The books we publish are often "difficult." Some reviewers have the chops to deal with it. Others, not so much. We get lucky with Heather Seggel at Lambda Literary, who is willing to to tackle Amy King's latest, The Missing Museum, a book that is precisely as difficult as, you know, the rest of life.
Elizabeth Hall, East Coast tour dates: Athens, GA, with Melissa Buzzeo, & TBD; Chicago, IL, with Erik Anderson and Phillip Williams; Montclaire, NJ; Brooklyn, NY, with Claire Donato, Amy King, Vi Khi Nao, and Laura Warman; Philadelphia, PA, with Gina Meyers, Cynthia Dewi Oka, and Nicole Steinberg....
"Graphic vignettes involving live alligators, diarrhea in department store bathrooms, domesticity, dissected animals, and the medicalization of sex…. Aaron Apps’s hybrid work extends beyond the lyrical and textual… An abandonment of sorts, a style of writing unafraid of failure and therefore willing to employ risk as a model for confronting violence, living with it, learning from it."
We’re big in Britain. Granta features the first third of Steven Dunn’s debut novel, Potted Meat, co-winner of the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize. The book is out "officially" on August 1st. If you haven’t already “pre-ordered” Steven’s novel from us, do yourself a favor....
May - June 2016: Portland, Or; Eugene, OR; San Francisco, CA. Elizabeth Hall, with Evelyn Hampton, Jamondria Harris, Amy Lam, Teresa K. Miller, Jordan Okumura, A.M. O'Malley, Jason Snyder, Robert Torres ...
Columbia Journal features fiction by Steven Dunn: excerpts from his debut novel, Potted Meat, forthcoming from Tarpaulin Sky Press in 2016. "Chrissy Ann don’t stink. She smells like work. Like how I smell like coal smoke. She lives at the end of the holla on top of a mountain and has lots of hogs and chickens. She feeds them every morning. When I was at her house her little brother stuck a stick up the hog’s butt. Chrissy Ann slapped the shit out of him. Then she hugged the hog. Then she said we should take a walk in the woods to get out the heat and away from her stupid brother...."
"If it’s automatic writing, it’s machinic (firing on all eight cylinders). A circular vernacular. Freud’s death drive tied through repetition compulsion plus mnemonics to standard schoolmarm SVO. Haunt Musique. Sends its message like a mail train. Visceral Surrealism. [Johannes Goransson's] end game is an exit wound."
"Doubling down on his trademark misanthropic imagery amid a pageantry of the unpleasant, Johannes Göransson strolls through a violent Los Angeles in this hybrid of prose and verse…. Prostitution, pubic hair, Orpheus, law, pigs, disease, Francesca Woodman ... and the speaker’s hunger for cocaine and copulation..... Fans of Göransson’s distorted poetics will find this a productive addition to his body of work."
"In Johannes Göransson’s poetry, there is no self-congratulation…. Göransson is a controversial poet.... Göransson is certainly of the Left, but his work is as savagely anti-idealist as Burroughs or Guyotat or Ballard. Like those writers, he has no interest in assuring the reader that she or he lives, along with the poet, on the right side of history."
Thanks to cult expert Rebecca Kallemeyn and Subito's ongoing feature on small presses, including Ahsahta, Black Ocean, Burning Deck, Caketrain, Dalkey Archive, FC2, Eraserhead Press, Essay Press, Ugly Duckling, et al.
Joyelle McSweeney: "I realized that the walls and the floors, the soil and the air were toxic, everything that could be seen or touched was poison, everything mankind did made the world worse, just moving around and breathing. It seemed to me that I had been walking in fire. Why had I not known it? Nutriment and poison, protection and hazard, comfort and harm were not binaries but indivisible, each one turning over to reveal its attractively hairy reverse or iridisceing, spiny obverse."