05.07.2010 | 10:31 PM •
My friend Ranbir Sidhu, a fiction writer and
playwright extraordinaire, will be hosting a staged
reading of his play,
Sanskrit, at La Mama ETC on
May 17th. Read about Ranbir’s work
here.
03.20.2010 | 10:47 PM •
John Talbird, one of my
fellow residents at Lower Manhattan Cultural
Council, gave a fun reading at the subterranean
bar, Jimmy’s No. 43, an event sponsored by
Essays and Fictions literary
journal.
03.04.2010 | 09:15 AM •
I had the privilege of spending a week with Barry
Hannah in 2007, at a summer workshop at Amherst
College. Though his love of storytelling was still
richly evident, it was clear his failing health was
most on his mind. Drink and cancer had ravaged him,
and the financial fallout was terrible. Like Orson
Welles, who needed to pontificate about cheap
domestic wines to pay the rent, Hannah joked that he
only did these workshops for the money. Still, I was
charmed by his raucous sense of humor and his
reverence for his literary forbears. After enjoying
brief monologues on the craft of fiction, I got to
lunch with him and talk about Faulkner and John
Grisham and Larry Brown, and Donna Tartt, his hatred
of the label
southern writing. He
had an amazing, playful way with words. His sentences
and characters were wild and fun and irreverent. I
have never encountered voices like those in
Airships or
Geronimo Rex. The horror and
grotesque humor of
Yonder Stands Your Orphan
still haunts me. On Monday, America lost a truly
original voice. Read the NYT obit
here and an
appreciation at Vanity Fair.
01.30.2010 | 04:30 PM •
JDS in
1950, photo by Lotte Jacobi
One of the most influential American writers of the
20th Century died on the 27th.
The Catcher in the
Rye remains one of my favorite books. I wonder
if his children will reveal if there was a manuscript
their father was working on all these years.
01.21.2010 | 10:28 PM •
My friends LuLu LoLo and Dan Evans are staging a
production of
The Straitjacket, a
fictionalized play about Emily Dickinson in the
Metropolitan Playhouse’s Another
Sky program on American women writers.
12.13.2009 | 11:36 PM •
Though it was a rainy night, a big crowd turned out
to listen to yours truly, Nikki Sprinkle, Roberta
Bernstein, and Jean
Monahan (pictured) read at Motorcycle Federation’s
cafe.
11.18.2009 | 11:11 PM •

Yesterday marked the official publication of
The Original of Laura,
Nabokov’s last work in progress. Dmitri Nabokov,
the author’s son and executor, agonized over the
decision not to burn and send these roughly
written 138 index cards worth of notes into the
wild. For diehard Nabokovians, it’s a treat, but I
don’t think it will do the master stylist’s
reputation any good. Reportedly, Lolita, too, was
supposed to be consigned to the fireplace, but his
wife Vera rescued it and now we all have one of
the 20th Century’s masterpieces of literature. But
that was a finished novel and this is just the
opening notes. For more about TOOL, check
here and
here.
The Times of
London got the excerpt
exclusive. Will I buy it? You
betcha.
11.06.2009 | 08:52 PM •
Scott Adkins of T
he Brooklyn Writers Space
hosted a book launch party at
Book Court to celebrate the
limited edition run of The Reader, and anthology
from the 2008 reading series. I have a couple of
absurd short-shorts in it, a copy of which Max
is proudly being forced to hold.

10.30.2009 | 11:32 PM •

My first actual review of a short story which
appeared in the Sonora Review in spring of 2009. This
was part of a longer
review in
The Review
Review.
10.28.2009 | 09:32 PM •
The ACA writers got to hear Antonya read from Nothing
Right at the University of Central Florida.
06.17.2008 | 09:47 PM •
I had the great fortune to meet Paula Fox and her
husband Martin Greenberg at LMCC's office. Paula had
graciously agreed to read a long story of mine and
give me feedback. She's a real pro and full of lots
of life with a nice sense of humor. It was a real
honor to meet one of my literary heroes.
05.28.2008 | 09:30 PM •
Beckett and Baudelaire, among many others...
03.05.2008 | 01:39 PM •
First a holocaust memoir turns out to be a total
fabrication (Misha Defonseca's
Misha:
A Mémoire of the Holocaust Years), now an
L.A. gang orphan story turns out to be fiction as
well. Margaret B. Jones'
Love
and Consequences fooled a lot of
reviewers for the best reasons: it was well
written and compelling. In Defonseca's case, she
was not found out until the book was already a
bestseller and a movie. For Jones, we'll see how
her career fares, especially since the publisher
has cancelled her book tour and is recalling the
book. (I wonder if you can sue for the mental
anguish caused by memoir deception--WRITERS: a
possible short story idea?). It's amazing how well
a book can sell when it's labeled as a memoir, but
when it's fiction, it's assumed to bear little
resemblance to reality and is given much less
attention. Reality sells. Though I haven't read
her book, Defonseca's supposed raised-by-wolves
childhood was probably no less vivid than a great
book of powerful fiction thought to be based on
some version of the author's youth: Jerzy
Kosinski's
The Painted
Bird.
02.06.2008 | 11:04 PM •
Cass Gilbert's building in 1907. More info
here. And some
brief history
here.
10.24.2007 | 03:41 PM •
If you haven't been following Errol Morris'
indefatigable research into which of Roger Fenton's
two pictures of the Valley of the Shadow of Death
came first, it is definitely worth a read (
part1,
part2,
part3). Like a one-manned JFK assassination
inquiry, Morris tries to refute Susan Sontag's claim
that the photo with the canon balls on the road was
staged, "a fake." This whole subject is fascinating
for photographers like me who strive to document
reality, but know that aesthetics often trump when
the subject is mundane. Here are the two photos in
question. Now, which was shot first and why?
OFF
ON
04.12.2007 | 02:46 PM •
Photo by
Jill Krementz (his wife)
One of my heroes died yesterday. I started reading
the lovable hoosier late in high school and on
through my twenties. I must have read every book of
his before
Galapagos: Breakfast of Champions,
Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse 5, Player Piano, Mother
Night, Deadeye Dick. And I really loved
Slapstick, which seemed to be universally
panned. He was a true original, a brave patriot, a
promoter of free speech. He looked like Mark Twain
and smoked as much as George Burns. What a force!
What a conscience! I will miss his voice.