My 1st book is here: Ghost in the Rain!

It’s been a looong time since I posted here. So much has happened. (For the tldr version, head over to my fiction page. I’ve been busy!) But in the spirit of moving on, I’ll catch up on things later in future posts as time goes on.

My big news is that I’ve published my first chapbook! My first book of any kind, actually. It’s a collection of 12 microfictions and flash pieces called “Ghost in the Rain,” from indie publisher Bottlecap Press. It went on sale in late spring. I’m thrilled! I never thought I’d debut after 50, with a story collection, no less. But it’s a relief and a joy to see this book out in the world.

I’ve been very fortunate since its publication to have the book reviewed at Your Impossible Voice by Kelsey Squire. It’s a thoughtful, beautifully written (and glowing) piece of criticism. I’m honored.

I was also honored to be invited by Steve Himmer, one of the founders of Necessary Fiction, to write a short essay about how I assembled the collection. It’s a personal essay discussing pieces of my past that influenced and shaped these stories.  

Many thanks to everyone who’s bought the book, shared photos of it online, and been supportive in so many ways since it was released. I had no idea this was going to happen this year. The timeline from when I submitted the manuscript to Bottlecap Press to publication was so fast.  

I’ll share more details soon about a series of launch events I have brewing in the fall and into next year. Online events and in-person in Philadelphia. And in other cities, I hope – if you need readers or authors for your event or book group, let’s get in touch!

While I’m hyping my own book (and hopping around excitedly, but pretending to play it cool), I wanted to mention a couple books I’ve read lately that I loved. I got to hear Cara Benson read at Head House Books in Philly on her current tour. What a phenomenal reader and person. Her memoir, “An Armsfull of Birds,” is stunning, full of grief, hope, and wisdom about love. Here’s a link to an interview she did about the book with Cheryl Strayed.

I also got to meet flash writer Elizabeth Rosen this summer at the Barrelhouse Writers Camp (more on this later, I think). I picked up her chapbook, “Survival Skills” and later heard her read online with several other phenomenal flash writers, like Sumitra Singam, Travis Flatt, and Dawn Tasaka Steffler. All I can say is that Liz’s story collection is one of the best books (not just chapbooks) I’ve read in years. Her work was completely new to me and I read this collection in one sitting. From the very first pages it had me and just kept delivering. It’s a phenomenal book.

The President’s Bucket

I have a new essay in 3:AM Magazine called “The President’s Bucket.” It’s a hybrid piece that includes a dark fable. I wrote it at the invitation of Andrew Gallix for the journal’s ongoing “3:AM in Lockdown” series.

My contribution was the forty-fifth in the series, among artworks, writing, videos and more by a fantastic group that includes Joanna Walsh, Joseph Schreiber, Rachael de Moravia, Anna Vaught, and Steven J. Fowler. I’m finding it to be essential reading for two main reasons. First is that it shows of course the current state of the world during the coronavirus shutdown. But it also reveals how creative people are getting by, while taking care of themselves and their loved ones, while somehow generating new work.

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New novel drafted

I’m very happy to say I’ve finished the first draft of a new novel.

It’s about a wedding, a poisoning, a child revolt, and an alternate world. At least, that’s what it’s about for now. Some elements could change as I continue to read through and revise the book.

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Works in progress

I have a system. The one I was given. The one that was taken away. I live in between the two, developing others, which in turn develop systems within me.

So pieces develop. I find them here and there in the notebooks people have given to me over time. Years later the notebooks have things in them that I think I wrote. I definitely wrote them. But the people who gave them to me may have taken them back while I wasn’t looking. Because some of the things I find in them seem very unfamiliar.

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Notes on technique and feeling

As a writer, I take matters of style and technique as seriously as I think I should. I listen. I read. I review. I consider and reconsider.

But I am skeptical of all the capitalism deep inside the writing industry. So I sometimes don’t listen. Or read. I ignore. I dismiss and re-dismiss when I see writing advice re-tweeted.

But I did read a craft book by Douglas Glover and it helped. It’s called (ahem), “The Erotics of Restraint.” Subtitle: “Essays on Literary Form.” When I say it helped I mean one specific part of it helped. The very long but very good essay, “Anatomy of the Short Story.”

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Memories of books & past lives

recitation memories books

Early drafts of my story-reviews often start out very personal. A moment or two related to grief and family, which I first bend around a review of the book, then work to find a balance.

I’ve been writing these sorts of reviews since 2014 and as time goes on I like to check back to see how I handled finding this balance. I recently looked at my review and marginalia for Bae Suah’s novel, “Recitation,” translated by Deborah Smith. Continue reading

Keeping a private language

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Quantum entanglement is perhaps the loveliest phrase in English. That’s my humble opinion. I heard that at one time a survey revealed that among English speakers and non-English speakers researchers were somehow able to determine among the respondents the phrase “cellar door” was the most beautiful in all of English. How they decided, among every syllable and permutation possible, is a mystery, but I do recall some teacher in my past discussing this anecdote and its disappointing result — “cellar door,” this image that brings to mind the entryway to dimly lit dirty spaces.

If this kind of survey ever goes out to the world again, “cellar door” is going to have some newfangled competition in the form of “quantum entanglement,” this technical phrase that unlocks its beauty like a lotus, seeming to speak its exact meaning hinged with mysteries within mysteries from one clear syllable to the next. I’m sure it doesn’t speak the same kind of thing to other people. Everyone has their own pet phrases and secret languages from the past that evoke memories we’re happy to keep inside these personal worlds within words, and of course there are deep horrors locked in everyday language that we wish we could filter out completely.

I’m happy to stand up for the beauty I hear and feel in the possibilities inspired by the words quantum entanglement. But there are others I’ll never discuss. Like the secret tree language characters use in Christina Rivera Garza’s novel, “The Iliac Crest,” and as Yoko Tawada wrote in her novel, “Portrait of a Tongue,” as translated by Chantal Wright, “You don’t always want to share a language with the anonymous masses.”