|D. O'Shea, L. Benedict & J.H. Jacobs|
Old hand and old fart Dan O'Shea opened the evening with a selection from his novel Penance, and demonstrated, once again why he's reading his own book's damned audio version. My favorite passage from his selection:
"Stosh'd fuck a toasted cheese sandwich - especially if the sandwich was just working out which way its bread was buttered. Especially if the sandwich wasn't really sure it wanted to get fucked yet. Stosh liked em hurt and confused, liked fucking them, liked fucking them up even better."
The ick stuck around as Tawny Leech brought the blood and bits from her post-apocalyptic The Quiet - imagine the father from Cormac McCarthy's The Road wasn't such a hot shit parent after all... plus all the usual infanticide, zombies, axes and tongue-necklaces (not necklaces you'd wear on your tongue).
Zombies ruled the evening as John Hornor Jacobs closed the night out with his zombie dog fighting tale from Surreal South '11 Old - Dog, New Tricks. 'Twer a good note to end the evening on, 'cause everybody needed a drink after.
Also in attendance were N@B stars Laura Benedict, Pinckney Benedict, Matthew McBride and Mark W. Tiedemann. Much later the consumption of distilled spirits and fizzy oats moved down the street and, believe it or not, tongues were greatly loosened. Among the myriad of topics covered I can legitimately recall having a very enthusiastic exchange with Shea about two mutual admirations Stephen Hunter and Graham Greene. Wonder what a collaboration would've looked like?
check out this Q&A conducted with me and Ryan Sayles. We talk sin, salvation, blood, sex and penis size. It's a brief conversation that screeched to a halt and after an awkward moment, we both walked away without making eye contact. And, damn, St. Louis Magazine has an interview with Jordan Harper wherein he has the audacity to include me in short list of midwest writers doing the grit-lit thing well. The others? Yeah, maybe you've heard of Donald Ray Pollock, Daniel Woodrell or Frank Bill. Damn, way to make me all self-concious and shit. Thanks though, Jordan. If you haven't read his book American Death Songs, you may not know how ridiculously flattering that comment was. And if you haven't checked out the short film based on his story Midnight Rider - well here's your chance.
Snubnose Press month. If you live in or around Austin, check in and check out the Snubnose selection.