I am not the worst self-promoter, because if I was, I wouldn’t even have a website. But among those with websites, I must be near the front of the pack, in marathon-speak. Or maybe that’s the back of the pack? I’m a nightmare, is what I’m saying, but I’m trying. I swear I’m trying. My new book Invisibilia has launched, from Slant Books. We had a fun Zoom book...
One of those stories that took a little while to land somewhere. Happy to see it in Booth, which also published my story “Xiomara” almost a decade ago.
Metamorphosis
Lately I’ve been reading a fair amount of nonfiction. I’d say that I’ve always been a big nonfiction reader but that’s not true. Like a lot of kids, I didn’t have much interest in reading anything factual (“boring”) outside of school. Fiction, sure, nonfiction, never. But at least since my mid-twenties I’ve always alternated between fiction and nonfiction, and I’ve usually had a mix of the two...
We have so many ingrained and unchallenged expectations about stories. About novels in particular, I think. Those expectations aren’t limited to genre-specific stuff, either. We expect even avant-garde, highbrow novels to follow a certain arc. And even that’s wrong — we expect to be able to use the arc as a metaphor for what we hope to find. There’s going to be a plot, and...
This was different for me. I tend to write darker stuff, and often less-than-realistic stuff (“heightened reality” as one of my MFA advisors called it, maybe? as a compliment). This is something small and quiet and based very much on the place in New Jersey where I grew up. Love Colorado Review and happy to be a part of the issue with so many standout stories (and poems — I...
Here’s a three-word sentence from Philip Roth’s American Pastoral that has always stuck with me: Five years pass. He opens several sections with it. This comes after we find out that Swede Levov’s teenage daughter has just murdered a bystander while setting off a bomb at their hometown post office. The line doesn’t jump things forward, though. It stops you when you first...
Some (actual) news, and good news too. My story “The Long Shadows” was picked as the winner of the Ninth Letter Literary Award in Fiction. I’ve struggled more often in the last 2 years with leaving things unfinished, and this was one of those things. I can’t really blame the pandemic and last year’s election chaos because I know it’s mostly just me, but those...
We just wrapped up watching The Handmaid’s Tale, Hulu’s adaptation of Margaret Atwood’s novel. The show is gripping, stressful to watch, and full of great performances (none more so than Elizabeth Moss as Offred/June). The early episodes in particular are just brutal. [Spoiler alert, by the way, for anyone who hasn’t watched the show or read the book.] I’ve never...
Last week I was in Vermont for the MFA winter residency. Halfway through the residency I got sick–with the flu, as it turned out, and I think the adjective I’m looking for here is “virulent”–and I was pretty exhausted, physically and otherwise, by the end of the trip. I was just simply lonely, too, and missed Abbe. It’s great to hang out with friends and...
When we talk about something being in the wake of something else, we’re alluding to the waves behind a ship moving along the sea. To be in the wake of the ship is to be left behind, to be caught up in the disruption of its passage. Of course wake can mean other things. It’s also the ritual of putting someone or something to rest. Or it’s the rising from a dream, or a...