Archive for July, 2006

Heh. This is something to think about while working on my novel, I guess.  Lest I add to Euan Ferguson’s self-inflicted workload by not accounting for time and continuity on the page.  White space–that’s the answer, right?  Because I’ve been using strategically placed page breaks to avoid mentioning “crochet, narwhals and flensing knives.”


I now feel completely alienated from my gender.
That’s what my friend Kim said after looking through the July issue of Skirt!, a magazine which is not new, but new to Atlanta.  I have to agree. 
On a more positive note, I just read Jenny Offill’s Last Things, which was a New York Times Notable Book of the Year [...]


The momentum of my novel writing has slowed.  Despite the numerous exterior circumstances eating into my writing time and turning my routine upside down, I’m pretty sure this is an issue caused by my own interior circumstances, my own mind.  I’m writing the last chapter.  The last one.  After writing this I will still have [...]


Shine On, Syd

18Jul06

Syd Barrett died a couple of weeks ago. Piper at the Gates of Dawn is one of my favorite albums, and definitely my favorite Pink Floyd album.  While reading about this I came across the 33 1/3 series of books published by Continuum. 
From the publisher, via Amazon: “Thirty Three and a Third” is a new [...]


I didn’t get that much reading done at the beach.  The only book I finished was Barry Hannah’s Airships.  It wasn’t even on my beach reads list–ha.  As I was walking out the door I saw it on the shelf, remembered I had indeed purchased it, and thought to myself that is what I need.  [...]


New Fiction

06Jul06

The 20th issue of McSweeney’s is finally out.  My friend Sam has a story in issue #20, so you should buy a copy. Support the arts, people.  I think the only place you can get a copy in Atlanta is Criminal Records.  I suspect Borders and Barnes & Noble don’t want to deal with the [...]


Beach Reads

02Jul06

I’m taking five books to the beach with me.  I have no idea how much reading I might get done, and if I run out there will be plenty of people to borrow from, I know.  Here they are:
*Everything Is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer (Um, a good friend gave this to me in January. [...]