Thursday, December 26, 2013

A TNBBC Twist on "Top 2013" Lists

For two years running, I've added my little spin on "Year End Best Of" lists. Rather than list my own favorite reads each year, I reached out to a bunch of authors - all of whom have appeared here on TNBBC in some way, shape, or form -  asking them to share with us their favorite reads. I thought it would be really cool to throw it out there again and see what they've been reading and enjoying this year....

The response was amazing and I am really exited to share them with you today. And without further ado...






The TNBBC Author Series: Top Reads of 2013



Ryan W Bradley

Best Fiction:

Orphans by Ben Tanzer

A true surprise. Tanzer somehow manages to be very sci-fi and very Tanzer at the same time. The result is unlike anything you've ever read in the science fiction genre or among Tanzer's catalog.



Best Poetry:

Life Cycle by Dena Rash Guzman

Every poem in this book is worth re-reading again and again. You know a writer's special when you finish reading their work and your first thought is "I want more."




Best "How Had I Not Read This Yet":

Plainsong by Kent Haruf

This book is so in my wheelhouse, how did I ever miss it? An editor I'm working with on my Alaska-themed story collection recommended it to me and I was instantly in love with the writing.



Ryan W. Bradley is the author of four chapbooks, a story collection, a novel, and two poetry collections, as well as a collaborative poetry collection written with David Tomaloff. His novella, WINTERSWIM will be released in December 2014. He has a shiny new website: ryanwbradley.com

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Mark R Brand


1) George Saunders’ Tenth of December (2013)

If I had to pick a favorite, and I don’t like to, but if I had to, this would be it for me for the year. Not only does every story in this collection swing for the fences, but it had my favorite short story of the year (“The Semplica Girl Diaries”) in it, as well. I got to interview Saunders last winter, and he’s just as charming, witty, unpretentious, and brilliant as his fiction. If you only read one thing this year, read Tenth of December.


2) James M. Cain’s Mildred Pierce (1941)

Despite its dull premise, Cain (who also wrote Double Indemnity and The Postman Always Rings Twice) managed here to write one of the most sharply mimetic female protagonists I’ve ever seen. Mildred, the down-to-earth and likable lead, is saddled with an exceptionally gifted daughter named Veda, with whom she has a turbulent relationship. Set in the tail end of the Great Depression, when economic hard times dragged into the better part of an entire decade (sound familiar?), I found this, and the novel’s eponymous main character, impossible not to like.


3) Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One (2011)

I was certain—absolutely certain—that this book was going to suck. After all: I AM a gamer dork from the late 1980’s, and I didn’t think any dopey parody of it was going to be able to tell me anything about those years and growing up at that time that I didn’t already know. I was so wonderfully, hilariously wrong. This book (and I read the audiobook version, narrated by Wil Wheaton of all people), had me laughing and smiling and giving myself unselfconscious air high-fives from almost page one. It also has a remarkably poignant dystopian message about net neutrality and the commodification of leisure. Highly, highly recommended for anyone who grew up in the 80’s. This book is like a little energon cube of fun.


Mark R. Brand is the author of the novels Red Ivy Afternoon (2006), Life After Sleep (2011), The Damnation of Memory (2011), and the collection Long Live Us. He is a two-time Independent Publisher Book Award winner and is the creator and host of the video podcast series Breakfast With the Author (available on iTunes). He teaches English at Wilbur Wright College, and is currently
completing his PhD at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.


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Giano Cromley

Tomorrowland by Joseph Bates
Curbside Splendor Publishing

The stories in Tomorrowlandare surprising and inventive, shot through with humor and wit, but never at the expense of its characters. As the title would suggest, the stories frequently take place in the near or distant future, but the irony is that Tomorrowland is all about the past. In "Mirrorverse" a husband uses a Multiverse Spectrometer to relive his failed marriage. In the title story, a man surveys the soon-to-be-demolished remains of a futuristic theme park, only to be haunted by the mannequin family that resides there. And in "Boardwalk Elvis" an Elvis impersonator has the worst professional day of his career as he suffers for his art. The characters in Tomorrowland seem to be trapped in the past, wondering how the future they'd once imagined ended up looking like this.

The Fiery Alphabetby Diane Lefer
Loose Leaves Publishing

The Fiery Alphabettells the story of Daniela Messo, raised by her father to be a mathematical prodigy in eighteenth-century Rome. Repudiated by a fearful church hierarchy, Daniela eventually takes up with a mysterious mystic, Giuseppe Balsamo, and the pair barnstorm eastward across Europe, in search of a higher truth. Told in an epistolary fashion, I had no idea what to expect when I cracked this book and I found myself continually surprised and delighted by Daniela's adventures, right up to the last page.

Orphans by Ben Tanzer
Switchgrass Books

Author Ben Tanzer brings his unique voice to the science fiction genre and the results are great. Orphansfollows the story of young father Norrin Radd, as he tries to support his family in a future where jobs and money are nearly impossible to come by if you weren't born into the right family. The future in Orphans is dark, so don't be fooled when I tell you this novel is also really funny. Ultimately, though, we see the cost exacted when people are put in positions where they'll do whatever it takes to make a better life for their families.


Giano Cromley's first novel, The Last Good Halloween, was released this fall. His writing has appeared in The Threepenny Review, Literal Latte, and The Bygone Bureau, among others. He is a recipient of an Artists Fellowship from the Illinois Arts Council. He teaches English at Kennedy-King College and lives on Chicago's South Side with his wife and two dogs.

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Tod Davies

Since I'm elbow deep in the writing of Jam Today Too: The Revolution Will Not Be Catered, the second in the Jam Today cookbook/memoir series, needless to say, I spend my evenings noodling over other people's food writings. Which I love. And the three that I seemed to love the most this year are, unusually for me, two that came out in the last few months, and, not unusual for me, one classic that's hard to find unless you haunt thrift stores (I do).

First: A Bushel's Worth: An Ecobiography, by Kayann Short (Torrey House Press). 

Man, I love those cookbook/farming memoirs. And Kayann, who is descended from farm families, writes lovingly and practically about her own life on a farm, hard at work and play with her partner John, just north of Boulder, Colorado. This book actually brought tears to my eyes with its descriptions of their travails and triumphs. And you need to read about the transport of an entire farm building from property being turned, inevitably, into tract housing...to Kayann's farm that is defending against its own disappearance into the same black hole. Funny, practical, and ultimately moving.

Second: A Commonplace Book of Pie, by Kate Lebo (Chin Music Press). 

Utterly charming. A postmodern book about pie by a poet who makes a mean crust. The cheerfully mad descriptions and the excellent recipes/tips make this the world's great gift book. The illustrations are terrific too.


Third: The Cooking of Vienna's Empire: Foods of the World, by Joseph Wechsberg (Time-Life Books).

 Back in the late 1960s, Time-Life published about a gazillion volumes of a series about foods of the world, and enlisted just about every great food writer of the period to help (M.F.K. Fisher! James Beard! Craig Claiborne!). But the best of the lot (and that's saying a bundle) is this one, by Joseph Wechsberg, who wrote the classic Blue Trout and Black Truffles. Absolutely amazing photography, evocative and classic, but that's just the icing on the cake of Wechsberg's precise and loving prose. I found this in a thrift store for 50 cents, which as you know, for a thrift store addict is ecstasy. What a find!

Tod Davies, editorial director of indie Exterminating Angel Press, is also the author of Snotty Saves the Day and Lily the Silent, both from The History of Arcadia series, and the cooking memoirs Jam Today: A Diary of Cooking With What You've Got and Jam Today Too: The Revolution Will Not Be Catered (June 2014). Unsurprisingly, her attitude toward publishing is the same as her attitude toward literature, cooking, and, come to think of it, life in general: it's all about working with the best of what you have to find new ways of looking and new ways of being. Find her and EAP at www.exterminatingangel.com.

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Heather Fowler


Satantangoby László Krasznahorkai
translated by George Szirtes
New Directions Press, 2012

This translation from Hungarian of Krasznahorkai’s work was recommended to me by a colleague as a peerless psychological novel. In many ways, it is exquisite, bringing to life a dark tale with apocalyptic intent via a long-form work that reads at once like a fable and a stylistically Eurocentric classic.  It’s a gorgeous effort in understanding human motivations—one that explores human pride, eccentricities, and desire via a surreal filter.  Transcendent. Another excellent New Directions release. 


TheDoor by Margaret Atwood
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt,  2007

After engaging with hundreds of pages of Atwood’s poetry this year, I ordered this, her most recent release, and was struck by the beauty of her concision, her ability to construct visual landscapes replete with their emotional savagery—year after year.  While Atwood is most frequently discussed as a fiction writer, it is her poetry I love with a burning love, feeling her poetics influence all her genres—and this book shows a masterful use of white space and imagery.  Any book that causes me to shed actual tears has a great chance at landing at my top of the year selections.  This did.  In addition, it includes a CD of the author reading the poems.  This feels like a private, unexpected and intimate treasure.


Small Beer Press, 2012

As a short story fanatic, one who enjoys magical realism, literary traditional, feminist, and experimental work—this collection blew me away.  Each piece is informed by its language, performs its own sacred act upon the reader.  I reviewed this book in ABR regarding its use of eroticism, but this book does far more.  Seldom do I read a collection with such an array of generative impulses and narrative styles—and the wildly creative originality of Johnson’s voice and style, as well as the beatifically executed text, made this a clear favorite in 2013.  



Heather Fowler is the author of Suspended Heart, People with Holes, and This Time, While We’re Awake.  Her new book Elegantly Naked in My Sexy Mental Illness, an illustrated collaborative collection with visual artist Pablo Vision releases from Queens Ferry Press in 2014.  Please visit her website at www.heatherfowlerwrites.com



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Kim Henderson

The Oxford Book of Japanese Short Stories, ed. Theodore W. Goossen.  

This semester, I chose stories from this collection to teach in my fiction workshop.  My goal was to discover new work, rather than automatically selecting what I knew well.  I sat down to see what the anthology had to offer, fighting my urge to start with the Murakami story I knew would be great.   Hours later, I still had not emerged from the book.  I blinked at the now dark room turned unfamiliar by the stories that had just jarred me out of any reading rut. I haven't had quite that experience since I read my first fiction anthology as an undergraduate.  There is such a range of stories in this book.  "Toddler-Hunting" by Kono Taeko will leave you feeling a bit scarred, a bit sick, a bit mesmerized; "The Peony Garden" by Nagai Kafu feels like Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants" (but maybe better?), like a mountain of a story lies beneath what we are shown; many of the stories feel like novels in their breadth and scope.  But I think what stunned me into getting lost in this book is that many of the endings are messy and unresolved, that these stories mimic life all too uncomfortably--there is no urge to tidy up here.  This anthology showed me something new, or something I'd forgotten about.

Big World, Mary Miller.  

I had read Mary Miller's chapbook of short-short stories, Paper and Tassels, in the Rose Metal Press anthology They Could No Longer Contain Themselves, but did not retain the author's name.  Then at The Letters Festival in Atlanta this November, I heard her read from her upcoming novel about an evangelical family hoping to chase the apocalypse across the U.S.  Afterward, I bought a copy of Big World.  


You could get into a fight with your significant other, check into a cheap motel, and sit down with a fifth of whiskey, a pack of cigarettes, the movie Blue Valentine, and a copy of Big World, and have the best of bleak evenings, replete with relationships that have overstayed their welcome, beautiful yet self-destructive and indifferent girls and women, lots of bad decisions, and a general lack of satisfaction from characters who aren't willing or able to muster up whatever it takes to try to change.  Miller knows exactly what to put on the page and what to leave off.  What she chooses not to include keeps you thinking about these characters who are all too quick with a harsh, wry remark, who learned long ago to guard their deepest truths.


I may not have come across this book had my old professor (Daniel Mueller) not gotten in touch with me recently.  I am so glad he did, and that I got a copy of his new book.  This collection of stories is wonderfully daring, direct, brutal, and beautifully written.  Mueller's sentences alone are admirable enough, but these characters and the unflinching honesty with which they are written take the collection to the next level. Also, the endings often push the stories into unexpected places--characters are turned inside out during the beginning and middle of the story, but at the end, a scalpel is taken to their hearts as Mueller reveals the complicated, unnamable intricacies that drive them.  Some of these stories could easily find themselves in The Best American Short Stories anthology, and they deserve that wide a readership.


Kim Henderson is the author of The Kind of Girl, which won the Seventh Annual Rose Metal Press Short Short Chapbook Contest.  Her stories have appeared in Tin House, H_NGM_N, Cutbank, River Styx, Chamber Four, The Southeast Review, New South, and elsewhere. She lives with her husband on a mountain in Southern California, where she chairs the Creative Writing program at Idyllwild Arts Academy.

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David David Katzman


The Man Without Qualities is a Modernist masterpiece. An expansive book of ideas yet an intimate view into Austrian society, circa 1913. The writing (in translation from German) is erudite and sophisticated. The view into the psychology of the numerous characters is rich and insightful. The overall critique of both Austrian and human civilization is profound and sharp. 

The Last Novel is a quick, easy, charming, sad, profound, surprising, humorous, angry, erudite, critical, clever, bitter, energetic, thought-provoking, challenging, heavy, light, experimental non-novel. An impossible to categorize work, The Last Novel is such a fast read that you've no excuse for not giving it a try. 


What a wonderful book. Part essay, part travelogue with a smattering of fiction, it's an indescribable blend of humor, sadness, quirk and love.





David David Katzman has published two novels, Death by Zamboni, an absurdist satire, and A Greater Monster, a multimedia psychedelic fairytale, which won a gold medal as “Outstanding Book of the Year” in the 2012 Independent Publisher Book Awards and was a Finalist in the Fantasy genre of the 2012 Indie Excellence Awards. In 2013, the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography published an illustrated collection of his letters entitled The Kickstarter Letters. He has performed as an actor and improviser throughout Chicago and has been interviewed by numerous bloggers.

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Kathe Koja

My three books this year are variations on a theme:




THE RECKONING, Charles Nicholl
DOCTOR FAUSTUS, Christopher Marlowe

Research can be a lot of things: a compunctious duty, a heavy slog - or a dance. 2013 is my year of Dancing with Marlowe, most definitely a dance in the dark, as I collaborated with an actor (Steve Xander Carson) and a writer (Carter Scholz) on, first, an immersive performance of Marlowe's evil-haunted FAUSTUS, and (in progress) a fictional examination of Marlowe as poet and spy.

These tangoes were masterfully enabled by the steely work of Charles Nicholl, who investigates, then obliterates, the received wisdom on the death of Marlowe (stabbed in a sordid brawl in a crappy tavern? Not so much); and the panoramic, emotionally perspicacious A.L. Rowse's view of Marlowe in the context of his world and his work.

And the man himself, in glitter of his wit and the chill of his vision, threw open the doors to Hell itself, with doomed and clever John Faustus its victim and our guide. Never has poetry been so delicious, so ferocious, never has the darkness been so - well, say it - fun. Watch your step, let's go! https://vimeo.com/79721391  


Kathe Koja's novels include THE MERCURY WALTZ (forthcoming January 2014), UNDER THE POPPY, THE CIPHER, SKIN, BUDDHA BOY, and HEADLONG. Her work has been optioned for film and adapted for performance. Her company Loudermilk Productions creates site-specific, immersive events. http://www.kathekoja.com/ (and FB and Twitter).

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Lavinia Ludlow


In fast-paced flash fiction, location often takes the backburner; however, when Burrow Press recently released 15 Views Volume II: Corridor, location took center stage. In 15 Views, thirty writers deconstruct the stereotypes associated with two of Florida’s most misrepresented cities, Orlando and Tampa, by presenting honest, intimate, and fleeting glimpses of the local human condition. These stories are not postcard snapshots of resort beachfronts or Epcot Center, but drama-laden accounts of shattered dreams, inescapable poverty, and atrocious violence. Full review here




Lavinia Ludlow is a musician and writer currently residing on the West Coast. Her debut novel alt.punk can be purchased through major online retailers as well as Casperian Books’ website. Recently, her sophomore novel Single Stroke Seven was signed to Casperian Books as well. Follow her reviews, news, and other tidbits over at: http://ludlowlavinia.wordpress.com/

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Courtney Elizabeth Mauk




My favorite book of 2013. Luna creates her characters with such empathy, and they had me completely hooked. Plus, the premise is right up my alley: squatters in the Lower East Side in the mid-1990s, doing battle with the city. I moved to NYC less than a decade later and yet so much had changed. The New York in this book is both foreign and familiar, and I fell deep inside. I didn’t want to leave, not for one second.



When the bodies of four young women were found along a stretch of Long Island beach in 2010, the emphasis in the media was on whether or not a serial killer was on the loose. The victims themselves, all four involved in online prostitution, became footnotes. In this book, Kokler gives the women names; he traces the trajectory of their lives; he wonders about the circumstances of their deaths; and he makes us care for them deeply. 


The Palace of Wasted Footsteps by Cary Holladay

Holladay is a writer who should be more widely read—her stories are odd and dark and funny and not quite like anything else. I first read her O. Henry-winning story “Merry-Go-Sorry” in college, and it has stuck with me—haunted isn’t too hyperbolic a word. I don’t know why I didn’t get my hands on this collection sooner.




Courtney Elizabeth Mauk's second novel, Orion's Daughters, will be published by Engine Books in May. Her work has appeared in The Literary Review, PANK, Wigleaf, and Five Chapters, among other venues. She is author of the novel Spark (Engine Books, 2012) and teaches at the Sackett Street Writers' Workshop and Juilliard. More information can be found at www.courtneymauk.com

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Kathleen Rooney

At the Autopsy of Vaslav Nijinksyby Bridget Lowe (Carnegie Mellon UniversityPress, 2013)

This book of poems is a total page-turner, and one of the ways that Lowe makes you want to turn the pages is by interweaving several series throughout the book, including ones on the actress Sean Young, on Victor: the Wild Boy of Aveyron, and, of course, on the Russian dancer Nijinsky. Learned without being pretentious, witty without being cheaply clever, she’s a master of the leitmotif and these seemingly disparate pieces end up cohering into a beautifully unified whole.


Black Apertureby Matt Rasmussen (Louisiana State UniversityPress, 2013)

Over here http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/246196#articleat the Poetry Foundation web site, I have 2,178 words about what a brilliant book this is (and you don’t have to take my word for it; it was up for the National Book Award). But in a sentence: this collection, a decade in the making, is about its author’s brother’s suicide—“A hole is nothing / but what remains around it”—a subject he handles with anger, sorrow, and perhaps most effectively humor.

Citizen Jby Daniela Olszewska (Artifice Books, 2013)

A book of poems in five sections that mixes lineated pieces with prose ones, this collection follows its protagonist who “refuses to keep things / classy” as she traipses through a landscape that seems part Soviet and part American. Intoxicating in its wordplay—sometimes “j” is “babushkaed” and other times she “feels the gore ball bouncing up against her sternum in time to the special broadcasts”—the book looks at what it means and how it feels to be a citizen in a time beset by lowgrade terror and highgrade absurdity. 


Kathleen Rooney is a founding editor of Rose Metal Press and a founding member of Poems While You Wait . She is the author of six books of poetry and nonfiction, including Robinson Alone (Gold Wake Press, 2012) and the critical study Reading with Oprah: The Book Club That Changed America. Her debut novel, O, Democracy!, is forthcoming from Fifth Star Press in Spring 2014. 

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Caleb J Ross


#1: The Cost of Living by Rob Roberge
I’ve been a fan of Rob Roberge since 2006 when my college professor, Amy Sage Webb, gifted a signed copy of More than They Could Chew. I was immediately hooked. Reading The Cost of Living, published about 7 years after my initial introduction to the man’s work, was such an exciting experience. I hadn’t been that entranced by a book since 2012’s #1 choice, The Orphan Masters Son by Adam Johnson. And I don’t just mean an intellectually satisfying experience. I mean physically.


#2: S. by J.J. Abrams and Doug Dorst
Like most people, I came to S. by way of a quick and easy seduction. In terms of eye candy, S. is a book like none other. In fact, I made an initial reactions video about the bookafter having read only 60 pages, not necessarily because I was confident that the book would ultimately satisfy, but because the book’s unique visual storytelling component--margin notes, multiple readers, postcards and photos and other such trinkets actually stuffed within the pages--warranted a few minutes of geeking out.

Truthfully, the book ultimately didn’t deliver on its storytelling promise quite like I had hoped it would. But no matter. S. is such a unique execution, and as I mention during my full-length S. review video, still has some substantial storytelling merit meaning it deserves to be on this list.


#3: Gulp by Mary Roach
I learned from this book that fecal transplants exist. Yes, a fecal transplant is exactly what it sounds like. Also, that Budweiser, according to Sue Langstaff, a sensory consultant to the brewing industry for twenty-plus years, is “an extremely well-made beer. It’s clean, it’s refreshing.” Though I won’t bring up the idea that beer drinkers don’t necessarily want “clean” and “refreshing,” I was taken aback perhaps simply by the defense of Budweiser. I just never hear that.







Caleb J. Ross has a BA in English Literature and creative writing from Emporia State University. His fiction and nonfiction has appeared widely, both online and in print. He is the author of five books of fiction and is the creator of The Burning Books Channel, a YouTube channel featuring humorous book reviews, literary skits, writing advice, and rants. Visit his official page at http://www.calebjross.com.

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Matt Rowan

By George Saunders 

Of Tenth of December, Mary Karr recently noted: "The title story may be the best American story since Hemingway's 'The Snows of Kilimanjaro' or O'Connor's 'A Good Man Is Hard to Find.'" 
I wholeheartedly agree. Tenth of December is a truly remarkable read. 
But before I get to my gushing, I should make clear It's a short story collection (as are all of my top three favorites of the year). Its characters inhabit the strange worlds of Saundersian syntax and aberrant (but still within reach) settings, characters who are often flawed but redeemable. Characters whose tales often reach a pivotal point of choice, and the redemption or calamity that ensues based on these choices (The first story, "Victory Lap," manages to encompass the choices of three characters simultaneously). 

I've joked that most of these stories were originally published a good several years (and in one case, as far back as 1996) in various magazines before they were brought together in this collection. Yet if there's anything to be said for collage, I think this book should stand a testament to that. The themes of each story play off each other well, combining elements that are cheerful and comic while often presenting something dark and unsettling at the very same time. I was disappointed Tenth of December didn't ultimately get selected winner of the National Book Award, but it's impressive that a short story writer (and almost exclusively a short story writer) found his book among the finalists at all, so I'm glad for that. It might usher in a new era, in which collections are given their due alongside the more highly regarded novel. 


By Lindsay Hunter

Lindsay Hunter is another author who understands the value of voice in her fiction. I like character. I like the idea of people telling me things that are inherently biased, and therefore truthful. You don't imagine most of Hunter's characters are giving you the entirety of the situation, whatever it is. It's nice to think that they aren't worlds unto themselves and there are things outside of their understanding, which is tacitly understood. In Don't Kiss Me there are countless examples of characters with their litany of flaws, sometimes falling into the camp of the depraved. There's a woman who has a relationship with a child of 10 in "My Boyfriend Del" -- and in which Hunter really walks the fine line between a believable situation and one that's utterly outlandish and absurd (it's balanced very well).  There's a family of mutants living in a post-apocalyptic world in "After."  There's a very Lindsay Hunter take on pulp detective fiction in "Our Man." And there's so much more to keep your attention, so much intensity to each piece featured. Most of the stories are very short, but one of Lindsay Hunter's great gifts is she can say so much with so few lines.


Rob Walsh

This book truly feels like it came from another place in time, maybe another planet, but also another place in time. Like belonging to a strange Gothic era of another race elsewhere in the galaxy, say for example. The story "The Seven Seas" -- allusions in it to the collection's title -- is a tremendous, delirious take on the pirate and a pirate's life. Walsh's work is absurd in the tradition, I believe, of writers like Beckett and Walser, with a bit of the fabulism of the Brothers Grimm for good measure. He takes you to dark places, places in which people's motivations are more obviously self-serving, if there's sense in them at all to be found. It's a really good example of the kind of work you see coming from smaller presses, work that might not make the cut at a larger publishing house but through no fault of its own quality. 


Matt Rowan is author of Why God Why. He lives in Chicago. See more of him at literaryequations.blogspot.com

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Matt Salesses



I'm cheating a little here. I've got one book that came out this year, one that will come out in January, and one that came out a while ago, but it's sequel came out this year (so I'm fudging by including both!).



Laura van den Berg's Isle of Youth is the best story collection of the year, no offense to George Saunders. Maybe you read and loved her last collection? There's even more to love here.






Mary Miller's novel, The Last Days of California, is my most recent read here. The book comes out in January. Mary Miller has maybe the most sure voice I know of, like she knows exactly who she is on the page.






Maile Meloy's books for children were the most fun I had this year, especially her first, The Apothecary. The sequel, The Apprentices, is also great, but I miss the voice of the first. Meloy has some amazing books for adults, too. But these changed the course of my reading this summer and sent me on a binge of children's/young adults' books that convinced me YA has it figured out.





Matthew Salesses is the author of I'm Not Saying I'm Just Saying. Find him at @salesses.



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Andrew F Sullivan


Don’t Kiss Me by Lindsay Hunter


“See, we had seen Dee, we’d seen her a lot, but back then we had our eyes on all the girls, and over time it got to be hard to see how losing one was such a tragedy.”

I read this while driving back to Canada from South Carolina this summer. Driving through America is like travelling through the phases of an empire, the rings around the cities giving away to decay and abandonment as you travel from one metropolis to another. Hunter’s stories seem to inhabit these desiccated circles, her characters’ voices chipped and scuffed by time and smoke and hurt. They live. There’s spittle stuck to the pages and blood underlining certain words. Not all of it is mine. Every story in here is another accident waiting to happen.



Crapalachia by Scott McClanahan

“We pass the torch of life for one another like runners in the night. I WILL forever be reaching for you. PLEASE keep reaching for me. Please.”


Authentic is a bullshit word used to sell yogurt and the garbage I found in my attic on Etsy. It’s a word that gets thrown out a lot with this book, but I don’t think McClanahan is making any claims about the “authentic” nature of his experiences. Human might be a better word, but that still carries the scent of bullshit on its wings. Terrifyingly, cripplingly human—I will use those adverbs to describe this book. The horror. It reminded me a lot of Harry Crews’ A Childhood, so McClanahan is doing something right. This is probably the book I will give to people who won’t realize they truly needed it until they are finished.



The Alligators of Abraham by Robert Kloss

“And so many sons dead, and buildings burned and cities cindered. And these fields where bodies lay mounded for the hogs to root. And the blood-stained lockets of lovers clasped in cold hands. Entire towns were diminished. And no longer did anyone care, on either side to fight any further. Yet the war continued—“


A fever dream of America, a great suffering rendered into vicious, stunning prose. Technically it came out last November, but I didn’t get around to it until the spring. I annoyed a lot of people over the last few months talking about this book. This is one of my favourite books of the year because I want more Robert Kloss, more seas of buffalo, more abandoned expeditions, more gators rising to devour children in the middle of the night. I am selfish like that. This is a book I will return to again and again because the stories are still open wounds, unstaunched.


RIP Mud Luscious Press.



Andrew F. Sullivan is the author of All We Want is Everything (ARP Books, 2013), one of The Globe and Mail's Best Books of 2013. You can find him at www.andrewfsullivan.com 

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Ben Tanzer



We the Animals by Justin Torres

Near feral in its intense bursts of family instability.




Raymond Carver Will Not Raise Our Children by Dave Newman

Newman knows true.







The Temple of Air by Patricia Ann McNair

What it means to live, and mostly cope, with things missing in our lives, hands, parents, children, breasts, love, that are at times violently taken from us, and other times more subtly so.






Ben Tanzer is the author of the books My Father's House and You Can Make Him Like You, as well as, the forthcoming Orphans and Lost in Space, among others. Ben also oversees Publicity and Content Strategy at Curbside Splendor and day to day operations of This Zine Will Change Your Life. He can be found online at This Blog Will Change Your Life the center of his growing lifestyle empire.



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Holy end of the year lists, huh?! Thanks again to each and every author who submitted their favorite reads, and I hope they haven't crushed your TBR piles too badly. Oh screw it, yes, yes I hope they did! I hope their lists made you rush out of the house in your new slippers and christmas pj's in a mad attempt to get them all.....

I look forward to watching what these authors are reading (and writing) in 2014! Happy holidays, everyone!

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Audio Series: Brian J Bromberg


Our audio series "The Authors Read. We Listen." is an incredibly special one for us. Hatched in a NYC club during BEA week, this feature requires more work of the author than any of the ones that have come before. And that makes it all the more sweeter when you see, or rather, hear them read excerpts from their own novels, in their own voices, the way their stories were meant to be heard.


Today, Brian J Bromberg reads us the entire second chapter of his new release Falling Up. Brian is a comedic writer living and working in New York City. As an Emmy-nominated children’s writer, he has penned ten television scripts, one movie, 12 books, several video games and apps, live event scripts and more exclusively for children. This juvenile experience has given him much grist for the mill in his more life-lampooning, adult-oriented work, which has featured in literary magazines, short story collections, Bromberg’s stand-up comedy act, and off-air creative for Comedy Central, MTV, Spike TV, and Paramount Pictures. Falling Up marks his first novel for – er, um – adults. It is available for purchase at brianjbromberg.com/ and at amazon.com.






Click the soundcloud link below to experience Falling Up as read by author Brian J Bromberg:





The word on Falling Up:

Gregg Freeman is living the American Dream ... in reverse. For he can't be the Great American Writer of his dreams unless he feels sufficiently tormented enough to have something to say. But that's his problem. He's too comfortable to have anything to say. Instead, he's got a high paying corporate day job, a sexy pseudo-girlfriend, a posh New York City apartment, and as such, complete and total Writer's Block. So when his best friend Alvaro drunkenly suggests the Muse of Misery best inspires artists, Gregg takes him at his word, embarking upon a systematic campaign to destroy everything in life that has plagued him with stability, comfort, contentedness, or joy. His job? His bank account? Sex? Sobriety? All of it must go. The worse his life, the better his work. But how far will Gregg allow himself to fall so that his creativity may rise? Pretty damned far, as it turns out. For it's hard to hit rock bottom when you believe you're Falling Up.
*lifted with love from goodreads

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Melanie Reviews: A Cute Tombstone

A Cute Tombstone by Zarina Zabrisky

48 pages
Published by Epic Rites Press, 2013


Guest review by Melanie Page


This book definitely has shelf appeal: put it facing out on the stands in a bookstore and people would buy it for curiosity alone. On the cover stands a blond woman. Her hair looks wet or greasy and partially covers her face, but she is mid-dance in high heels on one of those tombstone benches, the kind designed so you can sit and chat with your dead relatives. Did I mention she’s naked? I’m not sure if this picture is of Zabrisky, but it could be. The publisher noted that the "naked' cover of the book is the limited edition version.

There are only two pieces, a short poem called “The Hat” and the main story. Before the poem is a beautiful black-and-white picture of a woman in a giant, fluffy black hat with bows on it. The woman herself is quite attractive and put together. In the poem, the hat first represents love, but the hat might disintegrate or be the woman herself (without a head) or be put on a man’s head or the woman’s head (it fits at first but then it doesn’t) until we’re uncertain what the hat means, as if there cannot be love because we don’t know what it means.

Following the poem is the long story “A Cute Tombstone,” preceded by another black-and-white picture of a woman in simple clothes. Her portrait is beautiful, but comes from the era when smiles in pictures were not welcome, so she looks unhappy or mournful instead. In this title story, a Russian woman who moved to the U.S. 11 years prior gets the call that her mother has died in Russia. The narrator reflects on the ease of death in the U.S. and that shoppers at Costco can sample nuts, buy Cheerios, or purchase a coffin. Before the mother died, Russia represented crazy, decadent summers of parties and friends for the narrator, but when she returns to make the funeral arrangements, she can’t help but note that everyone winks, the traditions try to overpower the individual’s wants, and there are always smells in the air that are unfamiliar to Americans: fish pies, vodka, raspberry marmalade. In this way, Zabrisky produces the experiences of a Russian through the lens of an American.

American readers see what’s unusual, and the details are enough to make the story’s setting and characters vividly “other.” When the narrator heads to a funeral portrait business to get her mother’s photo enlarged to put next to the closed casket, she notices the displays of others’ funeral portraits: “I imagine their lives: At six, they probably played with German trains and tanks—war souvenirs. At eighteen they were getting married in dresses made from curtains, airy veils and ill-fitted military uniforms—the women pregnant already.”


Zabrisky’s story is smooth and melodious. It’s important to read the punctuation carefully, the words slowly, to get the full poetic effect. A sentence may begin positively and end in a new place. You won’t be lost; she’ll lead you there, but if you read too fast, you’ll find you’re trying to gulp down your specially-made meal.


Bio: Melanie Page is a MFA graduate, adjunct instructor, and recent founder of Grab the Lapels, a site that only reviews books written by women (www.grabthelapels.weebly.com).

Friday, December 20, 2013

Dave Newman's Guide to Books & Booze


Time to grab a book and get tipsy!

Back by popular demand, Books & Booze, originally a mini-series of sorts here on TNBBC challenges participating authors to make up their own drinks, name and all, or create a drink list for their characters and/or readers using drinks that already exist. 

Today, Dave Newman wants you to get drunk for all the right reasons, and he shares two special drinks for the occasion!


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GETTING DRUNK FOR ALL THE RIGHT REASONS
or DRINKING WITH TWO SMALL BIRDS 

Let’s get drunk! The world is a terrible ball of violence and indifference spinning so fast and wide we can barely stand up. People hate each other. There’s too much arguing and not enough fucking. The job you work is not the job you want to work and the pay is terrible.

I saw a woman shout-down another woman in line at the grocery store because the one woman, dressed in sweatpants and looking exhausted with a young kid on her hip, was buying brand-name Mountain Dew with her foodstamps instead of some lame-ass off-brand that lacks bubbles and tastes like syrup.

I’ve spent a lot of time in sweatpants since I’ve had kids and I still feel exhausted even though my kids are too big to be carried around on my hip.

While I’ve often been broke, I’ve never been on foodstamps, but I believe in them, and I believe in welfare, and I believe in kindness, and I believe in supports, and I like my brand-name Mountain Dew too.

I dislike motherfuckers.

I dislike people who abuse those who need compassion.

I hate how Walmart treats their employees and I hate myself for shopping at Walmart but I shop at Walmart all the time because they have the best price on Coke Zero and I’d drop over without the fucking caffeine.

I love caffeine.

I’m guzzling it right now.

I love energy drinks but energy drinks are expensive.

I have my Coke Zero from Walmart. It’s ten in the morning and I’m on my fourth can. I’m about to make a cup of tea. I’ll drink five of those before I get back on the Coke Zero.

Now I’m wired. Really. I’m about to tweak.

So let’s get drunk. If it’s okay with you, let’s get drunk and talk about my book. If you purchase a copy and say some nice things, I’ll even let you buy me the next round.

Dan Charles, the main character in my novel, reads Walt Whitman the way some people read the Bible. He’s in his twenties and he’s obsessed with being a writer. He works three jobs. He attends college. When he can, he gets drunk with his older brother, John. John works endless hours selling industrial parts and has to drink with his clients and his boss and he wants out. He wants to drink for fun in bars and maybe get laid. John wants to pay off his student loans and the credit card he charged all his college textbooks on. John wants to be happy. Dan wants that too. So they dream of starting a business. To get money for that business, Dan takes a job as an over- the-road truck driver. Bad shit ensues.

People drink terrible things in my book, rotgut wine and warm beer, cheap vodka in cheap orange juice, lots of domestic drafts. It’s not PBRs in some hipster bar. It’s light beer on draft at a bar filled with old men and people who suffer from mental illness buying their booze with silver change from a plastic bag reinforced with duct tape.

If you want to be sympathetic to the characters in my book, you should drink Coors Light. Join the macro-brew revolution, it’s huge. I hate cans but a can would be better. The more metallic the taste, the more sympathetic you’ll be. You can clean the metallic taste out of your mouth with a fistful of pills. Remember, my main character is a truckdriver and he has to be awake and ready to drive at all hours of the day. Score some speed. Score some Adderall. Or hit the local truckstop and load up on Truckers Luv It, the go-to over-the-counter speeder for professional drivers. Truckers Luv It is ephedrine and some other stuff that isn’t as important as the ephedrine. Seriously, ephedrine is great. It’ll stop your heart right on the highway.



So that’s my sympathetic drink, Coors Light can and some Truckers Luv It. Let’s call it a Trucker’s Speedball. Here’s the recipe:

TRUCKERS SPEEDBALL:
1 Coors Light, can
6 Pills, Truckers Luv It

If you want to read the book and not stop your own heart, I’d recommend a Hoegaarden on draft from my kegerator. My wife bought me the kegerator for Father’s Day a few years ago and it paid for itself in a couple months. Great investment. I get to drink fancy beer on draft for the price of cheap beer in bottles. I love it. Frosted mugs are available in my freezer. I like my Hoegaarden a little sour and I like to be healthy so I squirt a couple shots of lemon juice in each beer. It tastes great and I’m pretty sure I’ll never get scurvy.

Let’s call this drink a Frosted Newman. Here’s the recipe:

FROSTED NEWMAN
Hoegaarden, frosted mug
2 squirts Real Lemon lemon Juice

Frosted Newmans are available whenever you arrive but don’t arrive too often or I’ll never get any writing done, thanks. 

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Dave Newman is the author of the novels Two Small Birds (Writers Tribe Books, 2014), Raymond Carver Will Not Raise Our Children (Writers Tribe Books, 2012) and Please Don’t Shoot Anyone Tonight (World Parade Books, 2010), and the collection, The Slaughterhouse Poems (White Gorilla Press, 2013). He’s worked as a truck driver, a book store manager, an air filter salesman, a house painter, and a college teacher. More than 100 of his poems and stories have appeared in magazines throughout the world, including Gulf Stream, Word Riot, Smokelong Quarterly, Rattle, Wormwood Review, Tears in the Fence (UK), and The New Yinzer. He has been the featured writer and on the cover of both 5AM and Chiron Review. Anthologies include Beside the City of Angels (World Parade Books) and The Autumn House Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (Autumn House Press). Newman has won three chapbooks prizes. In 2004, he received the Andre Dubus Novella Award. His work has been recently optioned for film. He lives in Trafford, Pennsylvania with his wife, the writer Lori Jakiela, and their two children.
 
www.davenewmanwritesbooks.com

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Pete Anderson's Would You Rather

Bored with the same old fashioned author interviews you see all around the blogosphere? Well, TNBBC's newest series is a fun, new, literary spin on the ole Would You Rather game. Get to know the authors we love to read in ways no other interviewer has. I've asked them to pick sides against the same 20 odd bookish scenarios. And just to spice it up a bit, each author gets to ask their own Would You Rather question to the author who appears after them....



Pete Anderson's
Would You Rather


Would you rather write an entire book with your feet or with your tongue?
I'm not even sure how tonguewriting would work, so I'll say feet. And my footwriting probably wouldn't be much more illegible than my pathetic handwriting already is.


Would you rather have one giant bestseller or a long string of moderate sellers?
Moderate sellers, because that would mean that I've been able to maintain the ability to write well, enough so that people actually want to keep reading. So I'll settle for long-term middling notoriety and modest income. Besides, let's face it: all kids dream of someday becoming a midlist author.


Would you rather be a well known author now or be considered a literary genius after you’re dead?
History is littered with dead geniuses who starved during their lifetimes. So, well-known author. Hell, I'll even settle for vaguely-familiar author.


Would you rather write a book without using conjunctions or have every sentence of your book begin with one?
If I'm already abandoning punctuation (see below), I'd better hang onto conjunctions. My toolkit is already pretty limited. Imagine the opening lines of some of the great works of fiction had their authors used the conjunction approach: "And call me Ishmael." (As if the narrator had just been offended by being called Dipshit.) "Or it was the best of times, it was the worst of times." (As if Dickens really had no idea at that moment how to describe the times, but would be more than happy to spend the next 800 pages trying to figure it out, via approximately 432 colorful characters.) "But Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins." ("...you don't really think I'm that old, do you?")

Would you rather have every word of your favorite novel tattooed on your skin or always playing as an audio in the background for the rest of your life?
My favorite novel is Knut Hamsun's Hunger, which even at only about 200 pages has enough words to make it too painful to be tattooed onto my body. I'll go with the audio, preferably narrated by Donald Sutherland.

Would you rather write a book you truly believe in and have no one read it or write a crappy book that comprises everything you believe in and have it become an overnight success?
I have a comfortable lifestyle and enough money to live on, so I don't need a soul-destroying blockbuster. And if nobody else reads my beloved novel, at least I can read it myself during all of the spare time gained from not being interviewed by Oprah or Entertainment Weekly.

Would you rather write a plot twist you hated or write a character you hated?
Hated character. Because if he is capable of inspiring true hatred, he must be extremely well-written. Every writer dreams of creating a character that vivid and real, even if loathsome.


Would you rather use your skin as paper or your blood as ink?
Using blood as ink, I wouldn't be writing for very long, nor doing much of anything else. So I'll say skin as paper, even if that means having to write in several areas where nobody would ever want to read.


Would you rather become a character in your novel or have your characters escape the page and reenact the novel in real life?
Escaped characters. I'm always visualizing my characters acting out my narrative, even though that often results in frustration over not being able to adequately translate the visual into written words. Maybe I should have been a filmmaker?


Would you rather write without using punctuation and capitalization or without using words that contained the letter E?
The letter E is a vital component to my writing (that's four e's already in this answer! no, seven! no, nine! argh!) so instead I'd go without punctuation and capitalization. I could get by without punctuation by replacing all periods and commas with line breaks, which is the only way I could ever write a War and Peace-length novel.


Would you rather have schools teach your book or ban your book?
Having your book taught in schools gives you a guaranteed audience but, if you're someone like Nathaniel Hawthorne or John Milton, it also eventually gives you multitudes of bitter adults who curse and grit their teeth at the mere mention of your name. By contrast, getting your book banned usually turns you into an iconic hero. So ban me.


Would you rather be forced to listen to Ayn Rand bloviate for an hour or be hit on by an angry Dylan Thomas?
Is Dylan buying all of my drinks? If so, he can hit on me as much as he wants, even angrily, because I can't imagine Rand buying. And I couldn't listen to her for even five minutes without a quart or two of liquid patience.


Would you rather be reduced to speaking only in haiku or be capable of only writing in haiku?
Speaking in haiku
People stop talking to me
Ah, blessed silence.


Would you rather be stuck on an island with only the 50 Shades Series or a series in a language you couldn’t read?
If well-written, the foreign language series would be worth the trouble of deciphering, and even undeciphered it could be enjoyed simply for its pleasant sounds and rythyms. I can only think of 50 Shades being useful for one purpose, and for that I can simply use my imagination instead.


Would you rather critics rip your book apart publically or never talk about it at all?
Neither. Anyone who doesn't praise my brilliant book to the high heavens, but instead rips or ignores it, is obviously an idiot, and not worth my concern or anybody else's.


Would you rather have everything you think automatically appear on your Twitter feed or have a voice in your head narrate your every move?
I would offend far too many people with the brain-to-Twitter interface, leading to social ostracization or even physical violence. I already talk to myself all the time anyway, so having every move narrated by a voice in my head would be an easy transition.

Would you rather give up your computer or pens and paper?
Both are essential. I need the slower pace of pen and paper to compose. But I also need the computer to edit once that handwritten mess has been typed up, and also to send my manuscript to prospective publishers. I can't really count on the U.S. Postal Service to be in existence for the rest of my writing career.

Would you rather write an entire novel standing on your tippy-toes or laying down flat on your back?
My failed attempt at distance running this past spring tells me that tippy-toes would soon have me in such excruciating pain that I'd never be able to write. So although laying down flat on my back usually puts me right to sleep, that will have to do. The novel may have to consist entirely of one-page chapters, each quickly jotted down before I doze off.

Would you rather read naked in front of a packed room or have no one show up to your reading?
Kind of a moot point, because if I was naked, the room wouldn't be packed for very long anyway. After a few minutes the only audience members remaining would be those yelling at the management or waiting for the police to arrive.


Would you rather read a book that is written poorly but has an excellent story, or read one with weak content but is written well?

I'm always a sucker for that one perfect line of lyrical prose that sticks in my head, but over the course of an entire book all of that lyricism isn't worth much if it says nothing. So excellent story it is. 

And here is Pete's response to Matt Salesses' question from last week:

Would you rather have a terrible TV series made of your book or write for a terrible TV series?
Either way, my good name would be associated with a terrible TV series, so I'll go with the former. That way I'd get a nice option payment without having to do any more writing work, leaving me free to sit at home and deny I had anything to do with the whole hideous abomination.


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Check back next week to see how Jessica McHugh answers Pete Anderson's question:

Would you rather be Holden Caulfield or Scout Finch? 

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Peter Anderson's debut novella, Wheatyard, was published earlier this year by Kuboa Press. His short stories have appeared in many fine venues, including Storyglossia, THE2NDHAND, RAGAD, Midwestern Gothic and the collections On the Clock: Contemporary Short Stories of Work (Bottom Dog Press, 2010) and Daddy Cool: An Anthology of Writing by Fathers For & About Kids (Artistically Declined Press, 2013). A financial professional by trade, he writes fiction to ease the crushing monotony of corporate life. He lives and writes in Joliet, Illinois.
(Publisher link: http://kuboapress.wordpress.com/kuboa-series-2/)

Monday, December 16, 2013

The Audio Series: Michael LoCurto


Our audio series "The Authors Read. We Listen." is an incredibly special one for us. Hatched in a NYC club during BEA week, this feature requires more work of the author than any of the ones that have come before. And that makes it all the more sweeter when you see, or rather, hear them read excerpts from their own novels, in their own voices, the way their stories were meant to be heard.


Today, Michael LoCurto reads an excerpt from his book To SeaMichael is a New Yorker—born in Shirley, MFA’d in Southampton, and currently lives in Brooklyn.  To Sea is his first novel, and Smith Point Press's debut.  He is currently working on his second novel, Significant Lives, due for a 2014 release.  For more information, please visit smithpointpress.com.






Click the soundcloud link below to experience To Sea as read by author Michael LoCurto:






The word on To Sea:

The sea is dead—fishless—and Long Island fisherman Jon Brand is to blame. With his greed of overfishing for years—he is surely the cause of the current famine. According to Jon Brand, that is. Elea, Jon’s wife, sees things differently. An oceans-worth of famine cannot be pinned down on one man alone. And she wishes Jon would man-up and find work inland if the sea can no longer provide for the family. But Jon has faith in the sea. His sea. And he cannot simply turn his back on Her. To Sea explores numerous beaches spanning across the Island where Jon seeks the answers of his fate—of his dry ocean—of his God. But the sea is silent. Time after time. Visit after visit. And with each trip to a differing shoreline passing, Jon finds himself closer and closer to a life changing revelation: To land, or, to sea.
*lifted with love from goodreads

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Drew Reviews: Hangwire

Hangwire by Adam Christopher
2.5 Stars - Recommended Lightly
364 pages
Publisher: Angry Robot
Releasing: Jan 2014

Guest review by Drew Broussard 


The Short Version: Strange things are happening in San Francisco.  There's a serial killer on the loose, a guy who teaches ballroom dancing who doesn't seem to age, and the circus has just come to town - and, as it turns out, all of these things are connected to a couple of old gods and a power from beyond the stars...
The Review: I haven't read Empire State or The Age Atomic - but I love the concept of these alternating version of our world and Adam Christopher's gotten some great buzz because of those books.  So when given the opportunity to take a crack at his newest book, I thought "why not?" One has to get started with a new author somehow, might as well be now.
But this book - set in present day San Francisco, with flashbacks to a whole span of times between the present and 1869 on a darkly mysterious world tour - felt less like a place to start and more like something I shouldn't be reading yet.  That is to say, it felt like a draft - the marks of the story were there, roughly sketched out of the marble of inspiration... but there was no definition to it, no smoothness.
There's quite a lot going on in this novel, which I think is to its detriment considering the relatively short running time. The back of my proof mentions that it's set to clock in at 400 pages and while that's not a short book, the level of character development here feels like that of a shorter novel.  And the plots are numerous (all leading, as you can no doubt expect, to a single culmination) and while Mr. Christopher seems at times to be managing to keep most of the balls in the air, a reader realizes pretty quickly that, in that sort of sickening way where you can see a trick or stunt start to go wrong, he has in fact launched too many too quickly to sustain more than a few passes before something drops.  We have old gods, we have cosmic entities, we have normal young people who work for a blog (oh San Francisco), we have a serial killer, we have these incessant (and far too numerous) flashbacks to an apparently timeless quest... Oh, right, we also have Ted's sleepwalking thing which may or may not coincide with the serial killer and is also wrapped up in the old god thing and also, and also, and also.  There's a lot going on but I felt like I didn't have the time to really invest in any of it.
Speaking of investment, the characters here are in service of the story - not the other way around.  I couldn't tell you what any of them really looked like, although Benny was Asian and Bob a surfer dude, Zane sort of schlubby, Ted like a Ted Mosby... etc etc.  It's all one-note - here's a single defining characteristic and it will be clung to like a life raft, for each character, without exception.  It felt like the character we spent the most time with was Joel... but I don't understand why we spent so much time with him.  I didn't need to see every little cut scene of him going after another piece of whatever it is he's apparently searching for - even though sharp readers will pick out pretty quickly a) who he is and b) what he's doing, which begs the question of why Christopher felt that there was anything new to be told or developed by showing yet another moment of him "following the light."  Yeah, sure, the 'stakes' (such as they are) raise a little bit as those interludes progress, but not enough to justify what felt like a hundred pages (out of a 400pg novel) of them.
All of this having been said, you can tell that Christopher has a terribly fertile imagination.  The fact that he puts all these plots into motion at the same time belies a desire to tell BIG stories that pull on his varied interests (his bio mentions Pertwee Doctor Who, The Cure, The Beatles, tea, and superheroes) - and I dig that.  Man, do I ever dig that.  And I think that's what disappointed me most as this story went on.  I wanted to follow the serial killer story, directly.  I wanted more time with the gods and their stuff.  I even, cliched and overused as it has become as a plot device, wouldn't've minded more time tied directly into the circus plots.  Each of these stories was cool - but together, there was just too much going on for anything to hold my interest and instead I just sort of... eh.

Rating: 2.5 out of 5.  I never shook the feeling that I was reading a still-nacent draft of this novel.  For better or worse - does it mean that there's more to be mined from this story?  Or does it just mean that this one didn't quite ever get there, wherever where is meant to be?  Christopher is a smart writer and excited by what he's coming up with (you can feel the excitement in the writing) but that excitement never left the page, never transferred to me as a reader.  Also, I should note: no one in America calls them prawns.
Anyway.  I'm not turned off of wanting to read Christopher's other work and I'm not particularly against this book in any way - I just never really got into it either.
Drew Broussard reads, a lot. When not doing that, he's writing stories or playing music or acting or producing or coming up with other ways to make trouble.  He also has a day job at The Public Theater in New York City.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Matt Salesses' Would You Rather

Bored with the same old fashioned author interviews you see all around the blogosphere? Well, TNBBC's newest series is a fun, new, literary spin on the ole Would You Rather game. Get to know the authors we love to read in ways no other interviewer has. I've asked them to pick sides against the same 20 odd bookish scenarios. And just to spice it up a bit, each author gets to ask their own Would You Rather question to the author who appears after them....



Matt Salesses'
Would You Rather


Would you rather write an entire book with your feet or with your tongue?
Tongue. Feet are disgusting.

Would you rather have one giant bestseller or a long string of moderate sellers?
Long string. Seems better for one's career and probably for one's mental health. Unless you stopped writing after the giant bestseller.

Would you rather be a well known author now or be considered a literary genius after you’re dead?
Now. There's no pleasure in death. One might always be “rediscovered.”

Would you rather write a book without using conjunctions or have every sentence of your book begin with one?
Option 1. I've seen option 2 done before.

Would you rather have every word of your favorite novel tattooed on your skin or always playing as an audio in the background for the rest of your life?
Either way you end up hating that book, right? Audio, but only because I'm a baby about needles. I'm sure the tattoo would be more sane.

Would you rather write a book you truly believe in and have no one read it or write a crappy book that comprises everything you believe in and have it become an overnight success?
Option 2. I'm not planning on only writing one book, so some financial success would be welcome once I turned back to “serious” writing.

Would you rather write a plot twist you hated or write a character you hated?
Character. I think it's fine to write hateable characters.

Would you rather use your skin as paper or your blood as ink?
Blood. I have this thing about skin.

Would you rather become a character in your novel or have your characters escape the page and reenact the novel in real life?
I'd rather enter the novel. I don't want the responsibility of creating real people.

Would you rather write without using punctuation and capitalization or without using words that contained the letter E?
Punctuation and capitalization. that's the way a lot of tweets go anyway

Would you rather have schools teach your book or ban your book?
Teach. Who would want their book banned, really?

Would you rather be forced to listen to Ayn Rand bloviate for an hour or be hit on by an angry Dylan Thomas?
Dylan Thomas, though my answer might be different if I were of the fairer sex.

Would you rather be reduced to speaking only in haiku or be capable of only writing in haiku?
Writing. I guess there's always dictation.

Would you rather be stuck on an island with only the 50 Shades Series or a series written in a language you can't read?
50 Shades. I like reading!

Would you rather critics rip your book apart publicly or never talk about it at all?
Rip. On the sales side, it seems pretty clear that no news is bad news.

Would you rather have everything you think automatically appear on your Twitter feed or have a voice in your head narrate your every move?
I already have number 2.

Would you rather give up your computer or pens and paper?
Pens and paper! I can't handwrite!

Would you rather write an entire novel standing on your tippy-toes or laying down flat on your back?
Lying on my back would not be too much of an adjustment.

Would you rather read naked in front of a packed room or have no one show up to your reading?
Have no one show up. Good heavens.

Would you rather read a book that is written poorly but has an excellent story, or read one with weak content but is written well? 
Hard to understand option 2. Written well means strong content, so I take that one.

Here is Matt's response to the question Nick Antosca asked him last week:

Would you rather give up writing (all writing, not just fiction but grocery lists and emails, etc) or sex for the rest of your life, if you had to choose between the two?
I would give up writing and find a good dictation app. I'm blowing a kiss to Siri right now.


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Check back next week to see how Pete Anderson answers Matt Salesses' question:

 Would you rather have a terrible TV series made of your book or write for a terrible TV series?

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 Matthew Salesses is the author of I'm Not Saying, I'm Just Saying and The Last Repatriate. He has written for The Good Men Project, The New York Times Motherlode blog, NPR Code Switch, Glimmer Train, The Rumpus, Hyphen, and others.