I, Keymaster
Earlier this year, I was named fiction editor of Montpelier, Vermont-based Hunger Mountain – A Journal of the Arts. Great publication. A wonderful honor. Coming to grips with this new gig, the rejecting and accepting–mostly rejecting, I scribbled the bit below. Part I. How do I explain this fiction editor thing? Think of me as Rick […] |
Hipper than you – A Visit From the Goon Squad
Expectedness and e-books
The approval of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and Sly Stone
Before two giants of 20th Century American literature were published, when both were unknown, discouraged and broke, Allen Ginsberg wrote a letter to Jack Kerouac telling him, “DON’T FLIP, take care of yourself now, rest from fatigue and figure what next to do. This is my poor advice.” Writers, as a general rule, are needy […] |
The novel Skippy Dies is like a doughnut
Some books are like potato chips—you just can’t stop readin’ ‘em. Maybe it’s the salt. Or some diabolical bioengineerickal sort of thing cooked up in a crackling subterranean megacorp lab inducing an addict-like craving unknown by the EPA or USDA. And some books are like doughnuts—they taste good—very good—but at some point, you’ve just had […] |






