tinti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Meet Me in the Moon Room&lt;/i&gt; by Ray Vukcevich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-6577157781919944047?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/6577157781919944047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/07/jason-jordan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6577157781919944047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6577157781919944047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/07/jason-jordan.html' title='Jason Jordan'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-75607129414774396</id><published>2010-06-25T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:54:24.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Jodzio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John Jodzio is a winner of the Loft-McKnight Fellowship.  His stories have appeared in One Story, Barrelhouse, Opium, The Florida Review and various other places in print and online.  A collection of his short fiction, &lt;a href="http://www.replacementpress.com/Home.htm"&gt;If You Lived Here, You’d Already Be Home&lt;/a&gt;, was recently published by Replacement Press.  He lives in Minneapolis.  Find out more at &lt;a href="http://www.johnjodzio.net/John_Jodzio/News.html"&gt;www.johnjodzio.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started two new books in the last few weeks -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There Once Lived a Woman Who Tried to Kill Her Neighbor's Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Ludmilla Petrushevskaya&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;i&gt;The House of Tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; by Peter Bognanni.  I did a reading with Peter recently and really loved what he read.  Next in my stack is &lt;i&gt;The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake&lt;/i&gt; by Aimee Bender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wanting to break open &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;.  People keep telling me it's hilarious, so my expectations are set pretty high.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to induce gut-busting laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barrel Fever&lt;/i&gt; by David Sedaris.  I read it for the first time about 15 years ago, but laughter-wise nothing has come close since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to bartend weddings at this old mansion and they had this fantastic library that was easily broken into with a credit card and a butter knife.  I "checked out" an old copy of Hemingway's &lt;i&gt;The Nick Adams Stories&lt;/i&gt; about five years ago that still hasn't made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Hempel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college there was this girl named Rachel that I liked a lot.  Once at a party I heard her talking to one of my friends about Jim Thompson.  I invited her to my next party and prominently placed my copy of &lt;i&gt;Savage Art: A Biography of Jim Thompson&lt;/i&gt; on the milk crates that were serving as my coffee table.  Don't think she ever noticed it -- she was way too busy making out with my friend Jason on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I bring back defunct ones?  If so, I am going with Gordon Lish's &lt;i&gt;The Quarterly&lt;/i&gt;.  If not, I'll go with either &lt;i&gt;Opium &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Barrelhouse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is from last October, but I just discovered it the other day rooting around on &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;.  Kevin Wilson's "&lt;a href="http://www.hobartpulp.com/website/october/wilson.html"&gt;My Hand, Dead Tissue Severed at the Wrist&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ordered a copy of &lt;i&gt;Citrus County&lt;/i&gt; by John Brandon. &lt;i&gt;Arkansas&lt;/i&gt; was so great and I can't wait to get started on his new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Story Collections that I Lent To Girls Who Were Never Going to Love Me To Try And Make Them Love Me (Read and Unread, Returned and Unreturned)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Nine Stories&lt;/i&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Twenty Grand&lt;/i&gt; by Rebecca Curtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;CivilWarLand in Bad Decline&lt;/i&gt; by George Saunders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Strange Pilgrims&lt;/i&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tabloid Dreams&lt;/i&gt; by Robert Olen Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Kissing in Manhattan&lt;/i&gt; by David Schickler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Brutal Language of Love&lt;/i&gt; by Alicia Erian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-75607129414774396?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/75607129414774396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/06/john-jodzio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/75607129414774396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/75607129414774396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/06/john-jodzio.html' title='John Jodzio'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-199454634456209208</id><published>2010-06-09T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:49:14.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Greenman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ben Greenman is an editor at the New Yorker and the author of several acclaimed books of fiction, including Superbad, Please Step Back, and the new &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-Hes-Poised-Do-Stories/dp/0061987409"&gt;What He's Poised to Do&lt;/a&gt; (Harper Perennial). He invites readers to write letters to fictional characters at &lt;a href="http://letterswithcharacter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Letters With Character&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Chandler. Whenever I finish a book or have a book published, I go back and reread Chandler, because it's so good. It's problematic in some ways -- the depiction of race in &lt;i&gt;Farewell, My Lovely&lt;/i&gt;, which is what I'm reading now, doesn't really harmonize with the modern brain -- but the language is nearly perfect. At one point Marlowe says "the more I know the fewer cups I break." Great. And at another point he is looking at some fancy piece of modern sculpture, and the guy who owns it says to him, "I picked it up just the other day. Asta Dial's Spirit of Dawn." Marlowe says, "I thought it was Klopstein's Two Warts On a Fanny." I wasn't drinking milk when I read that, but if I had been, I would have spit it all over the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my new book, &lt;i&gt;What He's Poised to Do&lt;/i&gt;, is a set of linked short stories all about letters and letter-writing, so I tried to read a number of epistolary novels so that I wasn't completely stupid on the topic. &lt;i&gt;Young Werther&lt;/i&gt;, of course, and John Berger's &lt;i&gt;From A to X&lt;/i&gt;, and John Barth's &lt;i&gt;Letters&lt;/i&gt;. The one I have always wanted to read, though, is Richardson's &lt;i&gt;Pamela&lt;/i&gt;. I have started it a bunch of times but never gotten more than 200 pages into it before I began skipping around, and it's about six hundred. It is sleazy and claustrophobic and beautifully moralistic, and I want to finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Tom Robbins's &lt;i&gt;Still Life with Woodpecker&lt;/i&gt; in the street. Someone had thrown it out. I remember reading it when I was fourteen or so and loving it, so I sat down and read it straight through. It was a strange experience, because it's dated on its own in a sense -- very much a book about culture and counter-culture and the end of the seventies -- but also dated in my mind. I did recover one of my favorite one-liners, which is that sharks are the criminals of the sea, and dolphins are the outlaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my whole collection? So many for so many different reasons. I have a beat-up paperback of Stanley Booth's &lt;i&gt;The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones&lt;/i&gt;. I have galleys of books by friends that I treasure because I treasure the people. I have a first-edition &lt;i&gt;Lolita &lt;/i&gt;whose value I am scared to research. I have the Grove Beckett box. My son made a book about sea life in elementary school. That book is great. I am finding this question impossible to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know the answer to this one! A few years after college, I ran into a girl who was in my class in high school. She gave me her copy of Mark Leyner's &lt;i&gt;Et Tu, Babe&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't return it. In fact, she made a point of contacting me and asking for it, and I think it just slipped my mind. At this point, the crime is nearly twenty years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Guyotat's &lt;i&gt;Eden Eden Eden&lt;/i&gt;, from 1971, which is set in Algeria and in theory about civil war but really an inquiry into all matters of atrocity and obscenity -- violence, sex, the limits of language. It's a trip, and not a pleasant one. It was published, but then banned for sale to readers under 18, and a number of European intellectuals, including Italo Calvino, Jean Genet, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Jean-Paul Sartre, Pierre Boulez, and Maurice Blanchot tried unsuccessfully to get the ban lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. I try to go in reverse. I have so many friends who are writers or who work in publishing that I try to stay fairly honest about what I'm reading, which is to say that I don't clean up when they're coming over, which means that they see that I am usually reading both "good" books and collections of old comic strips and record guides and all other kinds of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it would be the &lt;i&gt;New York Review of Books&lt;/i&gt;. I like the feel of it. I was at dinner with some people recently and they were saying that they love the experience of it, and I agreed, but I didn't want to jump in and say "I agree" like some kind of idiot. But I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one article I reread and reread and reread, because it's a supremely wonderful piece of bad/weird writing. It's called "&lt;a href="http://www.furninfo.com/absolutenm/templates/article_retailing.asp?articleid=5733&amp;amp;z=4"&gt;Ride the Sales Tornado: Become the Wizard of 'Awes'&lt;/a&gt;," and it's from &lt;i&gt;Furniture World&lt;/i&gt; magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eager to read Keith Richards' memoir, even though I have modest expectations for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Epistolary or at Least Pseudo-Epistolary Fiction I Have Read and Liked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Letters &lt;/i&gt;by John Barth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Poor Folk&lt;/i&gt; by Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ada &lt;/i&gt;by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Sorrows of Young Werther&lt;/i&gt; by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dracula &lt;/i&gt;by Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/i&gt; by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Black Box &lt;/i&gt;by Amos Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;We Need to Talk About Kevin&lt;/i&gt; by Lionel Shriver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Age of Iron&lt;/i&gt; by J.M. Coetzee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Summertime &lt;/i&gt;by J.M. Coetzee [interviews, not letters, but brilliant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-199454634456209208?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/199454634456209208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/06/ben-greenman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/199454634456209208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/199454634456209208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/06/ben-greenman.html' title='Ben Greenman'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8548477014907722682</id><published>2010-04-29T08:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:54:30.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Chad Simpson is the author of the chapbook &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://origamizoo.wordpress.com/titles/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phantoms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, available now from Origami Zoo Press. He lives in Monmouth, Illinois, and teaches fiction writing at Knox College. His stories have appeared or are forthcoming in several magazines, including McSweeney’s Quarterly, Barrelhouse, Orion, and The Sun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I devoured Matt Bell’s &lt;i&gt;Wolf Parts&lt;/i&gt;, and it blew me away. I’ve also been working through two short story collections—&lt;i&gt;American Salvage&lt;/i&gt; by Bonnie Jo Campbell and &lt;i&gt;Venus Drive&lt;/i&gt; by Sam Lipsyte—and Jean Harvey Baker’s &lt;i&gt;Mary Todd Lincoln: A Biography&lt;/i&gt;. This last one is research for a longish project I’ve just begun working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt;. And &lt;i&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/i&gt;. I’ve been meaning to read these two books pretty much forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that little book by Matt Bell that I mentioned above… I’d say it was probably Stephen Elliott’s &lt;i&gt;The Adderall Diaries&lt;/i&gt;. I think I’ve read each of the last three or four books by Elliott in a single sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about the “most” challenging, but I’ve read Ben Marcus’s &lt;i&gt;The Age of Wire and String&lt;/i&gt; all the way through at least three times—and I’ve taught sections from it a couple times as well—and I still don’t know what all’s going on between those covers. Still, I’ll probably keep picking it up every couple years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John D’Agata’s &lt;i&gt;About a Mountain&lt;/i&gt;. I only borrowed it about a month and a half ago, though. I’m pretty sure I’ll return it soon, even though I’d like to keep it next to my bed for the next half year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Junot Diaz’s &lt;i&gt;Drown&lt;/i&gt;. I keep teaching it in an intro to lit class and seem to always be making marks in it. I also re-read Deb Olin Unferth’s &lt;i&gt;Minor Robberies&lt;/i&gt; recently and left behind a lot of scribbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ve done this. Maybe it’s because we never have people over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tin House&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2010/04/16/friday-tyrant-women-cant-write/"&gt;A Mess of Pork&lt;/a&gt;” by Harriette Simpson Arnow. I haven’t actually read the whole thing yet, just the opening, but still, it qualifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this: &lt;a href="http://firmuhment.tumblr.com/post/397658485"&gt;http://firmuhment.tumblr.com/post/397658485&lt;/a&gt;. It might be the longest thing I’ve read all the way through online without printing it out. Justin Wolfe’s tumblr, in general, is full of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really excited about Willy Vlautin’s &lt;i&gt;Lean on Pete&lt;/i&gt;, which I think was just released in the past few weeks. I wanted to hate his fiction because he’s in a band that plays pretty cool alt-country music, and I mean, isn’t that enough? you have to write, too? In the end, though, Vlautin’s first two novels killed me, and I’ve been anticipating this one ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another book that just came out: &lt;i&gt;The Book of Right and Wrong&lt;/i&gt; by Matt Debenham. I’ve been reading Matt’s killer stories for the past three years, and now there’s a whole book of them out from Ohio State University Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Embracing Sadness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books that you should read while working as a juvenile probation officer during the six or so months before you quit and then go off to grad school for an MFA in fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Among the Missing&lt;/i&gt; by Dan Chaon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Break it Down&lt;/i&gt; by Lydia Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Esther Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Peter Orner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/i&gt; by Richard Yates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everything you can get your hands on by Amy Hempel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everything you can get your hands on by Stuart Dybek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Autobiography of Red&lt;/i&gt; by Anne Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everything you can get your hands on by Joy Willliams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Point and Other Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Charles D’Ambrosio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8548477014907722682?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8548477014907722682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/04/chad-simpson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8548477014907722682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8548477014907722682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/04/chad-simpson.html' title='Chad Simpson'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-9149975190950305208</id><published>2010-04-17T21:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:04:16.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlin' Neal</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Darlin’ Neal’s story collection, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.press53.com/BioDarlinNeal.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rattlesnakes &amp;amp; The Moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; (Press 53), was just released this year. She is an assistant professor in the MFA and undergraduate Creative Writing Programs at the University of Central Florida and lives in Orlando and Jensen Beach, Florida, along with Maggie the cat, Brian the human, and Catfish the dog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MFA student theses have been keeping me busy. Up next &lt;i&gt;Reality Hunger,&lt;/i&gt; which I was supposed to read and discuss with some friends, I’m behind, and then I can’t wait to read fiction all summer long. I don’t really care about reality hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about that I’m wanting to revisit and read more thoroughly? The &lt;i&gt;Collected Essays&lt;/i&gt; and also &lt;i&gt;The Complete Shorter Fiction&lt;/i&gt; of Virginia Woolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasha Malla’s &lt;i&gt;The Withdrawal Method&lt;/i&gt;. Read it and marvel at his range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Days &lt;/i&gt;by Mary Robison. It’s her early story collection and she was amazing from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most devastating book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost anything by Cormac McCarthy. I love him. &lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel or short story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would be &lt;i&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt; so I could go back and take that walk again in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Anne Porter, Flannery O’Connor, Eudora Welty, Edgar Allan Poe, William Trevor, John Updike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rattlesnakes &amp;amp; The Moon&lt;/i&gt;. I know that’s terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oxford American&lt;/i&gt;, it’s by far my favorite mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionaut.com/"&gt;Fictionaut&lt;/a&gt; has got some great stuff. Go make your way around if you haven’t already. Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Up From The Blue&lt;/i&gt; by Susan Henderson. We’ve critiqued each others’ work and supported each other for years. She’s a beautiful writer and person. I can’t wait to see what she has given us now. Also Kim Chinquee’s new flash collection, &lt;i&gt;Pretty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If You Dig, Then Fill Your Wig With&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the fiction writers who have lived in a few of the places I have lived: Mississippi, New Mexico, Florida, Arizona, Tennessee, and Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Barry Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Larry Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frederick Barthelme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rosellen Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Steve Yarborough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Robison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Denis Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joy Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kevin Canty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Crews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Susan Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robley Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Antonya Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Boswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- N. Scott Momaday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leslie Marmon Silko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cormac McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kevin McIlvoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tim Gautreaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pia Z. Ehrhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-9149975190950305208?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/9149975190950305208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/04/darlin-neal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/9149975190950305208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/9149975190950305208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/04/darlin-neal.html' title='Darlin&apos; Neal'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7355321308728634489</id><published>2010-04-01T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:23:03.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Lavender-Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Evan Lavender-Smith is the author of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://blazevox.org/bk-els.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Old Notebooks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; (BlazeVOX, 2010) and Avatar (Six Gallery Press, forthcoming 2010). His fiction, nonfiction, poetry, drama and criticism appears in many journals and magazines, including Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, Fence, Glimmer Train, The Modern Review, No Colony and Post Road. He is the Editor-in-Chief of Noemi Press and the Prose and Drama Editor of Puerto del Sol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading (an advance review copy!) of &lt;i&gt;The Golden Age&lt;/i&gt; by Michal Ajvaz, trans. Andrew Oakland (Dalkey Archive Press). It's marvelous. I've enjoyed most everything I've read put out by Dalkey in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;War and Peace&lt;/i&gt;. Russian literature was my minor field of study in college; I believe I read every "major" Russian novel from the 19th century except for &lt;i&gt;W&amp;amp;P&lt;/i&gt;. Never been able to muster the courage/stamina (or the French).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iatrogenic: Their Testimonies&lt;/i&gt; by Danielle Pafunda. Twice in a single sitting, actually … we're publishing it at Noemi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite neglected book by a celebrated writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notes from a Bottle Found on the Beach at Carmel&lt;/i&gt; by Evan S. Connell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kant's &lt;i&gt;Critique of Pure Reason&lt;/i&gt; is probably the most challenging book I've finished. Joyce's &lt;i&gt;Finnegans Wake&lt;/i&gt; is the most challenging book I haven't finished, yet I've spent way more time reading the latter than I have the former, which I've read and finished twice.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Old Notebooks&lt;/i&gt; by Evan Lavender-Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an editor at &lt;i&gt;Puerto del Sol&lt;/i&gt;, I don't have to subscribe because I can pretty much steal as many copies as I want. So I can't say that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the journal &lt;i&gt;Unsaid&lt;/i&gt;, without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Pale King&lt;/i&gt; by David Foster Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books the Pages of Which I Can Still Smell in My Mind's Nose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;V.&lt;/i&gt; by Thomas Pynchon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Blood and Guts in High School&lt;/i&gt; by Kathy Acker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tranquility &lt;/i&gt;by Atilla Bartis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dead Souls&lt;/i&gt; by Nikolai Gogol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Correction &lt;/i&gt;by Thomas Bernhard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Thousand Plateaus&lt;/i&gt; by Deleuze and Guattari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Travesty &lt;/i&gt;by John Hawkes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Philosophical Investigations&lt;/i&gt; by Ludwig Wittgenstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;YOU-The City&lt;/i&gt; by Fiona Templeton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Passion According to G.H.&lt;/i&gt; by Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Post-Continental Philosophy: An Outline&lt;/i&gt; by John Mullarkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;To the Lighthouse&lt;/i&gt; by Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Crab Nebula&lt;/i&gt; by Eric Chevillard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Being and Event&lt;/i&gt; by Alain Badiou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;You Bright and Risen Angels&lt;/i&gt; by William T. Vollmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Mirror in the Well&lt;/i&gt; by Micheline Aharonian Marcom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tender Buttons&lt;/i&gt; by Gertrude Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Trilogy&lt;/i&gt; by Samuel Beckett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Assignment; or, On the Observing of the Observer of the Observers: A Novella in Twenty-Four Sentences&lt;/i&gt; by Friedrich Dürrenmatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Dream Songs&lt;/i&gt; by John Berryman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7355321308728634489?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7355321308728634489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/04/evan-lavender-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7355321308728634489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7355321308728634489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/04/evan-lavender-smith.html' title='Evan Lavender-Smith'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-5829215110114739785</id><published>2010-03-19T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:55:25.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn Raffel</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dawn Raffel’s new collection, &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/store/raffel-adventures.html"&gt;Further Adventures in the Restless Universe&lt;/a&gt; comes out in March from Dzanc Books.  She is also the author of a novel, Carrying the Body, and a previous collection, In the Year of Long Division.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt;, because I am re-reading the classics with a group of writers.  Actually, I’m getting annoyed; I’ve never developed much of an affection for classic British lit. Can I also confess to not liking Jane Austen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining volumes of &lt;i&gt;Remembrance of Things Past&lt;/i&gt;, after &lt;i&gt;Swann’s Way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t finish anything in a single sitting.  I am the world’s slowest reader.  If I really like something, I might need to read a single page multiple times before going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Petersburg&lt;/i&gt; by Andrei Bely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “autobiography” my father wrote when he was 16 and that I discovered only after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite neglected book by a celebrated writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really call &lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Suttree &lt;/i&gt;neglected, but these two should have gotten the accolades Cormac McCarthy got for his later books. &lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt; is a masterpiece.  &lt;i&gt;Suttree &lt;/i&gt;is sprawling but has some of the most gorgeous writing I’ve ever read, as well as a salacious passage involving melons that made me laugh so hard I thought I’d be ill.  Also, &lt;i&gt;The Violent Bear It Away&lt;/i&gt; by Flannery O’Connor. Everyone (rightly) cites her stories but this novella is worth revisiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books written by friends when I know they’re coming over. I guess I have to stop that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I need to pick three:  &lt;i&gt;NOON &lt;/i&gt;comes out only once a year and &lt;i&gt;Unsaid &lt;/i&gt;even less frequently. There’s also &lt;i&gt;The Collagist&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.thecollagist.com/archive/February2010/Kearney/index.html"&gt;Vernal&lt;/a&gt;,” a poem on &lt;i&gt;The Collagist&lt;/i&gt; by a poet I hadn’t read before, Henry Kearney, IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean besides my own collection, which took more than seven years and often seemed as if it would never come together? I’m looking forward to reading Sam Lipsyte’s &lt;i&gt;The Ask&lt;/i&gt;. I also need to get my hands on Justin Taylor’s new collection, which just came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books Worth Reading Three or Four Times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;War and Peace&lt;/i&gt; by Leo Tolstoy (I am a fanatic about this, which surprises people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Things They Carried&lt;/i&gt; by Tim O’Brien (a brilliant collection not only about war but also about the act of storytelling and remembering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fairy Tales, any and all (while you’re at it, check out &lt;i&gt;The Uses of Enchantment&lt;/i&gt; by Bruno Bettelheim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Enormous Changes at the Last Minute&lt;/i&gt; by Grace Paley (she gets better with every reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt; by Cormac McCarthy (this is what power looks like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Half-Inch Himalayas&lt;/i&gt; by Agha Shahid Ali (I encountered him when he was selling chapbooks out of his trunk at Bread Loaf; he was eventually published by Norton and died way too young)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Warrenpoint&lt;/i&gt; by Denis Donoghue (a deceptively lean memoir )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tell Me a Riddle&lt;/i&gt; by Tillie Olsen (especially “I Stand Here Ironing”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-5829215110114739785?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/5829215110114739785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/03/dawn-raffel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5829215110114739785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5829215110114739785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/03/dawn-raffel.html' title='Dawn Raffel'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8112978656134885082</id><published>2010-03-06T08:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:26:18.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Sparling</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ken Sparling’s books are: Book (forthcoming in May from Pedlar Press); &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artisticallydeclined.net/books/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hush up and listen stinky poo butt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;; For those whom god has blessed with fingers (Pedlar Press); untitled book (Pedlar Press); Dad says he saw you at the mall (Knopf). Contact Ken at kensparling@live.ca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, The Bible!&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Goldstein. I bought it a few months ago, and read the first chapter right away. It seemed silly, so I didn’t read any more. I loved Goldstein’s first book, &lt;i&gt;Lenny Bruce is Dead&lt;/i&gt;, so I was disappointed when I read the first chapter of the new book. I wanted to love what Goldstein was writing. I’ve sort of known Jonathan for a long time and I really like him. I wanted to be able to tell him I liked what he’d written. The book sat beside my bed for a long time. Then I put it on one of the bookshelves downstairs. A few weeks ago, when I found out Jonathan was coming to Toronto and I would be seeing him, I went and got the book from the bookshelf and read the second chapter. The second chapter was silly, too, but there was something else going on. It was only silly on the surface. I mean, the stuff that was going on in the book looked like it should be silly; but it didn’t feel silly. Goldstein was sneaking something in, something that was sometimes really funny, sometimes really sad, sometimes a little of both – or a lot of both. It was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Whatever it was he was sneaking in there, it kept me reading, and somewhere along the way, I came to understood that Goldstein's silliness was somehow approaching the poetic. It's very beautiful, what Goldstein does. Don’t ask me how he does it, but there were places where I felt like laughing and crying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt; and some of those other fat ones – &lt;i&gt;Gravity's Rainbow&lt;/i&gt;, that sort of thing – not because I think I'll enjoy the experience, or it will be an inherently good thing for me, or anything like that, but because I want to know just what the hell is inside those giant books that make people talk about them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’d ever be able to do this. The books that pull me into their story, and are at the same time well enough written to keep me reading, eventually become exhausting for me and I can only go on reading them for so long before I feel like I’m sinking into a place I don’t want to be. And the books that have really lifted me up and inspired and surprised and excited me – usually these are books that don’t rely on story, but on language – are ones I have had to constantly put down and stop reading to catch my breath and sit and quietly be amazed. I have to stop reading these books not so much so that I can contemplate what I’ve just read or anything like that; I don’t contemplate anything at all in those moments, it's more like I’m emptied, cleared out, stopped in time. It’s like the writing is so powerful that I just have to put the book down and wait a bit before I take on any more of it or it will overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at the library, which is where I borrow my books, and I always return them, if not always on time. When I borrow a book from a friend, I always return that too, because I’m afraid if I don’t, that person will stop being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every book I've totally fallen in love with has seemed strange to start with. When I read Céline's &lt;i&gt;Death on the Installment Plan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Journey to the End of Night&lt;/i&gt; they seemed pretty bizarre at the outset, but it didn't take long for me to feel quite comfortable amid all those ellipses... and to find myself laughing out loud – belly laughs. (Actually, Céline’s &lt;i&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/i&gt; interview seemed strange from start to finish, I never really got over how strange it felt as I read it – by far the best interview I've ever read.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's that I feel uncomfortable with what I'm encountering, maybe that's what I think of when I think of a book seeming strange. The writers I most love give me something I start off thinking is strange and before too long I'm totally in love. Lish did it with &lt;i&gt;Peru &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Krupp's Lulu&lt;/i&gt;. Jonathan Goldstein did it with &lt;i&gt;Lenny Bruce is Dead&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, The Bible! &lt;/i&gt;Derek McCormack keeps doing it every time he gives me something of his to read – recently it was a short article about the Flintstones and an artist he knows and admires. And the preface Derek wrote for &lt;i&gt;Hush up and listen stinky poo butt&lt;/i&gt; is pretty strange. That one totally freaked me out, because, when he sent it to me to look over before the book came out, I thought he'd sent the wrong file for the first two or three paragraphs. I closed the file so I could check the file name on the email attachment. Finally it became clear what Derek was doing, and I laughed in utter joy, because what he’d managed was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bicycle Rider in Beverly Hills&lt;/i&gt; seemed bizarre when I started it. &lt;i&gt;The Man Who Loved Children&lt;/i&gt; was another strange one. Like I said, they seem strange when I start out, but it doesn’t take long till I feel like I’m in exactly the right place as I read and it doesn’t seem strange anymore, only wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt; had me flummoxed for the first maybe fifty pages, I didn’t even want to keep reading, but somewhere along the way I lost track of who or where I was and I was just on some kind of high from what McCarthy was doing. I remember riding the bus to work one day and reading a passage where the riders were encountering shadows on a ridge (big surprise) and suddenly I couldn't catch my breath from how unbelievably beautiful the writing was. I looked out the window of the bus, and everything out there in the real world looked strange. I wanted to stop after every sentence and die from how wonderful that book was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linh Dinh at This Ain't the Rosedale Library bookstore in Toronto. Linh and I read together in Buffalo a few days earlier and he totally blew my mind, so when I saw he was going to be in Toronto a few days later, I went. Also reading that night was Angela Rawlings, who is a friend and worked with me on some projects at the library, but I’d never heard her read. She spends a lot of time in Iceland. That’s where she met Linh Dinh, which seems pretty weird, since neither of them is from there. They were both just there at the same time, doing poetry things. There must be a lot of amazing literary activity in Iceland. Angela’s reading at This Ain’t the Rosedale Library was awesome. I had no idea what to expect from her. Talk about strange and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bicycle Rider in Beverley Hills&lt;/i&gt; because I read the library copy and decided I needed to own a copy of the book. It was out of print, so I went looking online and found a listing for it at a bookseller in Toronto who also ran a bookstore. So I went to that bookstore, thinking I could find it and buy it and save on shipping, and the bookstore was a mess. Everything was piled in no order. &lt;i&gt;The Bicycle Rider in Beverly Hills&lt;/i&gt; wasn’t shelved with the fiction in alphabetical order by author, or even by title. It wasn’t shelved in any order in any section of the store, as far as I could see. I wandered around the store for a while, thinking how hopeless this was. I don’t know why I didn’t just ask the guy who was working in the store. I guess I felt sort of stupid, or cheap for not ordering it online and paying the shipping. I was going to give up when I saw a shelf labelled: First Editions. None of the books on this shelf were in any order, either. &lt;i&gt;The Bicycle Rider in Beverly Hills&lt;/i&gt; was in a stack on the floor in front of the First Editions shelf. That’s my most treasured book, not so much because I loved reading it (I did), but because I found it in that disaster of a bookstore. Don’t get me wrong. I loved that bookstore. It’s exciting to find something beautiful in the middle of chaos – maybe the middle of chaos is the only place to find something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New York Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;, because its attitude makes it the most out-there representative I've encountered of an attitude that I’m sure lots of journals have (Blake Butler’s &lt;i&gt;No Colony&lt;/i&gt; comes to mind; or &lt;i&gt;Gigantic magazine&lt;/i&gt;). But &lt;i&gt;New York Tyrant&lt;/i&gt; is like a magnet for adventurous literary exploration. I love what it stands for just as much as I love what it publishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly Gaudry, a bunch of her stuff – a great piece at &lt;a href="http://titular-journal.com/television/six-feet-under/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Titular&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; most recently. After I read her novella, &lt;i&gt;We Take Me Apart&lt;/i&gt;, I wanted more, but this was her first book, so I went looking online. Also, those transcripts of the Gordon Lish class somebody posted, I haven't read more than a few lines, but I feel happy knowing they’re there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great Books by Canadians I Have Met&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Show That Smells&lt;/i&gt; by Derek McCormack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Haunted Hillbilly&lt;/i&gt; by Derek McCormack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dark Rides&lt;/i&gt; by Derek McCormack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Darkness Then a Blown Kiss&lt;/i&gt; by Golda Fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lenny Bruce is Dead&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Goldstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, The Bible! &lt;/i&gt;by Jonathan Goldstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Kiss Painting&lt;/i&gt; by Sandra Jeppesen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Burnt Orange Lipstick&lt;/i&gt; by Lydia Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-           by Julian Zardonovsky (this guy hasn’t actually had his book published yet, but when he does, you should read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Mountain and the Valley&lt;/i&gt; by Ernest Buckler (okay, I never met this guy, and he’s dead, so I won’t meet him, but what a great book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lullabies for Little Criminals&lt;/i&gt; by Heather O’Neill (technically, we’ve only met by email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ten Thousand Lovers&lt;/i&gt; by Edeet Ravel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Testament &lt;/i&gt;by Nino Ricci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tell It Slant&lt;/i&gt; by Beth Follett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Drowned Lands&lt;/i&gt; by Stan Dragland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Found &lt;/i&gt;by Souvankham Thammavongsa (okay, another one I’ve only emailed with, but I’m going to meet her at the end of March, and her poetry is sublime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Nights Below Station Street&lt;/i&gt; by David Adams Richards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Withdrawal Method&lt;/i&gt; by Pasha Malla (I might meet him soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8112978656134885082?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8112978656134885082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/03/ken-sparling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8112978656134885082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8112978656134885082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/03/ken-sparling.html' title='Ken Sparling'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1230631938341606902</id><published>2010-02-22T10:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:48:12.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Justin Taylor is the author of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Everything-Here-Best-Thing-Ever/dp/0061881813"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything Here is the Best Thing Ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, a collection of stories out now from Harper Perennial. He is a contributor to HTMLGiant.com and his personal website is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justindtaylor.net/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.justindtaylor.net/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rain&lt;/i&gt; by Jon Woodward. My copy of this book is actually a galley that Wave Books sent me a few years ago, to consider for review. Wave publishes some of my favorite poets—Joshua Beckman, Noelle Kocot, Matthew Rohrer, Anthony McCann, &amp;amp;c.—so I love to write about them, but &lt;i&gt;Rain&lt;/i&gt;, for whatever reason, failed to register when it was new. I have this kind of hazy memory of not really giving it a close look. But a few weeks ago I ran into Rohrer at an NYU reading, and Woodward came up in conversation. He was emphatic about his love for &lt;i&gt;Rain&lt;/i&gt;, so when I got home I scoured my shelves (they’re not organized at all) and was lucky enough to actually find this tiny yellow paperback with a red spine. Better late than never, right? It’s wonderful and vivid and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read &lt;i&gt;In Search of Lost Time&lt;/i&gt;, but I want to do it right, and I don’t think I’m capable right now of giving it the attention it deserves/demands. One day… I also bought a copy of Fitzgerald’s &lt;i&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/i&gt; a while back (this edition is Pound's preferred) and it’s been sitting on my shelf, tempting or taunting me—I can’t quite tell. And then there’s &lt;i&gt;Emma&lt;/i&gt;, which is almost certainly going to get read before either Proust or Homer. I’m a huge admirer of Austen’s, and &lt;i&gt;Emma &lt;/i&gt;is one of the few left I haven’t read. My friend Amy sent it to me over the holidays. This is the one I’m actually going to read. Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure, honestly. &lt;i&gt;My Loose Thread&lt;/i&gt; by Dennis Cooper is one I’ve re-read many times, and it usually goes down in one clean shot. &lt;i&gt;Ray &lt;/i&gt;by Barry Hannah—that’s a great way to spend an afternoon. The first time I read &lt;i&gt;Jernigan&lt;/i&gt;, my teacher David Gates’s first novel, it was in one approximately seven hour marathon session. But I also like to savor books I’m enjoying, so sometimes I’ll force myself to stop and sleep on it, just so I can spend a second day in its company. That’s how I read Tao Lin’s &lt;i&gt;Shoplifting from American Apparel&lt;/i&gt;. And &lt;i&gt;A Common Pornography&lt;/i&gt; by Kevin Sampsell. And &lt;i&gt;Jernigan&lt;/i&gt;, all the times after that first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actual Air&lt;/i&gt; by David Berman. I stole this from a college roommate and never gave it back. It’s become one of my favorite books in the world, and I wrote an essay about it for &lt;i&gt;The Believer&lt;/i&gt; where I went into this whole thing about all the notes that Peter and I had each written in it at different times, and going back over those notes now. On his most recent visit to New York, over New Year’s 2009--&gt;2010, Peter finally succeeded in stealing it back from me, but I guess that’s not the same as me “returning” it, so the answer stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would either be the Berman book that I just talked about (which, face it, Peter, is only temporarily on leave from my collection) or else my copy of Donald Barthelme’s &lt;i&gt;Sixty Stories&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery O’Connor. Donald Barthelme, even though they’re spread over three volumes (&lt;i&gt;Sixty Stories&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Forty Stories&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Flying to America&lt;/i&gt;). Amy Hempel. Jim Shepard, though &lt;i&gt;Love and Hydrogen&lt;/i&gt; is actually a “new and selected.” Raymond Carver. H.P. Lovecraft. Also, &lt;i&gt;Great Short Works of Leo Tolstoy&lt;/i&gt;, which is this great old Harper Perennial edition of eight or nine of his novellas plus “Alyosha the Pot.” If it had “Three Hermits” in it, it’d be perfect. Hemingway. Faulkner. Diane Williams. Gary Lutz, when the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started bringing a copy of &lt;i&gt;The Collected Books of Jack Spicer&lt;/i&gt; around to the coffee shop by my house because the barista quoted him on her Facebook page. I ended up trading it to her (temporarily) for a collection of &lt;i&gt;Punk Planet&lt;/i&gt; interviews, which probably seems like it tells you everything you need to know about us both, and our little friendship. Maybe it does. Anyway, that’s not a story about a coffee table, but I don’t have a coffee table, so it’s kind of the best I can do, and anyway, she was impressed enough that she went out with me—once. (She lives with a guy now; they seem very happy.) The alternate answer—-much simpler, but infinitely more obnoxious—is&lt;i&gt; Everything Here is the Best Thing Ever&lt;/i&gt; by Justin Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The New York Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnr.com/book"&gt;The New Republic’s The Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is just fantastic. I’ve been on it almost daily since it launched. They’ve really set a new bar, I think, for what a serious online book review can (and should) be. I link to their stuff all the time on &lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/"&gt;HTMLGiant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, one of the most recent additions to &lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/"&gt;HTMLGiant &lt;/a&gt;is one of my favorite people to read online. She’s also the friend who sent me my about-to-be-read-I-swear-it copy of &lt;i&gt;Emma&lt;/i&gt;. Hear that sound? It’s a baseball bouncing off the dining room light fixture and landing on the dinner table—but I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/author/amymcd/"&gt;Here is everything Amy McDaniel has authored to date for HTMLGiant&lt;/a&gt;. I would point readers in particular toward “Some Notes on Affect,” “Is Masocriticism the only way?” “Elitism: An Encomium,” and more recently: “Source Material.” It’s also worth mentioning that her two “Grammar Challenge” posts (on 12/2 and 12/3), which concerned her experience as a student of David Foster Wallace, and included the questions (and on day two, the answers) from a grammar quiz he gave, are the most popular posts in the history of the blog, by a factor of at least ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Lipsyte - &lt;i&gt;The Ask&lt;/i&gt;, a novel (FSG, March). Dawn Raffel - &lt;i&gt;Further Adventures in the Restless Universe&lt;/i&gt;, stories (Dzanc, March). Dennis Cooper - &lt;i&gt;Smothered in Hugs&lt;/i&gt;, nonfiction (Harper Perennial, June). Dennis Cooper - &lt;i&gt;The Weaklings&lt;/i&gt;, poems (Alyson Books, exact date TBA). Have you figured out yet that I’m not good at making choices? More is more is more. Joshua Cohen - &lt;i&gt;Witz&lt;/i&gt;, a novel (Dalkey Archive, May). Tao Lin - &lt;i&gt;Richard Yates&lt;/i&gt;, a novel (Melville House, fall 2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Unclassifiable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite stories exist—in my mind, anyway—in a kind of interstitial zone between the categories novel, novella, and very long short story. In some cases, the author or the publisher specified how the work was to be classified, in other instances that choice was made later by somebody else. Sometimes several somebody elses have made different choices at different times over the years. But what all these works have in common is that each one boasts a marvelous and fruitful tension between the vast vision of the story and the masterful, sometimes ferocious economy with which that vision is rendered. Here then are twenty-two stories – roughly chronological but no promises – which will withstand and transcend any label you give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Kreutzer Sonata&lt;/span&gt; by Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt; by Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Story of the Eye&lt;/span&gt; by Georges Bataille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At the Mountains of Madness&lt;/span&gt; by H.P. Lovecraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Bartleby the Scrivener" by Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;In Watermelon Sugar&lt;/i&gt; by Richard Brautigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “An Education” (in &lt;i&gt;Bloodshed and Three Novellas)&lt;/i&gt; by Cynthia Ozick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Ray &lt;/i&gt;by Barry Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Travesty &lt;/i&gt;by John Hawkes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Edisto &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Edisto Revisited&lt;/i&gt; by Padgett Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Heaven” (in &lt;i&gt;Bad Behavior&lt;/i&gt;) by Mary Gaitskill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Orbit” (in &lt;i&gt;The Spectacle of the Body&lt;/i&gt;) by Noy Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Name of the World&lt;/i&gt; by Denis Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “The Term Paper Artist” (in &lt;i&gt;Arkansas: Three Novellas&lt;/i&gt;) by David Leavitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Bounty” (in &lt;i&gt;CivilWarLand in Bad Decline&lt;/i&gt;) by George Saunders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;My Loose Thread&lt;/i&gt;  and “The Ash Gray Proclamation” (the latter in &lt;i&gt;Ugly Man&lt;/i&gt;) by Dennis Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Cosmopolis &lt;/i&gt;by Don DeLillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Milk &lt;/i&gt;by Darcey Steinke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Project X&lt;/i&gt; by Jim Shepard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Shoplifting from American Apparel&lt;/i&gt; by Tao Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1230631938341606902?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1230631938341606902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/02/justin-taylor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1230631938341606902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1230631938341606902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/02/justin-taylor.html' title='Justin Taylor'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-3879906181788780936</id><published>2010-01-14T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:44:45.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron Burch</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Aaron Burch’s &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtotakeyourselfapart.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How To Take Yourself Apart, How to Make Yourself Anew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, won PANK’s chapbook contest and is due out any day now, or may even already be out, depending on when this interview goes up. His &lt;a href="http://howtopredicttheweather.com/"&gt;How To Predict the Weather&lt;/a&gt; is due out from Keyhole Books later this year, and stories are in the current or out-very-soon issues of New York Tyrant, Barrelhouse, Quick Fiction, and PANK. He is the editor of Hobart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started answering these questions a few weeks ago, then got overwhelmed with the holidays and whatnot and so am now finally getting back to it. Then, I’d just finished Victor LaValle’s &lt;i&gt;Big Machine&lt;/i&gt;, which I loved, and was starting Nicholson Baker’s &lt;i&gt;The Anthologist&lt;/i&gt;. I’ve now moved on to Robert Lopez’s &lt;i&gt;Kamby Bolongo Mean River&lt;/i&gt; and, as always, I’m reading stories here and there in literary journals, and lots of submissions. I’m also kind of dipping my toes, for “research” on a story I’m working on right now, into the Bible and a book about Paul Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all of them. I’m super underread. I know it’s not a “classic” in the traditional sense of the word, but I’ve been meaning to read McCarthy’s &lt;i&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/i&gt; forever. The only other “classics”/older books that look to be in my current “to-read” pile are some Gabriel Garcia Márquez, Mikhail Bulgakov, West’s &lt;i&gt;Miss Lonelyhearts&lt;/i&gt;, and Chesterton’s &lt;i&gt;The Man Who Was Thursday&lt;/i&gt;. Though I don’t actually foresee getting to any of those anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s possible both &lt;i&gt;Miss Lonelyhearts&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Thursday&lt;/i&gt; are in the above mentioned “to-read” pile because both are borrowed. I’ve had Barry Graham’s &lt;i&gt;The Complete Guide to Self-Publishing&lt;/i&gt; forever. I’m sure there are a few others that snuck onto the bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to induce gut-busting laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say I read a small excerpt of Lipsyte’s &lt;i&gt;The Ask&lt;/i&gt; somewhere, and I don’t often push into “gut-busting” but it made me laugh. The two writers who immediately come to mind are Lipsyte and Bachelder, who is always making me laugh with his stories and novels and who I just generally love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I’m lazy. I don’t think I’ve read very many (read: any) challenging books. Maybe Lutz and Marcus challenge me the most, at times trying to figure out basically anything about the story at all, all the while still enjoying the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weirdest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great dream about Dave Housley, one of the &lt;i&gt;Barrelhouse&lt;/i&gt; editors the other night. Here’s how I just described it on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... had a dream about AWP. I went to the Barrelhouse table to pick up the new issue, but it was just Dave Housley sitting there by himself, looking like he was at a craft fair. "You didn't bring any issues?" I asked. "Nah," he said. "We never sell any, so I thought I'd try to sell some of my homemade crafts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish I could draw or something so I could fully represent the beauty of this booth from my dream. Like... think of the busiest, gaudiest craft booth you've ever seen at a county fair. Then go from there. It was AMAZING. And Dave looked pretty much like regular ol' Housley, except he had this look on his face, both optimistic, like he was sure he'd sell more goods than they had issues previously, but also a little saddened, like he didn't understand why I was the only one at the table and his amazing crafts weren't just flying off the table. But, still with the glimmer of optimism, like he knew: they'd come. It was slow now, but it was all only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just a couple of days ago drove a couple of hours with a couple of friends/fellow UIUC MFA student to Knox College to see Laura van den Berg read. She rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’ve ever had a coffee table. I’ve maybe conspicuously left &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt; out, hoping they might ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I could limit it to just one. Why do I have to? I think I currently subscribe to, and/or buy every issue of: &lt;i&gt;Annalemma&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Barrelhouse&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Quick Fiction&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;NOON&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;New York Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Keyhole&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;A Public Space&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Conjunctions&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;American Short Fiction&lt;/i&gt;. And then there are at least that many more that I buy almost every issue of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ Evatt’s poem “&lt;a href="http://www.pankmagazine.com/?p=1033"&gt;Poem Ending With A Fragment From &lt;i&gt;A Theory of Truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” on &lt;i&gt;PANK&lt;/i&gt; (which you can also listen to!) and Dave Housley’s essay “&lt;a href="http://thecollagist.com/archive/December2009/Housley/index.html"&gt;Dim Lights, Thick Smoke&lt;/a&gt;” on &lt;i&gt;The Collagist&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In full disclosure: mine. I’m kind of geekily anticipating it. I can’t wait to see it, hold it, put it on my coffee table to impress others, even though I don’t have a coffee table and no one ever comes to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less self-centric answer would probably be Lipsyte’s &lt;i&gt;The Ask&lt;/i&gt;, although I’m also really looking forward to Matt Bell’s collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Books That Can Fit in Your Pocket and Can Possibly be Read in One Sitting but You May Want to Stretch Out to Prolong Your Enjoyment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requirements for this are basically evident from the above but otherwise not very strict. I’ve realized recently that I really like novellas. However, when they are included in a longer collection (“a novella and stories”) I rarely read them because they seem daunting, compared to the stories, and yet when published on their own, they are like a short treat and seem so easy when compared to a longer novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Jello Horse&lt;/i&gt; by Matthew Simmons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Lone Surfer of Montana, Kansas&lt;/i&gt; by Davy Rothbart (I have the smaller, self-published version of this book which, at about 5” x 7” and only 124 pages, is perfect for the above description)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all the books by Clear Cut Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all the books in the 33-1/3 series of books on classic albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all the books by Jean-Philippe Toussaint (released by Dalkey Archive, a couple are bigger, but most are small enough to be pocketable, and all are great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tales of Woodsman Pete&lt;/i&gt; by Lilli Carré (comic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Incredible Change-Bots&lt;/i&gt; by Jeffrey Brown (also a comic; probably about half of Brown's books are small and great enough to be included here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And, finally, despite being published through &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt; and so possibly exempt from inclusion, I would feel remiss if I didn’t mention both Michelle Orange’s &lt;i&gt;The Sicily Papers&lt;/i&gt; and Mary Miller’s &lt;i&gt;Big World&lt;/i&gt;. We basically started Short Flight / Long Drive Books with the desire to publish books that fit this reading list description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-3879906181788780936?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/3879906181788780936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaron-burch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3879906181788780936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3879906181788780936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaron-burch.html' title='Aaron Burch'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-4459132940364898081</id><published>2010-01-05T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:41:24.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Porter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.andrewporterwriter.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrew Porter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; is the author of the short story collection, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0307475174"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Theory of Light and Matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, which won the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction and was recently republished in paperback by Vintage/Knopf. His fiction has appeared in One Story, Epoch, The Pushcart Prize Anthology and on NPR’s “Selected Shorts.” He currently teaches creative writing at Trinity University in San Antonio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m reading a few books: Dan Chaon’s &lt;i&gt;Await Your Reply&lt;/i&gt;, Lorrie Moore’s &lt;i&gt;A Gate at the Stairs&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Best American Short Stories 2009&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;What I Can’t Bear Losing&lt;/i&gt;, a collection of essays by Gerald Stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Sentimental Education&lt;/i&gt; by Flaubert. I’ve read a lot of Flaubert, and many of my friends have recommended this book to me, but for some reason I’ve never gotten around to reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few books in my collection that even my closest friends aren’t allowed to borrow. One of these books is my paperback edition of Stephanie Vaughn’s &lt;i&gt;Sweet Talk&lt;/i&gt;, which is one of my very favorite short story collections and which is also currently “unavailable” (at least in paperback) on Amazon. How a collection this good could ever go out of print is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very good about returning books to friends, but I believe my copy of Nabokov’s &lt;i&gt;The Eye&lt;/i&gt; might still have a very old library card in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weirdest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget my dreams as soon as I wake up, so it’s hard for me to say. I’ve probably had a few anxiety dreams about my own book, if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my last semester of college, my creative writing professor decided on a whim that we should spend the last three weeks of the semester reading &lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt;. At the time, it seemed like a cruel joke. I mean, it was May, the flowers were blooming, most of us were about to graduate in less than a month; but still, I remember sitting in the library stacks and trudging through it, using whatever supplemental materials I could find to make sense of what I was reading. In retrospect, I don’t know how I made it through the entire book, but I did, and I can honestly say it was probably, in the end, one of the most rewarding reading experiences of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery O’Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember ever doing this, but I have definitely hidden some of my &lt;i&gt;Entertainment Weeklys&lt;/i&gt; under copies of &lt;i&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s easy. &lt;i&gt;One Story&lt;/i&gt;. I don’t know of another magazine out there that’s publishing more interesting fiction these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.fivechapters.com/2009/the-witches/"&gt;The Witches&lt;/a&gt;” by Rebecca Curtis over at &lt;i&gt;Five Chapters&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very excited to read my friend Doug Dorst’s short story collection &lt;i&gt;The Surf Guru&lt;/i&gt;, which should be coming out this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Big Taboo: Writers Writing about Writers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing every creative writing professor will tell you is that you should never write a short story about a writer. If you want to make the main character a writer, they’ll say, then make him or her something else: a musician, a painter, a filmmaker, even an actor. And yet, over the years I’ve read some incredibly good short stories about writers, and these are just a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Cats and Students, Bubbles and Abysses” by Rick Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “92 Days” by Larry Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Love and Honour and Pity and Pride and Compassion and Sacrifice” by Nam Le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “A Conversation with My Father” by Grace Paley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Life Story” by John Barth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “The Office” by Alice Munro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “How to Tell a Story” by Margo Rabb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Put Yourself in My Shoes” by Raymond Carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Tall Tales from the Mekong Delta” by Kate Braverman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “How to Become A Writer” by Lorrie Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-4459132940364898081?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/4459132940364898081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/01/andrew-porter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4459132940364898081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4459132940364898081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2010/01/andrew-porter.html' title='Andrew Porter'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-4715313774079782940</id><published>2009-12-21T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:36:17.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shellie Zacharia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shellie Zacharia lives in Gainesville, Florida. Her debut story collection, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.keyholemagazine.com/books/shellie-zacharia/now-playing"&gt;Now Playing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, was recently published by Keyhole Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I’m always reading several books at once. Too many. I’m reading a few short story anthologies slowly, a story or two here and there: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ecco Anthology of Contemporary American Short Fiction&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mistress’s Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories, from Chekhov to Munro&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O. Henry Prize Stories 2007&lt;/span&gt; volume. I’m also reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Party Train, a Collection of North American Prose Poetry&lt;/span&gt;. And Cristina Garcia’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreaming in Cuban&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolstoy’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, but maybe Elizabeth Crane. I read her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the Messenger is Hot&lt;/span&gt; and then I went and got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Must Be This Happy to Enter&lt;/span&gt; because I thought, yeah, these are fun stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strangest book you've ever read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt;. I read it in grad school and I remember thinking, what?! I remember loving the Molly Bloom yes and yes and yes soliloquy, and I remember the professor saying, “Stately, plump Buck Mulligan” a bunch of times and not making much sense. But I know I was blown away that writing could be so wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m embarrassed to say, but a vegetarian cookbook. It’s got good easy recipes, simple ones where I don’t have to run to the store for extra ingredients. But now I’m thinking I better return it and get my own copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collected stories of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Davis. Her collection just came out. I think I’ll buy it. Today. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you've planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I don’t think I’ve planted books, but I’ve hidden books. Don’t need people knowing I’m reading that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oxford American&lt;/span&gt;. And they include the Southern Music CD. Very cool. Literature and music – two of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sudden Fiction&lt;/span&gt; anthologies edited by Robert Shapard and James Thomas – I have them all (and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flash Fiction&lt;/span&gt; ones) and go back to them again and again. I don’t know when they’ll put another one out, but I’m waiting . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Books That Made Me Say “Wow”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl in the Flammable Skirt&lt;/span&gt; by Aimee Bender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House on Mango Street&lt;/span&gt; by Sandra Cisneros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Family Orchard&lt;/span&gt; by Nomi Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Fish&lt;/span&gt; by Daniel Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/span&gt; by Ann Patchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace Like a River&lt;/span&gt; by Leif Enger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-4715313774079782940?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/4715313774079782940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/shellie-zacharia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4715313774079782940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4715313774079782940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/shellie-zacharia.html' title='Shellie Zacharia'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-2279633787965032719</id><published>2009-12-17T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:51:01.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Straub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma Straub is the author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flatmancrooked.com/flyoverstate"&gt;Fly-Over State&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a novella published by FlatmanCrooked. Her short stories have appeared in Five Chapters, Barrelhouse, The Saint Ann's Review, Juked, and many other publications. She is the co-editor of Avery: An Anthology of New Fiction, as well as the co-editor of the Read page of the Dossier Journal website. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband and cats and is currently trying not to kill a number of plants. More information can be found at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://emmastraub.net/"&gt;www.emmastraub.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edwin Mullhouse: The Life and Death of an American Writer&lt;/span&gt; by Steven Millhauser. I read his story collection &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dangerous Laughter&lt;/span&gt; on my honeymoon in March and have been wanting to read his novels ever since. This book, as far as I can tell so far, is about a very average boy and his psychotically obsessed best friend. It's sort of like what I imagine Mrs. Danvers from Daphne du Maurier's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; would have been like as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked up and put down Updike's Rabbit trilogy in every bookstore I've ever been in, but have somehow never bought the thing. Does that count as a classic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished Jonathan Lethem's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronic City&lt;/span&gt;, which I wouldn't classify as a 'funny' book, but it certainly made me laugh out loud. The Millhauser book is also hilarious. I'm an easy laugh, should I mention that? Other things that make me laugh: pictures of kittens on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course many many books that mean a great deal to me as a collection of sentences (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/span&gt;, etc), but there are only two books on my shelf that actually mean something as objects. In high school, when I was a poet, I stole my parents' ancient and gorgeous copies of Frank O'Hara's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Collected Poems&lt;/span&gt; and e. e. cummings’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poems, 1923-1954&lt;/span&gt;. I folded down pages and underlined and stuck post-its on almost every page. I don't think my parents are ever getting those books back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't borrow very often, but I do have a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Comfort Farm&lt;/span&gt; that was loaned to me many years ago, as well as a copy of Charles Baxter's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feast of Love&lt;/span&gt; that a friend left at my house by accident in college. Is it awful to admit I haven't read either one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could write yourself into any story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one where I could go into another world, a la Narnia or Hogwarts, though people are always trying to kill you in places like that. Maybe just a Jhumpa Lahiri story, where my thoughts would be much more nicely worded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a reading two days ago, but it seems weird to pick my own. I will say this, however, in my own defense. It was the Largehearted Lit series, where musical accompaniment is expected, and I had my friends sing Billy Joel and the New Kids on the Block. A crowning achievement. Before that, the last reading I went to was the finale of Jonathan Lethem's Chronic City Marathon. He read until 4am, though I pooped out at 1:30. There were cookies, and prizes. Every reading should have cookies and prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Stor&lt;/span&gt;y. Does anyone not say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Story&lt;/span&gt;? I also love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/span&gt;, and my dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FlatmanCrooked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://therumpus.net/"&gt;The Rumpus&lt;/a&gt; every day. Also, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/"&gt;The Nervous Breakdown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.themillions.com/"&gt;The Millions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, Peter Straub, has a really amazing novel coming out in February. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dark Matter&lt;/span&gt; and it will make you see stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Novels by Really Smart Ladies Who I Would Be Afraid to Approach at a Cocktail Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret History&lt;/span&gt; by Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Man&lt;/span&gt; by Kate Christensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wife&lt;/span&gt; by Meg Wolitzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liars and Saints&lt;/span&gt; by Maile Meloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Keep&lt;/span&gt; by Jennifer Egan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/span&gt; by Ann Patchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unaccustomed Earth&lt;/span&gt; by Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-2279633787965032719?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/2279633787965032719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/emma-straub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2279633787965032719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/2279633787965032719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/emma-straub.html' title='Emma Straub'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-4351073300243181917</id><published>2009-12-13T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:19:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claudia Smith lives and writes in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. Her collections are The Sky Is A Well And Other Shorts and &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781892061362-0"&gt;Put Your Head In My Lap&lt;/a&gt;. Her site is &lt;a href="http://www.claudiaweb.net/"&gt;www.claudiaweb.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Groves of Academe&lt;/span&gt; by Mary McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Something big, fat, and Russian. I've read the abridged translation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War and Peace&lt;/span&gt;; I should pick up the unabridged, someday. No, I've changed my mind. Someday I really will read all of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remembrance of Things Past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie&lt;/span&gt; by Jean Rhys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I feel more attached to the words than the books themselves. It sounds arrogant but it is probably my first chapbook, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sky Is A Well And Other Shorts&lt;/span&gt;. It was beautifully made, hand sewn, and it has an introduction Ron Carlson wrote. And it was a limited printing, so there aren't any more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hate to admit I do this. I'm not going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite book from childhood  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt; from cover to cover when I was 18. That was challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has always been something to do with art. I would pick someone who wasn't terribly famous, or at least, what I thought of as not being a household name. You know, I think I'm lying. I'm not sure I've ever done this. I have a memory of putting on Charles Ives and placing a Chinese art book on the table once to impress somebody, but I'm not sure that really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, nobody is really impressed by my coffee table. It's got permanent marker scribbles on it. It's an art table, dinner table, and homework table, but not really a prop for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sun&lt;/span&gt; count? I don't subscribe to any, honestly. We're on a budget right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I read this again recently because of the time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.pindeldyboz.com/eebing.htm"&gt;Bing Crosby Dreaming at The Lamp Post Inn&lt;/a&gt;" by Elizabeth Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Joe Young's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easter Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, I have to order that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campus Novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because I'm trying to write a paper about Mary McCarthy, and I'm back at school, how about the campus novel? I haven't read most of these books – can I still recommend books I haven't read? Most of these are books I want to read someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The Groves of Academe&lt;/span&gt; by Mary McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Pnin&lt;/span&gt; by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The Secret History&lt;/span&gt; by Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Lucky Jim&lt;/span&gt; by Kingsley Amis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The Professor's House&lt;/span&gt; by Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eating People Is Wrong&lt;/span&gt; by Malcolm Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Japanese by Spring&lt;/span&gt; by Ishmael Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-4351073300243181917?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/4351073300243181917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/claudia-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4351073300243181917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4351073300243181917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/claudia-smith.html' title='Claudia Smith'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-6181962701162604321</id><published>2009-12-10T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:21:40.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J. A. Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J. A. Tyler is the author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thescrambler.com/books-tyler.html"&gt;INCONCEIVABLE WILSON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (scrambler books, 2009), SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE (ghost road press, 2010), IN LOVE WITH A GHOST (willows wept press, 2010), A MAN OF GLASS AND ALL THE WAYS WE HAVE FAILED (fugue state press, 2011), &amp;amp; THE ZOO, A GOING (dzanc books, 2013). His work has appeared recently with Diagram, Sleepingfish, Caketrain, Hotel St. George, elimae, &amp;amp; Action, Yes, among others, and he is also founding editor of mud luscious / ml press. Visit: &lt;a href="http://www.aboutjatyler.com/"&gt;www.aboutjatyler.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Take Yourself Apart, How to Make Yourself Anew&lt;/span&gt; by Aaron Burch (forthcoming from PANK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hush Up and Listen Stinky Poo Butt&lt;/span&gt; by Ken Sparling (reissue forthcoming from Artistically Declined Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easter Rabbit&lt;/span&gt; by Joseph Young (Publishing Genius Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Candyland It’s Cool to Feed on Your Friends&lt;/span&gt; by James Chapman (Fugue State Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve read all the classics I was meaning to, and though it is perhaps not a ‘classic,’ I have been meaning to get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tunnel&lt;/span&gt; by William Gass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both Peter Markus’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good, Brother&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Singing Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scary, No Scary&lt;/span&gt; by Zachary Schomburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/span&gt; by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You&lt;/span&gt; by Frank Stanford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect literary gift for a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/span&gt; by Blake Butler (love as decay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Failure Six&lt;/span&gt; by Shane Jones (love as unfinished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Everybody&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Kimball (love as suicide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poetry&lt;/span&gt; volume whatever (it didn’t do shit to impress anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caketrain&lt;/span&gt; (their lit is always ripe always good always beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Call’s “&lt;a href="http://www.everyday-genius.com/2009/12/ryan-call.html"&gt;How to Use This Guide&lt;/a&gt;” at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday Genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Chapman’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rat Veda&lt;/span&gt; (Fugue State Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane Jones’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cake Appeared&lt;/span&gt; (Scrambler Books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Markus’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Make Mud&lt;/span&gt; (Dzanc Books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Kesey’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pacazo&lt;/span&gt; (Dzanc Books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books I Have Told My Wife to Read Because I Think She Might Like Them but She Hasn’t Yet and Probably Won’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob, or Man on Boat&lt;/span&gt; by Peter Markus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Everybody&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Kimball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light Boxes&lt;/span&gt; by Shane Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here They Come&lt;/span&gt; by Yannick Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing in the World&lt;/span&gt; by Roy Kesey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Long Rowing Unto Morning&lt;/span&gt; by Norman Lock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/span&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-6181962701162604321?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/6181962701162604321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-tyler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6181962701162604321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6181962701162604321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-tyler.html' title='J. A. Tyler'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8348742092630604124</id><published>2009-12-05T11:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:28:48.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy Gager</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Timothy Gager is the author of eight books of short fiction and poetry. His latest (November 2009) &lt;a href="http://www.heatcityreview.com/timothygagerbooks.html"&gt;Treating a Sick Animal: Flash and Micro Fictions&lt;/a&gt; (Cervena Barva Press) features over forty stories, many previously published in various literary magazines. He hosts the Dire Literary Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts every month and is the co-founder of Somerville News Writers Festival. Timothy is the current Fiction Editor of The Wilderness House Literary Review, the founding co-editor of The Heat City Literary Review and has edited the book, Out of the Blue Writers Unite: A Book of Poetry and Prose from the Out of the Blue Art Gallery. A graduate of the University of Delaware, Timothy lives in Dedham, Massachusetts and is employed as a social worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reading Steve Almond’s &lt;em&gt;This Won’t Take But a Minute, Honey&lt;/em&gt; which is actually two books, one front to back of flash fiction and the other a guide to writing. It has no ISBN number which I find fascinating, that someone as widely published as Steve is self-publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read so many of the classics, I’d probably re-read Hemingway. I own his complete short story collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few broadsides that I cherish. I have two limited edition Bukowski holiday poems that Black Sparrow used to put out and a signed chapter bound with a few staples of &lt;em&gt;Billy Ray’s Farm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always return books. I’d like some of the ones I’ve loaned back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hosted the Somerville News Writers Festival and I got to hear Rick Moody, Margot Livesey, Steve Almond, Frank Bidart, Lise Haines, Susan Tepper, Elizabeth Searle, Doug Holder, Sam Cornish, Tino Villanueva, Tam Neville and Richard Hoffman all read. It was like an All-Star Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d keep it local if that’s all I could support, so, &lt;em&gt;Ploughshares&lt;/em&gt;. Why would I only be allowed to subscribe to one? That’s some cruel and unusual Nazi-journal banning. What kind of game is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last issue of &lt;a href="http://www.nighttrainmagazine.com/contents.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night Train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was fantastic—that’s always a must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s out already but I haven’t bought it yet… &lt;em&gt;The Best American Sports Writing 2010&lt;/em&gt;. I love that series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All-Time Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Catch-22&lt;/em&gt; by Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Goodbye, Columbus&lt;/em&gt; by Philip Roth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The World According to Garp&lt;/em&gt; by John Irving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Ball Four&lt;/em&gt; by Jim Bouton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Big Bad Love&lt;/em&gt; by Larry Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Stupidest Angel&lt;/em&gt; by Christopher Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Small Town Punk&lt;/em&gt; by John Sheppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Leaving Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt; by John O’Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;For Whom the Bell Tolls&lt;/em&gt; by Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt; by Hunter S. Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Jesus’ Son&lt;/em&gt; by Denis Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Ask the Dust&lt;/em&gt; by John Fante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner&lt;/em&gt; by Alan Sillitoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Apt Pupil: A Novella in Different Seasons&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8348742092630604124?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8348742092630604124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/timothy-gager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8348742092630604124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8348742092630604124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/timothy-gager.html' title='Timothy Gager'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-950353618876357510</id><published>2009-12-01T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:01:06.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Wensink</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Patrick Wensink is the author of the story collection, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Dungeon-Sale-Patrick-Wensink/dp/1933929863"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex Dungeon for Sale!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; He is currently working on his first novel. He lives in Louisville, KY. No, not in a sex dungeon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A coloring contest is currently being held to celebrate the release of his new book. The contest will run until December 14th and the winning artist will receive an autographed stack of Patrick's favorite books from 2009. More information can be found at his &lt;a href="http://www.patrickwensink.com/randomness/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hundred Brothers&lt;/em&gt; by Donald Antrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting into this one. The impossible feat of one hundred men having the same parents is less important than their shared paranoia and quirks. At least I think so. I'm only about 50 pages in. Oddly, Antrim doesn't divide his story into chapters or acts, so it's basically a single 200 page chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Tin Drum&lt;/em&gt; by Günter Grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been staring me down from the bookcase for at least three years now. It's not so long that it is intimidating. And the subject matter sounds really enjoyable. But for some reason I keep chickening out and moving on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tales Designed to Thrizzle&lt;/em&gt; by Michael Kupperman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge comics or graphic novel reader. But this collection of comics was by far the funniest thing I've read in several years. Each one is a short burst of absurdity. The first comic is a fake advertisement featuring Mickey Rourke selling pubic hair stencils. It was so funny I closed the book, tracked Kupperman down online and sent him an email to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Third Policeman&lt;/em&gt; by Flann O'Brien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it moves from 1930s Ireland to an alternate reality full of one-legged men, cops obsessed with bicycles, a theory that the universe is sausage-shaped and a secret underground layer called "Eternity" where time stands still. It’s actually much weirder than it sounds, but is still fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the nonfiction category I have to mention &lt;em&gt;The Walrus Was Paul&lt;/em&gt; by R. Gary Patterson. I was obsessed with this book during college. It's a very detailed account of how Paul McCartney was accidentally decapitated in the 60s and a lookalike named Billy Shears took over for him. There are websites that break all the songs and visual clues down now, but I read this book right before the internet really exploded, so I had to spin my Beatles records backwards and stare at the album covers in the mirror for clues. I have never been that fascinated with a single topic since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Triumph of the Underdog&lt;/em&gt; by Charles Mingus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in Portland, OR and my buddy loaned this to me, knowing I really love Mingus's music. It sat around for years and I never touched it. It's a shame, because Mingus had a crazy life and was supposedly a good writer. I actually gave it back to him before I moved to Louisville, KY. So, I guess I lied about the never returned part of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the Sidewalk Ends&lt;/em&gt; by Shel Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't name you a single story or poem from this book now, but I remember it was a hot item in grade school. I would eagerly wait for the book to be back on the shelves so I could check it out again. My mom was the librarian, so I probably got to hang on to the book a little longer than the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: Shel Silverstein was also a highly respected songwriter in Nashville. He penned "A Boy Named Sue" for Johnny Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BizarroCon in Portland, OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My publisher, Eraserhead Press, prides itself on its bizarre catalog. They also pride themselves on readings that are an extension of this. Eraserhead put on BizarroCon and the readings were part literary event, part performance art. Some of the highlights included one story being reenacted by sock puppets, one featuring a William Shatner impersonator and one guy throwing raw meat at the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movie Stars in Bathtubs&lt;/em&gt; (see Recommended Reading List)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MonkeyBicycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm partial to this journal because they took a chance on me and published my story "Sex Dungeon for Sale." But I can consistently go there and find something funny, which is pretty rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Don DeLillo's new book. He is one of those authors who make you feel like you suck as a writer after reading their work. I mean that as a compliment, because it’s always good to have a boot in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Table Books That Will Get a Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I have a rotating crop of coffee table books. We don't leave them out to make ourselves look smarter, but they are instant conversation pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Movie Stars in Bathtubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very G-rated book, probably made in the 60s. It features a ton of still shots from black and white movies where people are in the tub. I have no clue why something like this was published, but it never fails to get cracked open when guests are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;How to Form a Rock Band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also made in the 60s. My mom's library was throwing it out about 15 years ago and I've held onto it tightly since then. It shows budding musicians how to buy their gear at the mall and wear matching suits, because that's what talent agents like to see. It's hilarious and about the most un-rock 'n' roll thing I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Cleveland, the Disco King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book I rescued from my mom's library. This is an illustrated children's book from the 70s, featuring a little boy trying to impress the prettiest girl in school with his disco dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Scoundrels &amp;amp; Scalawags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Reader's Digest book I picked up at a yard sale. It's as thick as the Bible, but features stories about the world's most famous grifters and con artists. My favorites are Charles Ponzi, inventor of the Ponzi Scheme and "The Man Who Sold the Eiffel Tower.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;BOOBYTRAPS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was published by the army in the 40s and 50s (I think) and given to soldiers to teach them how to kill people more efficiently. Some highlights include diagrams for rigging a whistle, a tea kettle, a briefcase, a television, an ink pen or a Barcalounger to blow up when used. I bought this when my friend dragged me along to one of those gun shows at a convention center. I was surrounded by sub-machine guns, bazookas and gun nuts, but I was drawn to the book counter. Other books I should have bought but didn't: &lt;em&gt;How to Make Your Own Fireworks&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;How to Make Your Own Munitions&lt;/em&gt;. Any of these are certain to get you a few odd looks during your next party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-950353618876357510?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/950353618876357510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/patrick-wensink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/950353618876357510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/950353618876357510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/12/patrick-wensink.html' title='Patrick Wensink'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-4050422599499638049</id><published>2009-11-21T09:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:52:10.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel Bosworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mel Bosworth is the author of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foldedword.com/buy/bosworth.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the Cats Razzed the Chickens &amp;amp; Other Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Folded Word Press, 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamby Bolongo Mean River&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Lopez. Me see him read in September. Him read good. Me buy book, shake hand. Words like nerf bullets fired from boom stick. Words fast, hit hard, but always nerf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt; by Uncle Melville. I’ve been meaning to read it for years but I have this fear it’s going to bore me to death. But once I sit down and dig in I’m sure I’ll be pleasantly surprised. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Conrad’s &lt;em&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/em&gt; in a single sitting, but that’s a short one. I’m not the fastest reader in the east, so even if I’m &lt;em&gt;tearing&lt;/em&gt; through a book it takes me at least 2-3 days. I like to make friends with the books I read. Take them places. Take naps with them. Age with them. Then when I’m finished it’s kind of sad, like saying goodbye. When I run into them years later I’ll say, “My friend!” (I honestly do this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Hm. Strangest. The strangest &lt;em&gt;movie&lt;/em&gt; I’ve seen is Dee Snider’s &lt;em&gt;Strangeland&lt;/em&gt;. Or maybe I’m just thinking that because of the word “strange.” Or maybe that was the &lt;em&gt;funniest&lt;/em&gt; movie I’ve seen. No, that would be &lt;em&gt;Leaving Las Vegas&lt;/em&gt;. Watching Nicholas Cage fill a shopping cart with booze gets me every time. But we’re supposed to be talking about books, right? Books. The strangest &lt;em&gt;book&lt;/em&gt; I’ve ever read would have to be… &lt;em&gt;Magick Without Tears&lt;/em&gt; by Aleister Crowley. Read it from cover to cover. Not sure why. I don’t think I’ve been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that guy. Although I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; hang onto a copy of &lt;em&gt;Lolita&lt;/em&gt; for a couple of years. I recently gave it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirdest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I once had this dream where I was making breakfast for Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson. Walt was all grumpy. He may have been hung over. Emily was at the window, talking to a squirrel. I was at the stove pushing around bacon and eggs in a big frying pan. The bacon popped and hot oil landed on my forearm. I screamed and then Walt screamed and then Emily screamed. I turned to see Walt with the squirrel in his mouth. Emily was kneeling on the tile, scribbling furiously on a napkin. Walt pulled a big knife from his boot. He scratched words into the tabletop as he chewed the squirrel. I wrapped my arm in a towel and then served breakfast. Walt didn’t eat because he wasn’t hungry. This pissed me off and I scolded him but he didn’t care. Emily ate a little bit of egg, but she was more interested in having me read aloud what she’d written. So I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whitman is an asshole. He ate my friend, the squirrel. Bad beard, crazy man. Breakfasts, fools, longing for a solitary now lunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt got all agro for a second and made like he was going to hit her. When she flinched he laughed and then asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I told him to get his coat. When he left the room I apologized to Emily for his horrible table manners. She just shrugged. Then I noticed what Walt had carved into the table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wally loves Emily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dickinson morphed into a rose bush. Walt returned with his coat. When he saw the rose bush he cried and cried and then leapt out the window. I lifted a forkful of delicious looking egg to my mouth and then woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funniest book title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt;. I credit Tolstoy for inadvertently inventing the name game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naked Pictures of My Ex-Girlfriends&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Helfrich. Well, to be honest, I didn’t buy the book nor was it my coffee table on which it was planted. But I did campaign pretty hard for the purchase and placement. It was enjoyed by men who reeked of hot sauce and chicken wings. A few women may have enjoyed it as well. I don’t know that it truly impressed anyone, but the book had some fans, that’s for sure. I miss that book. I wonder where it is now. I hope it’s safe. I should find its phone number, give it a call, late at night, whisper, weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annalemma&lt;/em&gt;. Because it comes from a planet far superior to ours. It has to. No other explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a href="http://elimae.com/2009/11/Attendance.html"&gt;Attendance&lt;/a&gt;” by Eric Beeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light and Trials of Light&lt;/em&gt; by Cynthia Reeser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Books I Read Once, Enjoyed, But May Never Read Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/em&gt; by Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Aeneid&lt;/em&gt; by Virgil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Last Exit to Brooklyn&lt;/em&gt; by Hubert Selby, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hunger&lt;/em&gt; by Knut Hamsun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Jungle&lt;/em&gt; by Upton Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Tao of Pooh&lt;/em&gt; by Benjamin Hoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Wanting Seed&lt;/em&gt; by Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Their Eyes Were Watching God&lt;/em&gt; by Zora Neale Hurston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Reality Is What You Can Get Away With&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Anton Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Listen, Little Man!&lt;/em&gt; by Wilhelm Reich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-4050422599499638049?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/4050422599499638049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/11/mel-bosworth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4050422599499638049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/4050422599499638049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/11/mel-bosworth.html' title='Mel Bosworth'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8731844271346009545</id><published>2009-11-14T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:12:49.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Gaudry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Molly Gaudry is the author of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aboutjatyler.com/index_files/Page707.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Take Me Apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Mud Luscious, 2009) and she is the fiction reviewer for East&amp;amp;West Magazine, which is based out of Hanoi, Vietnam. Send her an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:molly.gaudry@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;; if she's not avoiding you, she'll respond – maybe even with a funny photograph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Esther Williams's autobiography, &lt;em&gt;The Million Dollar Mermaid&lt;/em&gt;, and I'm really looking forward to having some time to begin a long project about her contribution to synchronized swimming. The idea of synchronicity is interesting. Very Benjaminian (as was first proposed by Synthia Sydnor). And old-timey Hollywood in its heyday is hopefully a great backdrop. I'm trying to watch all her movies in the weeks and months to come, and the ones I've seen lately have been viewed while simultaneously reading Saramago's &lt;em&gt;Baltasar and Blimunda&lt;/em&gt;, Curtis Smith's &lt;em&gt;The Species Crown&lt;/em&gt; (Press 53, 2007), and M. Thomas Gammarino's &lt;em&gt;Big in Japan: A Ghost Story&lt;/em&gt; (Chin Music Press, Inc., 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleak House&lt;/em&gt;. Or maybe &lt;em&gt;Lolita&lt;/em&gt;. These two come highly recommended by my favorite former fiction professor, &lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v6n1/fiction/griffith_m/possum.htm"&gt;Michael Griffith&lt;/a&gt;. If you haven't read Michael before, learn his name now and buy his novel &lt;em&gt;Trophy&lt;/em&gt; as soon as it comes out. One chapter, that I had the pleasure of hearing him read, is titled "A Perfectly Respectable O'clock for Your Turkey." Anyway, I'm supposed to be leading a discussion on &lt;em&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/em&gt; over at Big Other. I might go revise this to &lt;em&gt;Bleak House&lt;/em&gt;. Or maybe &lt;em&gt;Lolita&lt;/em&gt;. The reading is to begin on the first day of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book to bring you to tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;/em&gt;, circa eleventh grade. Singer, man. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shel Silverstein's poems. I read all of them, all the time. I want them now on huge white canvases, with his illustrations of course. I would hang them all over my house, if I had a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/em&gt;. I've written too many papers on both, which means I've got multiple sets of notes in each. I also have two (or three?) copies of each, but I only write in the already-messy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long-lost friend Drew might kill me for this first-time-ever confession. When I left college a year-and-a-half in, I stole his tattered, coffee-stained copy of &lt;em&gt;Tales of Beatnik Glory&lt;/em&gt;. I still have it. Sorry, Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boring Postcards&lt;/em&gt;, and, my god, are they boring. I can't recall actually trying to impress someone specifically, but this was on my coffee table for a long time, all by itself. I'm unsure now what this indicates about me. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninth Letter&lt;/em&gt;, because that's where I discovered Blake Butler, who opened me up to all of this. I'll forever be grateful. Plus, it's just so darned good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brownmfa.tumblr.com/"&gt;Official Brown MFA Blog #1&lt;/a&gt;, which I just discovered yesterday because it was linked from Brandi Wells's blog, and, as always, Christopher Higgs's &lt;a href="http://brightstupidconfetti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bright Stupid Confetti&lt;/a&gt;, which I love and look forward to like a crazy woman in a bathrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. Am I allowed to say that? I mean, it's true. Like, I will have copies of my first-ever book in less than one month. Twenty-two days from now, I will be standing in Cambridge, MA and reading from it--it will be in my hands--and the next day I will be reading from it in Providence, RI, and maybe Brian Evenson will be there. Brown is my dream school. I do not currently have an MFA. I'm ready to be in a writing program again. I'd like to finish some of these projects that I haven't been able to devote time to because I teach full-time and all I do is grade and read and prep and grade and prep and grade. So it's like, one month, huh? Seriously? It's terrifying. And unbelievable. And I'm really, really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am also looking forward to Kate Bernheimer's &lt;em&gt;The Complete Tales of Lucy Gold&lt;/em&gt;; Michael Griffith's &lt;em&gt;Trophy&lt;/em&gt;; Brock Clarke's &lt;em&gt;Exley&lt;/em&gt;; and Kevin Wilson's novel, which, if I'm not mistaken, was only recently submitted to his publisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books I Refuse to Leave Behind Any Time I Move to a New City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Midnight's Children&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Ground Beneath Her Feet&lt;/em&gt; by Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Blindness&lt;/em&gt; by José Saramago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Baron in the Trees&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Cosmicomics&lt;/em&gt; by Italo Calvino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Cluny Brown&lt;/em&gt; by Margery Sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Complete Tales of Ketzia Gold&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Complete Tales of Merry Gold&lt;/em&gt; by Kate Bernheimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;My Happy Life&lt;/em&gt; by Lydia Millet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hopscotch&lt;/em&gt; by Julio Cortázar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Shell Collector&lt;/em&gt; by Anthony Doerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Anchor Book of New American Short Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tunneling to the Center of the Earth&lt;/em&gt; by Kevin Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/em&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Light Boxes&lt;/em&gt; by Shane Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Persistence of Objects&lt;/em&gt; by Richard Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Encouragement for a Man Falling to His Death&lt;/em&gt; by Christopher Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Nip the Buds, Shoot the Kids&lt;/em&gt; by Kenzaburo Oe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Autobiography of Red&lt;/em&gt; by Anne Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8731844271346009545?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8731844271346009545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/11/molly-gaudry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8731844271346009545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8731844271346009545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/11/molly-gaudry.html' title='Molly Gaudry'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-5707331620517979551</id><published>2009-10-31T10:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:56:24.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Simmons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew Simmons lives in Seattle with his cat, Emmett. He is a blogger (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/themanwhocouldntblog.blogspot.com"&gt;themanwhocouldntblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://htmlgiant.com/"&gt;htmlgiant.com&lt;/a&gt;) and the author of &lt;a href="http://www.publishinggenius.com/2007/09/jello-horse-by-matthew-simmons.html"&gt;A Jello Horse&lt;/a&gt; (Publishing Genius Press).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I started this a couple of months ago and put it aside. I have decided to see how things have changed for me. Not a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Those Whom God has Blessed with Fingers&lt;/span&gt; by Ken Sparling, which is amazingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Failure Six&lt;/span&gt; by Shane Jones appeared in my mailbox last night. I've started it and am enjoying it. I've also been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jerusalem Syndrome&lt;/span&gt; by Marc Maron, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Jokes &lt;/span&gt;by Momus, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Machine&lt;/span&gt; by Victor LaValle. I have a roving eye when it comes to reading. It is often my undoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ask&lt;/span&gt; by Sam Lipsyte. Holy Smokes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ask&lt;/span&gt;. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Idiot&lt;/span&gt; by Dostoevsky and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/span&gt; by David Foster Wallace. I hope to get them both read this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't. Answer remains the same, though. Add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Third Policeman&lt;/span&gt; to it. I have that one on my night table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last book to bring you to tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Everybody&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Kimball. Blake mentioned one of his other books in his recommended reading list, and I have that one, and now I'm afraid that Michael will make me cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ablutions&lt;/span&gt; was a contender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funniest book or story title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest book I've ever read is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lecturer's Tale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;James Hynes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which is both a satire of academia and a gothic horror novel in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, wait. Did you mean the funniest title for a book? I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eeeee Eee Eeee&lt;/span&gt; wins that one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricky's Anus&lt;/span&gt; is pretty good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best american short stories, pen/o. henry prizes, or the pushcart prize anthology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best American Short Stories from 1990. Denis Johnson's "Car-Crash While Hitchhiking." Millhauser's "Eisenheim the Illusionist." Lorrie Moore's "You're Ugly, Too" "Typical" by the amazing Padgett Powell. "The Reverse Bug" by Lore Segal. Joy Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same one. The one from 1990 is a hell of an anthology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss up between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Tyrant&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOON&lt;/span&gt; right now. But I also am obscenely loyal to my friends at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hobart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now just loyal to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hobart&lt;/span&gt;. I set up a swear jar in an effort to not be so obscene. And it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fake Steve Buscemi and Christopher Walken twitter feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Martone's &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/4foraQuarter"&gt;4foraQuarter&lt;/a&gt; twitter feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Gray's upcoming FC2 book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Museum of the Weird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extra Lives: Why Video Games Matter&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Bissell. Kevin Sampsell's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Common Pornography&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything here is the best thing ever&lt;/span&gt; by Justin Taylor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality Hunger&lt;/span&gt; by David Shields. Aaron Burch just won that Pank contest. Molly Gaudry's novella. Blake Butler's next two books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to see my friend Amy Minton finish the edits on her book of short stories so it can get out there and find a publisher. She's good, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Smokes 2009 Has Had Some Good Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ablutions&lt;/span&gt; by Patrick deWitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AM/PM&lt;/span&gt; by Amelia Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever Chart&lt;/span&gt; by Bill Cotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronic City&lt;/span&gt; by Jonathan Lethem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's Hazard&lt;/span&gt; by Nicholas Mosley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything Matters!&lt;/span&gt; by Ron Currie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/span&gt; by Blake Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Days&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fugue State&lt;/span&gt; by Brian Evenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Man&lt;/span&gt; by Dennis Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Winding Stair&lt;/span&gt; by Joanna Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big World&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MLKNG SCKLS&lt;/span&gt; by Justin Sirois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes We're Always Real Same-Same&lt;/span&gt; by Mattox Roesch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That Summertime Sound&lt;/span&gt; by Matthew Specktor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forecast&lt;/span&gt; by Shya Scanlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misconception&lt;/span&gt; by Ryan Boudinot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm forgetting a few. Mike Young's chapbook, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MC Oroville's Answering Machine&lt;/span&gt;. Brandon Gorrell's Muu Muu House book. Tao's new book. Too many, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-5707331620517979551?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/5707331620517979551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/10/matthew-simmons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5707331620517979551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5707331620517979551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/10/matthew-simmons.html' title='Matthew Simmons'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1269556263623619114</id><published>2009-10-26T09:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:55:02.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Sampsell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin Sampsell has run Future Tense Books, a micropress in Portland, Oregon since 1990 (latest release: Put Your Head In My Lap by Claudia Smith). He has worked at Powell's City of Books, the largest bookstore in the country, since 1997. He has written book reviews and essays for Associated Press. His short fiction has appeared widely and is collected in the books, &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780972820080-0?search_avail=1"&gt;Beautiful Blemish&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780981502731-0?search_avail=1"&gt;Creamy Bullets&lt;/a&gt;. His memoir, &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=9780061766107"&gt;A Common Pornography&lt;/a&gt;, is due out in January 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually juggle two or three books at a time. Right now, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Impostor's Daughter&lt;/span&gt;, a graphic memoir by Laurie Sandell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scary, No Scary&lt;/span&gt;, a poetry collection by Zachary Schomburg, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More of This World or Maybe Another&lt;/span&gt;, a debut story collection by Barb Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a forgotten classic maybe, but I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tobacco Road&lt;/span&gt; by Erskine Caldwell in my to-read stack. I read a bunch of stories by him a few years ago and have always meant to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book ever is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stories in the Worst Way&lt;/span&gt; by Gary Lutz and I have a signed hardcover of the Knopf edition, which I think is hard to come by. I'm lucky to count Gary as a friend as well as an author I've published on my press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, if you mean "borrowed" as in stolen, I borrowed a copy of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1990 Poet's Market&lt;/span&gt; from a Spokane bookstore because it was expensive and I was a young starving poet wannabe looking to get published. I highlighted about forty places to send my stuff to (back in the days when you ONLY mailed submissions). I think I did okay with it. Landed some poems in about ten places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember having many books around at all when I was a kid. I don't remember my parents reading to me at all and, probably because of that, I definitely wasn't interested in reading when I was young. I do have an odd memory of joining some sci-fi book club where you order ten books for a dollar or something like that. I liked the cover art on those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dune&lt;/span&gt; books but never even opened them. Around the time I was in 8th grade, I do remember reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian's Song&lt;/span&gt; for some reason. I read it very quickly and it made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret crush on a writer or literary character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too secret--Miriam Toews knows I have a big crush on her, thanks to her novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Complicated Kindness&lt;/span&gt; (and its equally crush-worthy main character, Nomi Nickel). My real-life mega-crush is &lt;a href="http://backfencepdx.wordpress.com/the-back-fence-babes/"&gt;Frayn Masters&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to readings all the time. Part of my job is to host readings at the store. I just introduced Jonathan Lethem. The last non-Powell's reading I went to was at Wordstock, the big lit festival here. I saw Blake Nelson, who wowed a crowd of teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fun to have weird reference books around for people to look at. Back when I actually had a coffee table, I think I had this &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Encyclopedia-Serial-Killers-Michael-Newton/dp/0816039798"&gt;The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers&lt;/a&gt; on it. Maybe not to impress someone, but maybe to unsettle them. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOON&lt;/span&gt;, which only comes out once a year but is consistently daring and interesting. I also really enjoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keyhole&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McSweeney's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regularly read HTMLGIANT, which is a great literary/culture blog. As far as fiction goes, I really liked Brandi Wells's controversial &lt;a href="http://www.pankmagazine.com/?p=587"&gt;"Instructional&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.shelflifemagazine.com/happened.html"&gt;What Happened&lt;/a&gt;" by Elizabeth Ellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky that I get review copies of books at Powell's, so I'm always reading books that aren't even out yet. The other day I opened an unassuming package that had a copy of Sam Lipsyte's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ask&lt;/span&gt; in it and I audibly said, "Oh my God" in a shocked voice. I'm so excited to read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Memoirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was working on my memoir so much the past several months and I hadn't really read that many, I started reading more of them, just to see if I was doing it right and to see what worked and didn't work. These are my favorite ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things the Grandchildren Should Know&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Oliver Everett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop-Time&lt;/span&gt; by Frank Conroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock On&lt;/span&gt; by Dan Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy with Loaded Gun&lt;/span&gt; by Lewis Nordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Film Club&lt;/span&gt; by David Gilmour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are You There, God? It's Me. Kevin.&lt;/span&gt; by Kevin Keck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sky Isn't Visible From Here&lt;/span&gt; by Felicia Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another Bullshit Night in Suck City&lt;/span&gt; by Nick Flynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1269556263623619114?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1269556263623619114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/10/kevin-sampsell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1269556263623619114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1269556263623619114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/10/kevin-sampsell.html' title='Kevin Sampsell'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-231620132408208991</id><published>2009-10-10T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:12:03.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Joseph Young lives in Baltimore, MD. His book of microfictions, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publishinggenius.com/"&gt;Easter Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, is available now for preorder from Publishing Genius, with wide release December 15, 2009. His microfiction has appeared most recently in Keyhole, Caketrain, FRiGG, SmokeLong Quarterly, Grey Sparrow, Lamination Colony, and Wigleaf. E-mail him at youngjoseph21@hotmail.com and visit &lt;a href="http://www.easterrabbit.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.easterrabbit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AM/PM&lt;/i&gt; by Amelia Gray. It’s a book of interrelated microfictions (several interrelations going on at once) that’s just beautifully well done. Funny and earnest and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to get back to &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt;. I started reading it a few years ago and got sidetracked. Problem is, I’d have to start over, I think. Too many names there to just jump back in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of any book I’ve read in a single session, none that I can remember. I finished Cormac McCarthy’s &lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt; in a couple days, a few years ago. It was like living in a waking nightmare, one of the most compelling books I’ve ever read. There’s pretty much no plot, just the man and his son trying to get to the ocean, but it’s intensely gripping. I read &lt;i&gt;A Jello Horse&lt;/i&gt; by Matthew Simmons in a couple sittings not too long ago. A very moving book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Passage to India&lt;/i&gt; killed me. The last 30 pages or so are so incredible, nearly a religious experience. I actually gave it away, though, at a book exchange that was part of a friend’s art opening. But that it exists in another person’s collection makes me feel like I have it even more, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Is Not a Novel&lt;/i&gt; by David Markson. One of the most fascinating books I never finished. And never returned. I don’t think it requires finishing to be good. Or returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weirdest dream involving a book, writer, or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about Kurt Vonnegut once. We were somehow both involved in a flood, a little seaside town being overtaken by a tsunami. The whole town was covered in beautiful yellow sand. Not sure what Vonnegut had to do with the whole thing, but I know he put in an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;i&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt;. It was a challenge worth the effort. By the time I got to Dilsey’s section I thought I’d never read something so impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don’t have a coffee table. I might have strewn books on the floor to impress a girl or something but I don’t remember what the books might have been. “Look at my impressive mess” was probably more what I was after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subscribe to the Internet, does that count? So many good online journals. I feel too bad picking just one out, whether online or print. Is that a cop out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is hard too, just because there’s so much. But I’ll pick one of the very most recent things, Mark Leidner’s poem “&lt;a href="http://www.actionyes.org/issue9/leidner/leidner1.html"&gt;Lily Pad&lt;/a&gt;” at &lt;i&gt;ACTION YES&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably sound like nepotism, but I’m really looking forward to Adam Robinson’s book of poetry, &lt;i&gt;Adam Robison and Other Poems&lt;/i&gt;, coming out from Narrow House. These poems are just so effective, and affective. Funny, sincere, and heady all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judge a Book: Good Books with Good Art (On the Cover)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Big World&lt;/i&gt; by Mary Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Fences&lt;/i&gt; by Ben Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The Contemporary Art of the Novella series, various books by Melville House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Drunk Sonnets&lt;/i&gt; by Daniel Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;You Shall Know Our Velocity&lt;/i&gt; by Dave Eggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Less Shiny&lt;/i&gt; by Mary Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Poemland&lt;/i&gt; by Chelsey Minnis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;How Some People Like Their Eggs&lt;/i&gt; by Sean Lovelace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Complete Collection of people, places, &amp;amp; things&lt;/i&gt; by John Dermot Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;I.&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen Dixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-231620132408208991?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/231620132408208991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/10/joseph-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/231620132408208991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/231620132408208991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/10/joseph-young.html' title='Joseph Young'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-5121457365270586979</id><published>2009-09-29T08:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:11:11.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Horvath</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tim Horvath is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.sunnyoutside.com/releases/040/r.html"&gt;Circulation&lt;/a&gt;, released by Sunnyoutside Press in 2009, and stories out or forthcoming in Conjunctions, Fiction, Puerto del Sol, Sleepingfish, DIAGRAM, and elsewhere. His story "The Understory" was selected by Bill Henderson for the 2006 Raymond Carver Short Story Award, and he has received a Yaddo Fellowship. He teaches creative writing at Chester College of New England and Boston's Grub Street Writers, and will be an Associate Prose Editor for a new print journal of prose and photography, Camera Obscura, which opens for submissions in mid-October. His website is &lt;a href="http://www.timhorvath.com/"&gt;http://www.timhorvath.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reading Nicholson Baker’s &lt;em&gt;The Anthologist&lt;/em&gt; and Bolaño’s &lt;em&gt;2666&lt;/em&gt; and Oliver Sacks’s &lt;em&gt;Musicophilia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a guffawer by temperament and by no means would call myself a giggler, but &lt;em&gt;The Anthologist&lt;/em&gt; keeps making me snort with a slight undulation like I’m being tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt;. I really wish there was a theme park based on Russian novels and someone had lined up vacation plans for me there. That would force me to read it. It would be like a height requirement—you’d have to have read a certain number of pages. I could ride on the Dostoyevsky-coaster and the Turgenev carousel, but I’d be shit out of luck at the Tunnel of Tolstoy. I suppose there’s always a trip to St. Petersburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a terrible borrower of books. For someone who’s written a novella from the standpoint of a librarian, I have a pretty wretched track record when it comes to bringing things back. I think there’s something really profound about human nature that’s revealed in my propensity for taking things out and my not bringing them back. But I’m not sure what it is. It has something to do with dopamine. Taking away, the dopamine’s spurting out of my ears. Bringing back, it’s like a deficit. Why does my daughter like pulling stuff out but not cleaning it up? The objects weigh the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to answer your question, I have the Betwixt and Between issue of &lt;em&gt;Conjunctions&lt;/em&gt; borrowed from Donna. Sorry, Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all-time favorite novella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe Denis Johnson’s &lt;em&gt;Train Dreams&lt;/em&gt;. Or Tolstoy’s &lt;em&gt;The Kreutzer Sonata&lt;/em&gt;. Hey, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; read some Tolstoy.…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Nicholson Baker read from &lt;em&gt;The Anthologist&lt;/em&gt;. It was exciting in that I roadtripped it with my fiction class and we held workshop for a student story on the highway, successfully I might add. A surly toll-booth operator snarled “Take yer quarter!” and on the return trip she was waiting for us on the southbound side in a classic &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt; symmetry, this time cashing out. This context enhanced the reading somehow, the sort of marginalia Baker himself would’ve been attuned to, the drive intrinsic to the experience. Also, we sat right under hulking Baker, his voice dipping and thrumming like a singer of scat. Only afterward, seeing the text, did I realize how much shorter and more intimate his sentences have grown since &lt;em&gt;The Mezzanine&lt;/em&gt;. I kind of feel like I’ve grown up with Baker, since my dad handed me &lt;em&gt;The Mezz&lt;/em&gt; when it first came out, and I can remember identifying with it because I worked in one of those soulless offices down near Wall Street where there was naught to do but attend to every non-obvious detail of that alien landscape, how guys carried themselves while urinating and so forth, though hardly with Baker’s genius eye. Introducing myself to him after the reading, I made the mistake of saying, “Hey, I was down on Wall Street too, probably reading your book on my lunch hour.” So he signed my copy, “To a fellow Wall Streeter.” Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirdest dream involving a book or literary character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, straight out of el dream journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m about to meet Jonathan Franzen. He’s got this device that lets him know how nervous the person meeting him is, like those radar signs that tell you your speed. He knows I’m shitting the proverbial pants. But he’s ready for me and has suggestions. One is that I could become “orthodox.” I nod. Another is that I could become better versed in history, and feel more grounded. I have no clue what he means, but I am relaxing. The third is that I could research people who are locked out of their houses and talk to them about what they are doing while locked out, and could sell this to &lt;em&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/em&gt;. Now I’m holding up the line, and there’s a woman behind me. She tells me she likes my sneakers, and I look down and see that they’re subpar, really not fit to wear out, and then I realize she’s just trying to get me to haul my ass along so she can get her face-time with Franzen. I start to take off my sneakers just to stall and at this point Franzen raises his voice and yells, “That wasn’t one of my suggestions. WERE MY SUGGESTIONS NOT GOOD ENOUGH?” My urge is to say, “You’re not my dad,” but then I’m not so sure. I turn around to see if the woman is my mom, but she’s gone. Pan out and the whole thing has been at Sea World and the jellyfish are petitioning for brains and Franzen’s like, “Was this happening all along?” That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee table? Planting a book on a coffee table is like painting a bison on your walls to dazzle someone. Today’s coffee table is the book-based social networking site, like Goodreads. My Goodreads shelf is pretty authentic, but if I had a sub-shelf that was Books That I Put Out There To Maybe Just A Little Bit Try To Impress Someone, I’d fess up that maybe I’m not really reading Tournier’s &lt;em&gt;The Ogre&lt;/em&gt; right now, even though it says I am. But I started it. Hence. Have I shown you my rendition of a bison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conjunctions&lt;/em&gt;, sans doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have to be Joshua Cohen’s “&lt;a href="http://www.harpandaltar.com/interior.php?t=s&amp;amp;i=5&amp;amp;p=33&amp;amp;e=60"&gt;North Vain, Bluff&lt;/a&gt;” at &lt;em&gt;Harp &amp;amp; Altar&lt;/em&gt;. It’s from a thing that I believe is finished—not sure when the whole thing’ll be released— called &lt;em&gt;Two Great Russian Novels&lt;/em&gt; (there we go, back to that theme), all of which is to marvel at. If you know Cohen’s amazing &lt;em&gt;Cadenza for the Schneidermann Violin Concerto&lt;/em&gt;, you already know him as an avalanche, but one of language and history and humor; here he is literal wintry action scenes in Alaska. Plus there’s a helicopter. I’m way more into it than, say, Michael Chabon’s Sitka Jewish homeland-relocation-noir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English translation of Macedonio Fernández’s &lt;em&gt;The Museum of Eterna’s Novel&lt;/em&gt;, slated for next year—a series of prologues to a book never written. He was Borges’s secret influence/foil/double/_____. He sounds as if he was less responsible than Borges, maybe, and thus got his work out into the world less and didn’t develop a career (Borges always considered himself a lucky imposter as went his own success; maybe he was thinking of Macedonio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peak Bagging the Mighty Montages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the word “montage” derives etymologically from “mounting,” I’d like to take it a step back further and think of mountains, that when a story feels more like a collage than a straightforward narrative, it gives you that sense of adrenaline and liberation and perspective you might get leaping from mountain to mountain. So, here are books that make a few, but not too many, concessions to linearity or to consecutiveness, that squeeze white valleys onto the page in order to disrupt the reading experience—but also to propel you forward, and thus make it more like memory, more like the way I, at least, experience daily life/thought/the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Divisadero&lt;/em&gt; by Michael Ondaatje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Philosophical Investigations&lt;/em&gt; by Ludwig Wittgenstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Barnum Museum&lt;/em&gt; by Steven Millhauser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Speedboat&lt;/em&gt; by Renata Adler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Atlas&lt;/em&gt; by William T. Vollmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Doctor of Silence&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Mating&lt;/em&gt; by Norman Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Bathroom&lt;/em&gt; by Jean-Philippe Toussaint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representative stories: Rick Moody’s “Demonology,” Heidi Julavits’s “Marry the One Who Gets There First,” David Means’s “Coitus,” Matt Bell’s “Ten Scenes from a Movie Called Mercy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-5121457365270586979?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/5121457365270586979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/tim-horvath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5121457365270586979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/5121457365270586979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/tim-horvath.html' title='Tim Horvath'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1907020645313293579</id><published>2009-09-17T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:01:19.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Dermot Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;John Dermot Woods is the author of the novel &lt;a href="http://www.johndermotwoods.com/book/"&gt;The Complete Collection of people, places &amp;amp; things&lt;/a&gt; and the forthcoming comic chapbook The Remains (Doublecross).  He writes stories and draws comics in Brooklyn, NY. His work has appeared in The Indiana Review, Hobart, 3rd Bed, Salt Hill, American Letters &amp;amp; Commentary, No Colony, Lamination Colony, and many other places. He edits the arts quarterly &lt;a href="http://www.actionyes.org/"&gt;Action,Yes&lt;/a&gt; and organizes the online reading series &lt;a href="http://www.apostrophecast.com/"&gt;Apostrophe Cast&lt;/a&gt;. He is a professor in the English Department at &lt;a href="http://www.ncc.edu/"&gt;Nassau Community College&lt;/a&gt; on Long Island.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acme Novelty Library #19&lt;/i&gt; by Chris Ware, &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt; by Melville, re-reading Seiichi Hayashi's &lt;i&gt;Red Colored Elegy&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Lucky Hans and Other Merz Fairy Tales&lt;/i&gt; by Kurt Schwitters (with my daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Schwitters book is pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nails&lt;/i&gt; by Lenny Dykstra (it's about his time on the Mets not as a stock trader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a novel, but I'd love to get into a &lt;i&gt;Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/i&gt; strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book cover design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot: &lt;i&gt;Jimmy Corrigan, the Smartest Kid on Earth&lt;/i&gt; by Chris Ware, &lt;i&gt;Nadja&lt;/i&gt; by Breton (the Grove English translation), those new Penguin editions done by comics artists are pretty amazing; Adrian Tomine's best work is on covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding volumes of theory, &lt;i&gt;Finnegan's Wake&lt;/i&gt; – doing it with a team and guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;American Letters &amp;amp; Commentary&lt;/i&gt; (but that could change each day – because there's a bunch I love – &lt;i&gt;Hobart&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Sleepingfish&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;No Colony&lt;/i&gt;, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.actionyes.org/issue10/yoder/yoder1.html"&gt;Summer of the Raccoon&lt;/a&gt;" by Rachel Yoder in the last &lt;i&gt;Action,Yes&lt;/i&gt; – just reread it and it's even better than I remember when I published it a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tsim Tsum&lt;/i&gt; by Sabrina Orah Mark (it might be available already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Literary Highlights of the New York Mets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;i&gt;The New York Trilogy&lt;/i&gt; by Paul Auster (Auster's dedication to the Mets is apparent in a lot of his work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;i&gt;The Curious Case of Sidd Finch&lt;/i&gt; by George Plimpton (April Fool's joke turned novel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;i&gt;Believeniks!&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Lethem and Christopher Sorrentino (this book is so esoteric, it took a name like Lethem's to get it published)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– &lt;i&gt;If at Firs&lt;/i&gt;t by Keith Hernandez (the most distinguished writer on the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Samuel Beckett's attendance at a Mets doubleheader in 1964 during his one trip to America (they won both games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– "How's that, Umpire?" by P.G. Wodehouse (actually a cricket story, but when he wrote this, Wodehouse had moved to Long Island and had become an avid Mets fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1907020645313293579?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1907020645313293579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-dermot-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1907020645313293579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1907020645313293579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-dermot-woods.html' title='John Dermot Woods'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8484657216463422539</id><published>2009-09-09T08:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:58:10.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefanie Freele</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Stefanie Freele's short story collection &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stefaniefreele.com/id25.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeding Strays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; was just released by Lost Horse Press&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;. She also has a new chapbook available through Bannock Street Books titled &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bannockstreetbooks.com/index.php?op=ourbooks"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOTEL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Recent and forthcoming work can be found in wonderful literary magazines like Glimmer Train, American Literary Review, Wigleaf, Night Train, Literary Mama, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, FRiGG, Dogzplot, and Hobart online. Stefanie has an MFA from the Northwest Institute of Literary Arts: Whidbey Writers Workshop. She is on the editorial staff of SmokeLong Quarterly and is also the Fiction Editor for the Los Angeles Review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;War and Peace&lt;/i&gt; – Will I read it? Maybe. Who knows. Perhaps when the world stands still and gives me a week or two off. And when it does, no, I won't do your laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Russell Edson's &lt;i&gt;The Song of Percival Peacock&lt;/i&gt; – which I'm not yet done with. It has made me laugh so many times I just can't believe it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any. But, whoever borrowed Scott Poole's &lt;i&gt;Hiding From Salesmen&lt;/i&gt; wouldja please give it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't one. I have a "favorites shelf.” The left hand side of the shelf is most likely the most treasured bunch because they are fabulous books by authors I either know well, have met or have sent an e-mail to two to: Ray Vukcevich's &lt;i&gt;Meet Me In the Moon Room&lt;/i&gt;, Barry Yourgrau's &lt;i&gt;Wearing Dad's Head&lt;/i&gt;, Randall Brown's &lt;i&gt;Mad to Live&lt;/i&gt;, Tania Hershman's &lt;i&gt;The White Road&lt;/i&gt;, several by David Wagoner, Bruce Holland Rogers, Susan Zwinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a bunch of authors I don't know personally, but would love to: Jonathan Lethem (Motherless Brooklyn), Donald Barthelme (Sixty Stories), Cormac McCarthy (The Road). I need a bigger shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;secret crush on a writer or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some secrets are not meant to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a coffee table nor do I want one.  People are usually impressed by how I dress. My mother describes my personal style as "Eccentric Camper." I've been known to wear flannel shirts, hiking boots and even the occasional bandana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hard and painful of a decision. I love lit mags and I want to subscribe to tons and tons and tons and tons and tons of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best? Oh, there is so much! Starting with &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wigleaf.com/09top50main.htm"&gt;Wigleaf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wigleaf.com/09top50main.htm"&gt;'s Top 50&lt;/a&gt; and on. There is some fabulous writing online these days. I can't keep up with all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cool Sounding Small Press Books That Haven’t Yet Come Out, But I Know the Authors’ Work And They Are Damn Good, So Therefore I Will Preorder And So Should You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;In an Uncharted Country&lt;/i&gt; by Cliff Garstang (Press 53)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Beasts and Violins&lt;/i&gt; by Caleb Barber (Red Hen Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Rattlesnakes and The Moon&lt;/i&gt; by Darlin Neal (Press 53)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Now Playing&lt;/i&gt; by Shellie Zacharia (Keyhole Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Book of Want&lt;/i&gt; by Daniel Olivas (University of Arizona Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Mansion of Happiness&lt;/i&gt;  by Robin Ekiss (University of Georgia Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8484657216463422539?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8484657216463422539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/stefanie-freele.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8484657216463422539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8484657216463422539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/stefanie-freele.html' title='Stefanie Freele'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8639935646596229281</id><published>2009-09-03T10:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:28:49.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laird Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Laird Hunt is a graduate of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics.  Currently on faculty at the University of Denver, he is the author, most recently, of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lairdhunt.net/books/ray-of-the-star/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ray of the Star&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Skating Rink&lt;/i&gt; by Roberto Bolaño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sherlock Holmes Was Wrong&lt;/i&gt; by Pierre Bayard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Leopard&lt;/i&gt; by Giuseppe di Lampedusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where Did You Sleep Last Night?&lt;/i&gt; by Danzy Senna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not entirely sure Don DeLillo’s &lt;i&gt;Underworld&lt;/i&gt; counts as a classic – perhaps a contemporary classic.  And it’s actually a book I’ve been reading for 5 years.  Every summer I say I’m going to finish it and every summer I read another 100 or 200 pp and put it back down.  So this is not necessarily a classic book that I’ve been meaning to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eunoia&lt;/i&gt; by Christian Bök&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison Smartt Bell’s &lt;i&gt;Waiting for the End of the World&lt;/i&gt;.  Borrowed a decade ago from an old writing friend Chris Baer and then we lost touch and I haven’t yet had the opportunity to give it back to him.  It still sits on my shelf.  Awaiting its rightful owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first edition, sans dust jacket, of &lt;i&gt;The Third Policeman&lt;/i&gt; by Flann O’Brien and &lt;i&gt;The Emigrants&lt;/i&gt; by W.G. Sebald – My first U.S. edition copy is signed and has, tucked into its pages, both sides of the brief correspondence we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to appear as one of the melancholic obsessives Sebald visits in &lt;i&gt;The Rings of Saturn&lt;/i&gt;.  I could sit gazing out of one window and he could sit opposite me gazing out of the other.  A tea kettle would be bubbling away in the background.  There would perhaps be the smell of something burning.  A draft coming in through a crack in the window.  A child could be sitting in a quiet corner drawing pictures of women with tornadoes in place of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to appear as one of the punctuation marks (maybe a semi-colon) in Gertrude Stein’s &lt;i&gt;The Making of Americans&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a character in the expendable chapters section of Julio Cortázar’s &lt;i&gt;Hopscotch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that strangeness is the sine qua non of goodness in books.  &lt;i&gt;Life: A User’s Manual&lt;/i&gt; by Perec is a deeply strange book.  So is &lt;i&gt;Berg&lt;/i&gt; by Ann Quin.  &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt; is extremely strange.  It doesn’t get any weirder than &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;.  Emily Dickinson’s selected poetry is really bizarre.  &lt;i&gt;Cane&lt;/i&gt; by Jean Toomer is strangeness squared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once planted a copy of a writer’s book on a coffee table to impress him/her when they came over.  My wife, noticing, raised her eyebrow, scooped it up and put it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brick Magazine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening pages of Robert Lopez’s second novel &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/store/lopez-kamby.html"&gt;Kamby Bolongo Mean River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Howard’s &lt;i&gt;On the Winding Stair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I Teach Every Year Because I Dig Them So Much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Gargantua&lt;/i&gt; by François Rabelais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- The Collected Works of Billy the Kid&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Ondaatje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Paris Spleen&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Baudelaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Autobiography of Red&lt;/i&gt; by Anne Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Persepolis&lt;/i&gt; (I) by Marjane Satrapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Cane&lt;/i&gt; by Jean Toomer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Rose Mellie Rose&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hotel Splendid&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;Forever Valley&lt;/i&gt; by Marie Redonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Hopscotch&lt;/i&gt; by Julio Cortázar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8639935646596229281?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8639935646596229281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/laird-hunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8639935646596229281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8639935646596229281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/09/laird-hunt.html' title='Laird Hunt'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8248071667703210659</id><published>2009-08-28T22:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:10:55.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen King</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Owen King is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-1582345856-2"&gt;We're All in This Together: A Novella and Stories&lt;/a&gt;, and co-editor (with John McNally) of &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-1582345856-2"&gt;Who Can Save Us Now?&lt;/a&gt;, an anthology of superhero fiction by literary writers. His fiction and non-fiction have appeared in publications such as the Bellingham Review, One Story, Paste Magazine, and Subtropics. He has been nominated for a National Magazine Award and his story, “Nothing is in Bad Taste,” was cited in the 2009 Pen/O. Henry Prize Stories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Unnamed&lt;/i&gt; by Joshua Ferris, and it’s brilliant. The premise is awesomely, wonderfully strange, and the prose is faultless, so crisp and so rich at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fathers and Sons&lt;/i&gt; by Turgenev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to bring you to tears&lt;/b&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely welled up a few times while reading &lt;i&gt;Little Dorrit&lt;/i&gt; this spring. The part where Little Dorrit tells Maggy the story of the tiny woman who keeps a secret shadow – a hopeless love – is the sort of moment that earns Dickens the opprobrium of hard ass academics, but it gets me in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite neglected book by a celebrated writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sense is that a lot of people find Ian McEwan’s &lt;i&gt;The Comfort of Strangers&lt;/i&gt; over-the-top. It’s a gory little yarn about a married couple on vacation in Venice who fall into the company of a pair of malevolent charmers. (Probably all you need to know is that Christopher Walken plays the male charmer in Paul Schrader’s film adaptation, and he brings all of his considerable powers of weirdness to bear on the part.) To me, the book has that combination of the profoundly eccentric and the totally awful that makes &lt;i&gt;Grimm's Fairy Tales&lt;/i&gt; so undeniable even now, however many years after they were written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book is the copy of an anthology I co-edited that I've been obsessively trying to get all the contributing writers to sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a fire, I would, of course, rush the family out before I worried about any of our possessions. Which is why I have drilled our three cats in an elaborate evacuation procedure for the book. (It’s pretty cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t recall having done this, but recently, I moved my Baseball Encyclopedia off the coffee table, where it had been living for three months, and I’m pretty sure that impressed my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a &lt;i&gt;One Story&lt;/i&gt; devotee. The combination of the back-pocket format and the consistent high quality of the work is tough to top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new novel by my old classmate Jessica Shattuck, &lt;i&gt;Perfect Life&lt;/i&gt;. Her first novel, &lt;i&gt;The Hazards of Good Breeding&lt;/i&gt;, was a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten Stories That Are Ready For Their Close-Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Bedroom&lt;/i&gt; (from Dubus’s “Killings”) and &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt; (from the Annie Proulx story) are great examples of why, in general, most short stories probably make more sense as subjects of film adaptation than most novels. I’m not sure that the reason for this is all that complex. Turning a novel into a film usually requires a screenwriter to do lots of paring down, whereas a short story adaptation usually asks for rounding out. Neither thing can be easy, but I feel like the former needs a ruthless attitude that’s especially rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are ten short stories that have a sort of wonderful “roominess” – full, terrific characterizations, and narratives extended enough to bear the weight of elaboration – that makes them ripe for the motion pictures! (Come to think of it, for the same reasons, all these stories could be enlarged into novels…) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Death Defier” by Tom Bissell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “The Man Who Knew Dylan” by William Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Flower Garden” by Shirley Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Aerogrammes” by Tania James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “The Specialist’s Hat” by Kelly Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Intervention” by Jill McCorkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Gators” by Mark Poirier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline” by George Saunders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Batting Against Castro” by Jim Shepard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Blue Yodel” by Scott Snyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8248071667703210659?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8248071667703210659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/owen-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8248071667703210659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8248071667703210659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/owen-king.html' title='Owen King'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-537602393070881036</id><published>2009-08-24T08:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:14:24.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlin Horrocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Caitlin Horrocks’ fiction has appeared in The PEN/O. Henry Prize Stories 2009, The Paris Review, Tin House, Prairie Schooner, Epoch and elsewhere. Her stories have been short-listed in Best American Short Stories and won awards from the Atlantic Monthly and the Bread Loaf and Sewanee Writers' Conferences. She lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and online at &lt;a href="http://caitlinhorrocks.com/index.htm"&gt;www.caitlinhorrocks.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staggered home from the Sewanee Writers’ Conference this summer with a suitcase full of wonderful fiction that I’m slowly making my way through. Currently in the stack: &lt;i&gt;Things That Pass for Love&lt;/i&gt; by Allison Amend, &lt;i&gt;The New Valley&lt;/i&gt; by Josh Weil, &lt;i&gt;Tunneling to the Center of the Earth&lt;/i&gt; by Kevin Wilson, &lt;i&gt;What Happened to Anna K.&lt;/i&gt; by Irina Reyn, &lt;i&gt;Red Weather&lt;/i&gt; by Pauls Toutonghi, and more. It’s a big stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tristram Shandy&lt;/i&gt; by Laurence Sterne. It’s one of those books I know enough &lt;i&gt;about&lt;/i&gt; to occasionally reference: “forerunner of post-modernism etc. etc. etc.” But it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to talk about books I haven’t actually read, so I’m hoping to get to it soon and replace the taste of fraud with the taste of delicious 18th century narrative innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really treasure the various half-remembered children’s books I’ve been able to hunt down online. I spent years ransacking my parents’ attic for &lt;i&gt;The Little Monster’s Bedtime Book&lt;/i&gt; by Mercer Mayer, because I remembered tiny creatures hidden in the illustrations saying, “We’re rock cooties. Count us!*” Then the internet made it possible to order an out of print copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hunted down Jack Prelutsky’s &lt;i&gt;Nightmares&lt;/i&gt;, which I’d listened to only once on a borrowed audiotape. My parents had given me permission to spend the night in a tent in our backyard, and listening to this tape outside, in the dark, gave me such nightmares I erased the book’s title from my memory. Turns out I was right to be terrified. Sample stanza: “He cracks their bones and snaps their backs/and squeezes out their lungs,/he chews their thumbs like candy snacks/and pulls apart their tongues.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a librarian: I &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; return my books. But I got into a ridiculous argument with a friend once over a copy of &lt;i&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/i&gt; by Ann Patchett. I was moving away and calling in the books I’d lent. Our phone plans made it cheaper to send text messages than call, so we traded a series of increasingly ridiculous texts. There are only so many polite, mature ways to write: “You have my book,” “No I don’t,” “You have my book,” “No I don’t.” By the end of it I was questioning the whole friendship; how had I once associated with a bald-faced liar who was now trying to steal a book that I loved? Then finally he typed, “oh! thought bel canto was CD. gave yr CDs back weeks ago. book right here will bring it.” Which made me feel like a moron incapable of speaking on a phone and resolving basic interpersonal conflicts via actual words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly&lt;i&gt; The Discoverie of Witchcraft&lt;/i&gt; by Reginald Scot, written in 1584. Sample chapter title: “Certeine popish and magicall cures, for them that are bewitched in their privities.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery O’Connor. No question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hayden’s Ferry Review&lt;/i&gt;. I used to be an editor there, so I’m completely biased, but it’s a great journal. There’s a consistently interesting &lt;a href="http://haydensferryreview.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Anderson’s wonderful short story “&lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v7n2/fiction/anderson_f/hey_bubba.htm"&gt;Hey Bubba&lt;/a&gt;” in &lt;i&gt;Blackbird&lt;/i&gt;. It’s heartbreaking. Go read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smörgåsbord Short Story Collections&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of story collections I enjoy while I’m in the midst of reading them, but then look back on later and find the stories have blurred together in my mind. I have an especial love for collections that offer up a lot of distinct pleasures, whether the author is consciously working with different subjects and styles, or just producing a selection of really kick-ass stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Hotel Eden&lt;/i&gt; by Ron Carlson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Equal Love&lt;/i&gt; by Peter Ho Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Here We Are in Paradise&lt;/i&gt; by Tony Earley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Interpreter of Maladies&lt;/i&gt; by Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Good Life&lt;/i&gt; by Erin McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Permanent Visitors&lt;/i&gt; by Kevin Moffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Train to Lo Wu&lt;/i&gt; by Jess Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Love Medicine&lt;/i&gt; by Louise Erdrich (I know, it’s a novel, and I know, everybody already knows it’s great. But it’s the book that taught me what a short story &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;, so I can’t let it go unmentioned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-537602393070881036?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/537602393070881036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/caitlin-horrocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/537602393070881036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/537602393070881036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/caitlin-horrocks.html' title='Caitlin Horrocks'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7630330012122624352</id><published>2009-08-17T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:16:13.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clifford Garstang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clifford Garstang’s short story collection, In an Uncharted Country, will be published in September 2009 by Press 53 and is now available for pre-order at &lt;a href="http://www.cliffordgarstang.com/"&gt;http://CliffordGarstang.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.press53.com/BioCliffordGarstang.html"&gt;www.Press53.com&lt;/a&gt;. His stories have appeared in Cream City Review, Wisconsin Review, Baltimore Review, and elsewhere. A former international lawyer specializing in Asia, he has an MA in English from Indiana University and an MFA from Queens University of Charlotte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The New Valley&lt;/i&gt; by Josh Weil, published earlier this year. It’s unique—a collection of three novellas set in Southwest Virginia—and disturbing, which is about all I can ask of fiction. Josh is a friend from the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and we’re doing a joint reading at the New Dominion Bookshop in Charlottesville, Virginia, in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I usually have both a fiction and a non-fiction book going at the same time, I’m also reading Jack Kornfield’s &lt;i&gt;After the Ecstasy, the Laundry&lt;/i&gt;. It’s about the Buddhist spiritual path and is a sequel to his &lt;i&gt;A Path With Heart&lt;/i&gt;, which I recently finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several, I’m sorry to say, but the one classic I wish I could say that I’ve read is &lt;i&gt;Remembrance of Things Past&lt;/i&gt;. Not sure when that’s going to happen, but it’s on my shelf, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to bring you to tears&lt;/b&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t happen very often, but I recently re-read Tim O’Brien’s &lt;i&gt;The Things They Carried&lt;/i&gt;, and that book is a killer. And it doesn’t help that I’ve heard O’Brien read from it and he gets emotional in the reading, so how can I not do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could write yourself into any book or story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been interested in reincarnation, so maybe that would be &lt;i&gt;The Sea of Fertility&lt;/i&gt;, the amazing tetralogy by Yukio Mishima, which follows a single “character” through successive lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best book-to-film adaptation&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see a lot of films, but when I see an adaptation I’m often disturbed by what’s been left out, although I know the best books are much bigger in scope than a typical film. So I think &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt; would be my choice here since it was based on a story rather than a novel, and I thought did an excellent job of capturing the whole work, even improving on the story in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite neglected book by a celebrated writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think my reading has had the depth to do justice to this question, but Ken Kesey’s &lt;i&gt;Sometimes a Great Notion&lt;/i&gt; is an amazing book, and I think most people only know &lt;i&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is maybe not quite what you mean, but for a while I had a couple of very nice books about Angkor Wat on my coffee table and wouldn’t have minded if someone had asked me about my trip there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best american short stories, pen/o. henry prizes, or the pushcart prize anthology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushcart. I like both of the other anthologies, too, but I use the Pushcart Prize volume each year to update my rankings of literary magazines (which I post on my &lt;a href="http://perpetualfolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-pushcart-prize-rankings.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; in early December), and for that purpose I like their somewhat more democratic approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Paley. But really, there are so many short story writers I admire and whose collected stories I either own or would like to own: Russell Banks, Richard Yates, William Trevor, Flannery O’Connor. It’s a very long list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ploughshares&lt;/i&gt;. And you didn’t ask for a reason, but I’d choose Ploughshares because it has more Pushcart Prize winners and Special Mentions than any other magazine this decade. By far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard very good things about Dan Chaon’s &lt;i&gt;Await Your Reply&lt;/i&gt;, which is coming out later this month, but I know that both John Casey and Tim O’Brien have new books that they’ve been working on for some time and I’m looking forward to seeing both of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese Novels in Translation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because I’ve spent so much time in Asia, I’m drawn to work set anywhere in the region, and Chinese literature offers a treasure of new settings and ideas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Soul Mountain&lt;/i&gt; by Gao Xingjian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Red Sorghum&lt;/i&gt; by Mo Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Republic of Wine&lt;/i&gt; by Mo Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;To Live&lt;/i&gt; by Yu Hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Chronicle of a Blood Merchant&lt;/i&gt; by Yu Hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Wolf Totem&lt;/i&gt; by Jiang Rong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Raise the Red Lantern&lt;/i&gt; by Su Tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Rice&lt;/i&gt; by Su Tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Farewell My Concubine&lt;/i&gt; by Lilian Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Half of Man is Woman&lt;/i&gt; by Zhang Xianliang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7630330012122624352?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7630330012122624352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/clifford-garstang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7630330012122624352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7630330012122624352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/clifford-garstang.html' title='Clifford Garstang'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-6229355003428437162</id><published>2009-08-13T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:36:34.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shya Scanlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Shya Scanlon’s fiction and poetry have appeared in Mississippi Review, Literary Review, New York Quarterly, and elsewhere. His novel &lt;a href="http://shyascanlon.com/forecast/"&gt;FORECAST&lt;/a&gt; is being serialized across 42 online journals and blogs. His prose poetry collection In This Alone Impulse will be published by Noemi Press in 2009. He received his MFA from Brown University in 2008, where he won the John Hawkes Prize in Fiction. Visit him online at &lt;a href="http://shyascanlon.com/"&gt;www.shyascanlon.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m juggling a number of different books. I can’t tell if this is because none of them have grabbed me entirely, or whether my mood has been fluctuating, or perhaps that my attention span is a victim of the amount of time I spend online. Likely it’s a combination of all these. At any rate, I’ve got bookmarks in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Driftless&lt;/i&gt; by David Rhodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home Land&lt;/i&gt; by Sam Lipsyte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninety-two in the Shade&lt;/i&gt; by Thomas McGuane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tumble Hom&lt;/i&gt;e by Amy Hempel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vermeer in Bosni&lt;/i&gt;a by Lawrence Weschler&lt;br /&gt;… and a variety of journals, including the new &lt;i&gt;Fence&lt;/i&gt;, the new &lt;i&gt;Puerto del Sol&lt;/i&gt;, and the first issue of &lt;i&gt;Dewclaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to answer that honestly would be a long list. I never really got a classical education, even in high school, and I didn’t study English in college, so I simply haven’t read all the books most of my peers consider essential. So let this thought experiment suffice for an answer: think of ten canonical classics. Chances are, I’ve probably read no more than one of them. Huh. Not much of an experiment, is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never finish a book in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ve done this a lot. And it’s been done to me a lot, too. Frankly, I don’t really keep good track of books, whose are whose, etc. It’s all part of a big book continuum, for me. I have books for a while, then I don’t. But because I’ve avoided your last two questions, I’ll get specific here and tell you the last book I think I’ve failed to return: &lt;i&gt;Mayordomo&lt;/i&gt; by Stanley Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I can determine what stage of childhood we’re talking about here. One of my all-time favorite picture books is &lt;i&gt;The Grey Lady and the Strawberry Snatcher&lt;/i&gt; by Molly Bang. Just beautiful and giddy. Makes me think of growing up in Maine. Running naked through the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;longest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I don’t know. I don’t really think about that. I’ll tell you the longest book I’ve ever started and stopped reading: &lt;i&gt;The Runaway Soul&lt;/i&gt; by Brodkey. I really wanted to be captivated by this book, and maybe that was the problem. The reading was so slow that every page I turned made me painfully aware of how many more there were to go. It was like being stuck in time. I don’t think I made it past 50. I’ll probably pick it up again when I’m old and crave that slowness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;secret crush on a writer or literary character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lorrie Moore’s women are sexy as hell. They’re all broken yet strong and brilliant and hilarious. I don’t really picture them in my mind, though—in fact, I rarely picture characters in my mind unless the author drives it home (and even then I try to forget about it if possible). I like characters to remain nebulous, shifting word-arrangements. Though this doesn’t mean I like characters to be abstract. In fact, I’ve been increasingly disinterested in “abstract” fiction these days. I like characters, I find. Characters that seem real.  I like plot, though it doesn’t have to be the driving force of the book. Action, then. I like things to “happen.” I want to write some Lorrie Moore fan fiction with long, elaborate sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, someday, my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t subscribe to literary journals. I prefer to browse and buy from the rack. But I think I might use this opportunity to plug &lt;i&gt;Monkeybicycle&lt;/i&gt;, which has kind of against all odds found a way to not only survive, but thrive, and which is dear to my heart for a variety of reasons. I look forward to each issue Steven Seighman creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this: I’ve recently been invited to join the online non-fiction site &lt;a href="http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Nervous Breakdown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and I’ve really been enjoying the memoir-type personal essays there. There’s a great variety of voices, experiences and perspectives, and it’s been kind of a nice reprieve from the dense, language-focused writing prevalent on many of the online journals I’m familiar with (and enjoy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, we’ve had a pretty good year so far, right? There are a number of books recently out that I haven’t read, so maybe I’ll list those instead. &lt;i&gt;Inherent Vice&lt;/i&gt;, of course. &lt;i&gt;How to Sell&lt;/i&gt; by Clancy Martin. &lt;i&gt;Lowboy&lt;/i&gt; by John Wray. Okay, I’ll say this: I want to read &lt;i&gt;Happy Rock&lt;/i&gt; by Matthew Simmons, when it comes out. It has yet to find a publisher, though, as far as I know, so I might have to wait a while. Any takers? Contact Matthew at &lt;a href="http://themanwhocouldntblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://themanwhocouldntblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adult Books to Read to Your Child&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My criteria: these books all use very simple language, and in most cases, very simple syntax, to create wildly imaginative fictions. I think in some cases a child might even have an easier time understanding it than most adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dad Says He Saw You at the Mall&lt;/i&gt; by Ken Sparling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The End of The Story&lt;/i&gt; by Lydia Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Stories and Texts for Nothing&lt;/i&gt; by Samuel Beckett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Return to the City of White Donkeys&lt;/i&gt; by James Tate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Vanishing Point&lt;/i&gt; by David Markson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Complete Stories&lt;/i&gt; by Franz Kafka (especially the really short ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Shoe Tester of Frankfurt&lt;/i&gt; by Wilhelm Genazino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt; by Cormac McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-6229355003428437162?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/6229355003428437162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/shya-scanlon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6229355003428437162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/6229355003428437162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/shya-scanlon.html' title='Shya Scanlon'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-3216422116626193602</id><published>2009-08-07T22:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:08:31.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Amelia Gray is a writer living in Austin, TX. She is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.featherproof.com/Mambo/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=223&amp;amp;Itemid=39"&gt;AM/PM&lt;/a&gt;, published by Featherproof Books, and Museum of the Weird, due Summer 2010 through Fiction Collective 2. Her writing has appeared in American Short Fiction, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, DIAGRAM, and Caketrain, among others. She blogs at &lt;a href="http://ameliagray.com/"&gt;ameliagray.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bunch of great books in the course of driving around on tour, and I'm sampling all of them at once like I'm at the counter at Luby's. Blake Butler's &lt;i&gt;Scorch Atlas&lt;/i&gt; is warmed-up slaw. &lt;i&gt;Big World&lt;/i&gt; by Mary Miller is an ice cream scoop of cottage cheese. &lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show that Smells&lt;/i&gt; by Derek McCormack is crispy macaroni. Thomas Cooper's &lt;i&gt;Phantasmagoria&lt;/i&gt; is banana pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Master and Margarita&lt;/i&gt; by Mikhail Bulgakov. It was chosen for a book club that I was in about six months ago. The moment it was chosen, the book club immediately dissolved under its weight. Maybe we'll get the club back together and do it. It was a good choice. Classics deserve to be read by a group that will sit quietly and talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cradle&lt;/i&gt; by Patrick Somerville has a line in the middle that caused me to laugh out loud on an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Happiness Hypothesis&lt;/i&gt; by Jonathan Haidt. I was told to keep it after I took it into the bath. I intended to never return &lt;i&gt;Jesus' Son&lt;/i&gt; but my plan was discovered. Actually I think that I was supposed to give &lt;i&gt;Phantasmagoria&lt;/i&gt; back. Sorry, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historical prize goes to &lt;i&gt;As I Lay Dying&lt;/i&gt;. New blood goes to Gary Lutz. I'd say &lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt; but I think of it more of a brick you bury in a foundation rather than a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last audiobook you listened to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;/i&gt;. I listened to it while driving from San Antonio to El Paso at the end of 2007. I had to consult my email archives to figure out exactly when. I said this on 1/3/08: "The best book on CD was &lt;i&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't get through all of &lt;i&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;/i&gt; but my god it sucked." In hindsight, I was not in the right place emotionally for &lt;i&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Westing Game&lt;/i&gt; by Ellen Raskin immediately comes to mind because I just read part of it again, aloud, in a van. It sort of holds up in terms of some cleverness and puns but I think it is a little too repetitive. Children's literature stoops down too low today. Let's return to the golden age when the weirdest writing out there was for the kids. Twain, Kipling, Stevenson. I'll continue below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Persepolis&lt;/i&gt;. I think I wanted to prove that I knew the difference between a comic book and a graphic novel. It worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best american short stories, pen/o. henry prizes, or the pushcart prize anthology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dzanc's Best of the Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;collected stories of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Jackson. My friend has a piece of one of her bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keyhole&lt;/i&gt;, for spreading their Digest around Nashville and for picking &lt;i&gt;Phantasmagoria&lt;/i&gt; as a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.eyeshot.net/meat.html"&gt;Meat From a Meat Man&lt;/a&gt;" by Lindsay Hunter at &lt;i&gt;Eyeshot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Some People Like Their Eggs&lt;/i&gt; by Sean Lovelace (Rose Metal Press). I heard him read some of it in Chicago at the beginning of the year and I think it's going to be just what I need to get through some weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Children's Books That Will Drive Your Shit Insane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Age of Children's Literature happened sometime between 1865 and 1910, when the Victorians were just coming up with the idea that childhood was an actual period of life and that children could have special clothes and books that weren't all about sweeping chimneys and dying young. Writers during this time had no idea how to handle this idea and immediately wrote some of the weirdest fiction possible. Not everything from this list is from the Golden Age but all of it either informs it or draws heavily from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Der Struwwelpeter&lt;/i&gt; by Heinrich Hoffmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;/i&gt; by L. Frank Baum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Tale of Peter Rabbit&lt;/i&gt; by Beatrix Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/i&gt; by Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Children's and Household Tales&lt;/i&gt; by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Five Children and It&lt;/i&gt; by E. Nesbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Tuck Everlasting&lt;/i&gt; by Natalie Babbitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/i&gt; by Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/i&gt; by Madeleine L’Engle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Little Lord Fauntleroy&lt;/i&gt; by Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-3216422116626193602?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/3216422116626193602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/amelia-gray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3216422116626193602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3216422116626193602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/amelia-gray.html' title='Amelia Gray'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-3610266446521589825</id><published>2009-08-03T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:33:38.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne Burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Suzanne Burns has published two full-length poetry collections, &lt;a href="http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/1931122016/blight.aspx"&gt;Blight&lt;/a&gt; (Archer Books) and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flesh-Procession-Suzanne-Burns/dp/0970409877"&gt;The Flesh Procession&lt;/a&gt; (Bleak House Books). Pudding House Press recently published her poetry chapbook, &lt;a href="http://www.puddinghouse.com/"&gt;Vacancy&lt;/a&gt;, which chronicles infamous events that took place in famous hotels throughout history. Her debut short-story collection, &lt;a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/store/burns-misfits.html"&gt;Misfits and Other Heroes&lt;/a&gt;, was published in June by Dzanc Books.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a serial book rotator. &lt;em&gt;Dandelion Wine&lt;/em&gt; by Ray Bradbury. &lt;em&gt;Immortality&lt;/em&gt; by Milan Kundera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Proust and double damn Tolstoy. I get so confused so quick. After I saw Paris for the first time last year I was all, "Proust! Proust! Proust!" But, like, wow, he's a little boring. Then I asked my husband for a copy of &lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt; as a Valentine's Day present. Wonderfully pretentious request. I was lost by page two. I want to take a marker and change all the names to Sally and Bob and Troy. Then I just might "get" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book to bring you to tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never cried over a book. Maybe I've been a little misty over parts of &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt;. If you mean bore me to tears, how about anything by Jane Austen or Virginia Woolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best book you’ve read so far this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book of Laughter and Forgetting&lt;/em&gt; by Milan Kundera and &lt;em&gt;Vera &amp;amp; Linus&lt;/em&gt; by Jess Ball and Thordis Bjornsdottir and &lt;em&gt;The Blue Life Sketches&lt;/em&gt; by Jonathan Treadway (throwback books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could write yourself into any book or story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be Holden Caulfield's best girl. We'd go to a lousy movie together and hold hands through the newsreel and the cartoon. Then I'd be Esther Greenwood's confidant (&lt;em&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/em&gt;, Sylvia Plath). I'd beg her to warn her shadow self to steer clear from handsome future British poet laureates so I could snag Ted Hughes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;collected stories of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Jackson. The most underrated writer of all time ever. Who else can make a cocktail party so terrifying and so mesmerizing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I succumbed to this trickery in my late teens and early twenties. The tried and true trinity of &lt;em&gt;Maus&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Book of the SubGenius&lt;/em&gt; and any issue of &lt;em&gt;Sandman&lt;/em&gt;. (I worshipped THOSE kind of boys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy or read lit journals. I know, shame on me. I love books. Books. Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogs at &lt;a href="http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/"&gt;The Nervous Breakdown&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Stories for Ugly Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these books are very dark and sometimes disturbing I find them all wonderfully life affirming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/em&gt; by Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Illustrated Man&lt;/em&gt;, et al. by Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Book of Laughter and Forgetting&lt;/em&gt; by Milan Kundera (plus everything else of his all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tropic of Cancer&lt;/em&gt; by Henry Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anything by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Cannery Row&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Sweet Thursday&lt;/em&gt; by Steinbeck, plus &lt;em&gt;Tortilla Flat&lt;/em&gt; of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Any and all Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Lottery and Other Stories&lt;/em&gt; by Shirley Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-3610266446521589825?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/3610266446521589825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/suzanne-burns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3610266446521589825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3610266446521589825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/08/suzanne-burns.html' title='Suzanne Burns'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-3229595281486363399</id><published>2009-07-28T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:00:58.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joanna Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Joanna Scott is the author of nine books, including &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0312421389/"&gt;The Manikin&lt;/a&gt;, which was the finalist for the Pulitzer Prize; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Various-Antidotes-Stories-Joanna-Scott/dp/031242387X/"&gt;Various Antidotes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Arrogance-Novel-Joanna-Scott/dp/0312423888/"&gt;Arrogance&lt;/a&gt;, which were both finalists for the PEN/Faulkner Award; and the critically acclaimed &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Make-Believe-Novel-Joanna-Scott/dp/0316776661/"&gt;Make Believe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tourmaline-Novel-Joanna-Scott/dp/0316608483/"&gt;Tourmaline&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Liberation-Novel-Joanna-Scott/dp/0316018899/"&gt;Liberation&lt;/a&gt;. A recipient of a MacArthur Fellowship, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and a Lannan Award, Scott lives with her family in upstate New York. Her most recent novel, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Follow-Me-Novel-Joanna-Scott/dp/0316051659"&gt;Follow Me&lt;/a&gt;, was published by Little, Brown in April.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallen Giants&lt;/em&gt; by Stewart Weaver and Maurice Isserman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the Time Being&lt;/em&gt; by Annie Dillard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Germinal&lt;/em&gt; by Émile Zola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most scribble-ridden book in your collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Complete Stories of Kafka&lt;/em&gt; (Schocken) finally fell apart and I’ve had to get a new copy, to which I’ve been adding new scribbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could write yourself into any book or story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isak Dinesen’s &lt;em&gt;Out of Africa &lt;/em&gt;— not only would I like to experience the scenes she so vividly renders, but I would welcome the chance to compare my impression of the place and people with her version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paperback copy of Ovid’s &lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/em&gt; (Rolfe Humphries’ translation) that my husband gave me when we were still in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Dworkin’s &lt;em&gt;Intercourse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I finagle two subscriptions? I depend on &lt;em&gt;Conjunctions&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Black Clock&lt;/em&gt; for my basic literary nourishment. In real life, my list of necessary reading is long — the condensed list includes &lt;em&gt;Cincinnati Review&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Subtropics&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Threepenny Review&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The New York Review of Books&lt;/em&gt;. Also, &lt;em&gt;The Nation&lt;/em&gt; and its literary section is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=jgL4JoMGACoC&amp;amp;dq"&gt;Female Convents: Secrets of Nunneries Disclosed&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; compiled from the autograph manuscripts of Scipio de Ricci by Mr. De Potter, edited and condensed by Thomas Roscoe. With whole libraries and archives coming online, all sorts of secrets are on the verge of being disclosed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forthcoming in the fall, &lt;em&gt;The Rags of Time&lt;/em&gt; by Maureen Howard — the fourth and final volume in her tetralogy of novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Books to Read Before Writing Your First Novel (or Ten Books I Wish I’d Read Before Writing &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; First Novel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;An American Tragedy&lt;/em&gt; by Theodore Dreiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/em&gt; by George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Our Ecstatic Days&lt;/em&gt; by Steve Erickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;This is Not a Novel&lt;/em&gt; by David Markson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Chronicle of a Death Foretold&lt;/em&gt; by Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/em&gt; by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Illuminations&lt;/em&gt; by Arthur Rimbaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Blindness&lt;/em&gt; by José Saramago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Austerlitz&lt;/em&gt; by W.G. Sebald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Waves&lt;/em&gt; by Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-3229595281486363399?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/3229595281486363399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/joanna-scott.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3229595281486363399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/3229595281486363399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/joanna-scott.html' title='Joanna Scott'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-8542203718620924988</id><published>2009-07-23T22:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:08:56.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Anthony</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jessica Anthony's debut novel &lt;a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/6e7bec9b-fb89-46d6-bfdf-923bcb69d1d6/TheConvalescent.cfm"&gt;The Convalescent&lt;/a&gt; was published by McSweeney's Books in July, and will be translated into Italian by Rizzoli/USA. Her fiction has appeared in Best New American Voices, Best American Nonrequired Reading and elsewhere. She currently lives in Portland, Maine with her husband, Jon, and their dog, Roxy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading &lt;em&gt;The Women&lt;/em&gt; by T.C. Boyle, and loving it. I am an enormous Boyle fan. His prose is so hairy and big-gutted and his characters never try to be everything all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about finishing a novel is that you rediscover all these giant hunks of time in your day to read again. So I've been whittling away at my list. I just finished &lt;em&gt;Jude the Obscure&lt;/em&gt;. I bought that book in 1997 and literally carried it around the world with me for 12 years. I've finally read it, and liked it quite a bit. I also just finished &lt;em&gt;Lady Chatterly's Lover&lt;/em&gt;, which was hilarious. I was in Edinburgh, Scotland, riding the upstairs of a double-decker bus and laughing my ass off. Everyone was always about to come to their "crisis." Fantastic. Next up on my list of classics is &lt;em&gt;Cyrano de Bergerac&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book you finished in a single sitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Verificationist&lt;/em&gt; by Donald Antrim. An out-of-body experience with a gathering of psychologists in a pancake house. I mean come on! Couldn't put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe my friend Rick Wormwood his first-edition copy of Nabokov's &lt;em&gt;Speak, Memory&lt;/em&gt;. He will never get it back. He lives only a few miles from me and could break into my house and take it. Once Wormwood left a half rack of Corona in my garage with a note: &lt;em&gt;Rick Wormwood moves like a thief in the fucken night&lt;/em&gt;, and despite even this generosity he will not be seeing his Nabokov again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strangest book you’ve ever read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and Your Retarded Child&lt;/em&gt; by Samuel A. Kirk, Merle B. Karnes, Winifred D. Kirk. This book was published in 1955 and given to me by the writer Tom Hopkins. He knows I like weird stuff, but this book was downright bizarre. They even use the word "mongoloid," and have a chapter entitled: "How Retarded Is Your Child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herzog&lt;/em&gt; by Saul Bellow. The dust jacket is missing, and there it sits with its scruffy tan cover and green letters. I have read only the first chapter. It's looking at me now. It seems depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have to be Hannah Tinti's &lt;em&gt;One Story&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;One Story&lt;/em&gt; is delivered in these amazing little pastel-colored packets, and each issue contains only one short story. It's nice to read short fiction without digging through advertising, or without a story having to bounce off other poems, other unrelated stories (or worse, essays). It is one selection of short fiction in its simplest (and strongest) form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com/articles/22891"&gt;Manhood for Amateurs: The Wilderness of Childhood&lt;/a&gt;" by Michael Chabon. (I read it online, though it was published in &lt;em&gt;The New York Review of Books&lt;/em&gt; a week ago.) It examines something now seeming to be lost to all of us: the ability for children to wander freely and create the rules that govern their own worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to reading Daniel Nester's &lt;em&gt;How to Be Inappropriate&lt;/em&gt;, a collection of essays by Soft Skull Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books I Know My Dog Would Like If She Could Read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, my husband and I adopted a brown lab/bluetick coonhound mix from a rescue shelter in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Sorrows of Young Werther&lt;/em&gt; by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt; by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/em&gt; by Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Zoo Story&lt;/em&gt; by Edward Albee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I Am the Cheese&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Cormier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Sun is My Undoing&lt;/em&gt; by Marguerite Steen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Room&lt;/em&gt; by Harold Pinter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Nausea&lt;/em&gt; by Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/em&gt; by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-8542203718620924988?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/8542203718620924988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/jessica-anthony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8542203718620924988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/8542203718620924988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/jessica-anthony.html' title='Jessica Anthony'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-7482508356896336172</id><published>2009-07-19T11:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:44:52.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Stephanie Johnson's short fiction collection &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keyholemagazine.com/books/stephanie-johnson/one-of-these-things"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of These Things is Not Like the Others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; is available from Keyhole Books.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Italo Calvino's &lt;em&gt;Difficult Loves&lt;/em&gt; and an advance copy of Shellie Zacharia's &lt;em&gt;Now Playing&lt;/em&gt;, which is Keyhole's next book release. The voice in Zacharia's work is amazing -- playful and a pleasure to read. Kevin Wilson's &lt;em&gt;Tunneling to the Center of the Earth&lt;/em&gt; is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a trick question? It sounds like a trick question. I once admitted that I hadn't read &lt;em&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/em&gt; (which I have since read) and was mocked openly and repeatedly as a "literary virgin." I don't think I should answer this question until I know that you're friendly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book to bring you to tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the last book was, but Larry Brown's short story "Facing the Music" kills me every single time I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble reading books other people have lent me or that I get from the library because I'm a book hoarder. I usually assume that if you're telling me to read something it's because you think I'll like it. When I like a book, I have to have a sense of mine, mine, mine! Borrow my car, eat all the food in the fridge and have a beer while you're at it, none of that bothers me.... but I'm incredibly possessive about my books and I (probably incorrectly) assume other people feel the same way, so "book-borrowing" isn't really in my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strangest dream involving a book or literary character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I put this on paper, I'll feel a need to dissect it using Freudian or Jungian analysis. Or, worse yet, someone with actual psychoanalytic dream-analysis expertise will uncover a deep-seated and horrifying element lurking in my unconscious mind... Either way, it's not going to be pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often dream of characters, but sometimes I dream about writers. I quit smoking when I found out I was pregnant with my son, but I'm still a smoker when I dream. Most of the dream-plots are pretty boring (I have a lazy unconscious-dream-mind), but I find them pleasant because they usually involve someone asking me if I want to go outside and smoke a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most kids, I was completely taken with Dr. Seuss. I also was addicted to Choose Your Own Adventure books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;longest book you’ve ever read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/em&gt;. I had a wicked-bad literary crush on David Foster Wallace, and I read the book cover-to-cover when it was first released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that kind of forethought anymore. If I know someone is coming over, more often than not, I'm trying to reduce the chaos -- not haul more out. However, I tend to get along well with people who have books by James Joyce or Flannery O'Connor on *their* coffee tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keyhole&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a copy of Suzanne Burns's &lt;em&gt;Misfits and Other Heroes&lt;/em&gt; and I'm looking forward to Laura van den Berg's &lt;em&gt;What the World Will Look Like When all the Water Leaves Us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literary Comfort Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interview with David Foster Wallace where he suggested (and here I'll paraphrase poorly, I'm sure) that fiction's work is to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. That stuck with me as a noble goal -- both in terms of writing and reading. Below, are some of my favorite "comfort food" collections/books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Where I'm Calling From&lt;/em&gt; by Raymond Carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Complete Stories&lt;/em&gt; by Flannery O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Dubliners&lt;/em&gt; by James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Big Bad Love&lt;/em&gt; by Larry Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Jesus' Son&lt;/em&gt; by Denis Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Labyrinths&lt;/em&gt; by Jorge Luis Borges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Girl with Curious Hair&lt;/em&gt; by David Foster Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Laughable Loves&lt;/em&gt; by Milan Kundera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Strange Pilgrims&lt;/em&gt; by Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Elephant Vanishes&lt;/em&gt; by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Valentines&lt;/em&gt; by Olaf Olafsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/em&gt; by Hermann Hesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-7482508356896336172?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/7482508356896336172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/stephanie-johnson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7482508356896336172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/7482508356896336172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/stephanie-johnson.html' title='Stephanie Johnson'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1172750801301358710</id><published>2009-07-14T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:12:54.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicolle Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://glassatlassassafras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicolle Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt; is a baker and bike mechanic. Her work has appeared in Elimae, Keyhole, Wigleaf, Night Train and others. Her chapbook, &lt;a href="http://achilleschapbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/nicolle-elizabeth-threadbare-von-barren.html"&gt;Threadbare Von Barren&lt;/a&gt;, is forthcoming on Paper Hero Press. She writes about translated literature at &lt;a href="http://www.wordswithoutborders.org/"&gt;Words Without Borders&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Cunningham’s &lt;em&gt;The Hours&lt;/em&gt;. I’m not even kidding. I’m writing a YA novel and needed what seemed like a solid example of storytelling. It's woven together in a very straight-forward formulaic way which just flows so beautifully. It's a great example of how to transition complicated material from one scene to the next, plus the prose is quite poetic. I needed a generally accepted non-weird example of “how to write a novel” because I have no idea what I’m doing so I thought if I’m going to try to write a novel I’d better teach myself how to write a novel first or like at least see how a novel works. I took a novel workshop last year to try to learn but ended up writing an 81 page book told in short-shorts. I mean I loved the class but still. It’s weird, I have to print it out and look at it on the floor. Someone recently told me that’s how Aaron Sorkin wrote &lt;em&gt;The West Wing&lt;/em&gt;. He had to put it all out on the floor and cut it up to get himself to see it all. I think I remember he was arrested at an airport with mushrooms in his briefcase like ten years ago or something? I asked Michael Cunningham a few years ago, when I realized I was going to write this YA novel I’m now finally just starting on, if it was hard to switch from one form to another. He looked at me like it was an absurd thing to ask and was like, “Well if it’s what you have to do then it’s what you have to do.” I usually write first-person shorts. I could care less if I make myself look ridiculous, but these characters are like people I owe something to. I mean, yes, I love shorts but this is so completely different. Another thing Michael Cunningham said was during the filming of &lt;em&gt;The Hours&lt;/em&gt;, it was written that Juliet Lewis’s character was going to have a gun and shoot herself, and Michael was like, “No, she just wouldn’t do that. This character would never do that.” I’m starting to understand more deeply how important this relationship is. I’ve always had a good relationship with my characters, I love them, I respect them, but this project is pushing me so much harder. So, Michael went to Juliette Lewis and said, “Don’t you think she’d never do that?” And Juliette Lewis said she wouldn’t come to the set unless they rewrote the gun scene a different way. Stopped production of the film and everything. Two points here: don’t be scared to experiment in other forms, and get a celebrity to help. &lt;em&gt;The Hours&lt;/em&gt; is a good book, btw. I’m really digging the existential musing/longing in Virginia Woolf’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m aching to read Mary Gaitskill’s collection &lt;em&gt;Don’t Cry&lt;/em&gt;. It’s been out for a minute I just haven’t gotten to it yet. Is that a classic? I’ve never read &lt;em&gt;Elektra&lt;/em&gt;, can you believe it? It seems like something I would have read in detention hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book to make you laugh out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. &lt;em&gt;For the Fighting Spirit of the Walnut&lt;/em&gt; by Takashi Hiraide (translated by Sawako Nakayasu) made me laugh hysterically but it was so sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my possession, and I cannot believe I am admitting to this, is the only copy the Boston Public Library had of Murakami’s book of shorts. I am so sorry, BU freshman. I moved and found it years later, now it’s grown on me. “Barn Burning”, “The Iceman”, these are excellent short stories. I get in fights about his novels being too “targeted at male readers and too wordy-indulgenty” but those shorts are damn something. I should get a copy from the Strand and send the new one over there. Is that a felony? I just got up to see what it’s next to on my shelf. I’ve moved so things are a mess. &lt;em&gt;The Day of the Locust&lt;/em&gt; by West and &lt;em&gt;Train&lt;/em&gt; by Pete Dexter are the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite book from childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eloise at the Plaza&lt;/em&gt;. Still drives me wild. Never underestimate a wild daredevil brunette with big hair and a skate key. You go girl, imagine all you want. Actually, I also simultaneously think it’s one of the saddest books of all time. I mean, she was like, alone. I had an ex-boyfriend who felt she had some kind of illness. Dumped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did a semester at a community college in the Bronx when she was 18. It was actually this huge honor a few years ago when I got to go back to this exact campus and teach literacy classes to kids who were failing out on Saturdays. I cried on the way every morning, true story. So my mom is quite possibly one of the most talented minds of all time, but she’s just not an academic, not her thing. Some people like cheese, I hate cheese. So for her semester of school, this was 1970 in the Bronx where she’s from, she bought herself a paperback copy of Webster’s Dictionary. It’s on my desk right now. I never keep it less than a desktop away, because I don’t know everything and sometimes need to look things up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret crush on a writer or literary character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Blake Butler. He knows how I feel about this. I harass the shit out of him every chance I get. Ghost with the most, no doubt. I’m sure there’s a fan club somewhere. I’m sure half our contemporaries are secretly seethingly jealous of him. He’s smart but he’s got this Southern thing about him, whoooboy. He’s a good boy, it’s sweet. One time, we had this massive argument about David Foster Wallace, he was so pissed at me he had to excuse himself from the room. So we’re in a cab on the way to another ball of wax, and I have to have the cabbie pull over because I’m going to return the gin and tonics I’d been drinking all night back into the world, and it’s the dead of winter (and by the way I ruined my totally rad dress) so Blake jumps out of the cab and rubs my back. We’re standing in like six inches of slush its three in the morning, all of this after we’d had this major blow-out argument, and I look up at him through freezing tears and puke, and the face he’s making isn’t “I’m so pissed at you about earlier” or “what is this, high school?” The face he’s making is “I know, kiddo. I know.” I think this is a part of why people love him. That was like three minutes without me harassing him, too long. Attn Blake: HJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this question! It’s more like a “I want to share this book with everyone who sits on my couch” than an impress someone thing. It’s impossible for me to be impressive. Spend an hour with me I guarantee you’ll be annoyed and/or disappointed. I’ve accepted it. Recently, I overheard this guy ask another guy, “Have you read my book?” Think about that for a second. My roommates could be like Q: “Hey Nicolle, those cookies you forgot about in the oven that set on fire are still in the oven.” I’ll be like, “Have you read my book?” Q: “How do you feel about this whole Iranian election?” “Have you read my book?” Q: “Ma’am that will be twenty dollars for the groceries.” “Have you read my book?” Q: “We’re here, you can get off the bus now” “Have you read my book?” I actually adore art books a great deal. Robert Bergman who has portraits of people, a few are in MoMa, so my boss gave me a book of his. That was alright for conversation, people like that one. I have a manual on do-it-yourself electrical wiring which is a hard cover and nice on a coffee table, and on top of it &lt;em&gt;The Collected Stories of Mark Twain&lt;/em&gt;, always Twain. Then there’s a rotating list. I had the graphic novel &lt;em&gt;The Awake Field&lt;/em&gt; on there for a while, have you seen it? It’s meta. I bet if I put it in between the electrical wiring book and the Twain it'll make the lights flicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love like probably 100 of them. I owe a lot of things to a lot of literary journals, like, you’ll see something in one and go, “Holy crap, you can do that?” literary journals are some of the best teachers we have. It’s not only that, there’s this actual friendship and mentorship chain of support that exists too. People who give feedback, all of these people are generous with their hearts and time, who I owe a debt of crap too. I love them a lot. They’re sort of like family, that I would sleep with, if they didn’t have hotter wives than me, who would probably beat me up. It’s like an army of good people shooting rainbows as snot rockets. They work their asses off for literature because they love it. There’s like no money in journal publishing realistically. As a fan there’s this "want to use the work as a blanket and roll around" side, and as a writer there’s this "these people will work with you" side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Foley in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontporchjournal.com/issue110_poetry_foley.asp"&gt;Front Porch 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which is the Texas State MFA program’s journal. There’s this line at the end of the poem that’s about this guy shining a flashlight down an alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And shows what really stands&lt;br /&gt;In your place when you leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most anticipated upcoming release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bolaño, &lt;em&gt;The Skating Rink&lt;/em&gt; is closer to &lt;em&gt;The Savage Detectives&lt;/em&gt; and coming out soon. I know it’s passé to love Bolaño now, but I don’t care, I liked it anyway. Not as much as &lt;em&gt;2666&lt;/em&gt; but still. Somebody told me “he speaks to mediocre readers” recently. That hurt my feelings. You know I heard Nicolle Elizabeth has a chapbook forthcoming on Paper Hero Press called &lt;em&gt;Threadbare Von Barren&lt;/em&gt;. I might check it out. Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommended reading list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme Stuff I Just Got Into This Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has to read &lt;em&gt;Three Cities of Water&lt;/em&gt; by Raúl Zurita. He was Bolaño’s nemesis, you know. At the end of &lt;em&gt;Nazi Literature in the Americas&lt;/em&gt;, the guy Bolaño was hating on so much (the General) was supposed to be Zurita. Some people actually say that he ripped Zurita off a ton. They loathed each other. There’s this legend that Zurita had written a poem Bolaño was jealous of, so in the 70s Bolaño had it sky-written from a plane over New York City with the credit given to himself for the poem. How hysterical is that? True story. He looks sort of like Castro, or a wizard. I think he teaches at Tufts and that he’s banned from most countries for being so political. I mean the books are banned but he is too, as a human, which I love. It’s so glamorous to be banned from an entire country for being loud. Anyway, so he was reading at NYU this year and I was taking notes and I wrote down the sentences, “I sang with my mouth sewn shut. In the distance, the ocean.” And I couldn’t figure out which Zurita poem it was from. It drove me crazy. I called half the staff of &lt;em&gt;BOMB&lt;/em&gt;. I emailed ten translators. Nobody knew. Turns out, I wrote those sentences, while listening to Zurita. Read Zurita. He’s damn inspiring. Read the collected stories of Paul Bowles, read the latest Jorie Graham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240719694715421645-1172750801301358710?l=readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/feeds/1172750801301358710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicolle-elizabeth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1172750801301358710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240719694715421645/posts/default/1172750801301358710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readreadreadreadreadreadread.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicolle-elizabeth.html' title='Nicolle Elizabeth'/><author><name>Ravi Mangla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084895750529245159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoTvS8ZuLg/Tv58w6egy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UI2H_lNivrk/s220/n529685483_736000_9529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240719694715421645.post-1932084746505436845</id><published>2009-07-08T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:32:46.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corey Mesler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.coreymesler.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corey Mesler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, a Trappist Monk, was raised by wolves. He has Canadian blood, which, unlike Canadian Bacon, doesn’t stay fresh if left out. He has rambled around some, mostly from the bed to the bathroom, and once saw Prince in the Los Angeles airport. He also dated Vanity’s sister, but has no claims to ethnic insider information. He published a novel once that some people liked, then another, then some short stories and a collection of verse. He has two novels due out in the next year. As of this date, he has written 3,281 poems. He also claims to have written “River Deep, Mountain High.” His wife tells him which shirt goes with which pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you reading now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy and Isabelle&lt;/em&gt; by Elizabeth Strout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic you’ve been meaning to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every year I choose a BIG classic I haven’t read. I do it to get to those books I’ve been meaning to get to, to celebrate living another year, and to slow myself down, which a good 19th century novel can do. I’m thinking this year’s selection might be &lt;em&gt;Bleak House&lt;/em&gt; by Dickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most treasured book in your collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a signed first edition of Zora Neale Hurston’s voodoo memoir, &lt;em&gt;Tell My Horse&lt;/em&gt;. Don’t tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you borrowed and never returned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never borrow. I have to own the things I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last reading you attended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Fisher-Wirth reading from her wonderful new collection of poems, &lt;em&gt;Carta Marina&lt;/em&gt;, at my very own bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most challenging book you’ve ever read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, certainly, &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt; was challenging, but so rewarding, so rich and funny and sexy and, well, you know, everything that Joyce is. I found &lt;em&gt;The Magic Mountain&lt;/em&gt; challenging in a different way. I never thought I’d get off that damn mountain and out of that damn sanatorium. Also William Gaddis’s &lt;em&gt;The Recognitions&lt;/em&gt; is a difficult novel but worth the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could write yourself into any novel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be fun to go &lt;em&gt;On the Road&lt;/em&gt;, wouldn’t it? Except that I have clean bathroom issues so I probably wouldn’t enjoy that as much. I’d say maybe John Crowley’s &lt;em&gt;Little, Big&lt;/em&gt;, so I could meet fairies, but also so I could try to bed Daily Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book you’ve planted on a coffee table to impress someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a coffee table but I keep &lt;em&gt;Finnegan’s Wake&lt;/em&gt; on my desk next to me where I write. To impress anyone who ventures into my writing lair (no one ever does) and to remind myself that I haven’t read it and am afraid of it. It’s good to have a book you’re afraid of to keep you humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could subscribe to only one literary journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pinch&lt;/em&gt;, of course. Out of our very own University of Memphis. A first-rate journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing you’ve read online recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like anything &l
