FROGS, A Leap Year Reading at A Novel Idea on Passyunk
A collaborative Leap-Year Reading & live podcast recording with our friends Mason Jar Press, & Dead Rabbits Books. Saturday, Feb 29th at 7 pm.
Read MorePosted by Atticus Review | Feb 24, 2020 | The Attic
A collaborative Leap-Year Reading & live podcast recording with our friends Mason Jar Press, & Dead Rabbits Books. Saturday, Feb 29th at 7 pm.
Read MorePosted by Evelyn Deshane | Mar 23, 2017 | Creative Nonfiction
Nonfiction by Evelyn Deshane.
Read MorePosted by J.R. Solonche | May 5, 2016 | Literary Matters
I read the title. I read the first line. If they are identical, I skip it. I find the last line....
Read MorePosted by Hunter Sharpless | Nov 11, 2014 | Literary Matters
For David Foster Wallace—a writer who, three years ago, I would have been loathe to cite as the bedrock of this essay (more on that below)—good fiction, and for our purposes I think it is safe to say good art, was all about a communal clash—sometimes rough, sometimes smooth, sometimes both, usually inflected with dynamism not only in form but in content and trajectory—what he calls, later in this interview, the artist giving the reader “imaginative access to other selves.” But it’s also about something else: a dramatic reversal. Sometimes the reversal is of the reader’s expectations, sometimes the reversal occurs in the heart of a character, but wherever it happens the most important part is that it occurs as an experience for the reader. “I had a teacher,” DFW says in the same interview, and I’ll substitute the word art for fiction, “that used to say good art’s job was to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” I think that’s lovely.
Read MorePosted by Lee Klein | Aug 19, 2014 | Literary Matters
The first thing Adam did when presented with a splendiferous world, uninhabited by anyone else, was start naming shit. Later his descendants grouped everything that had a name into categories. As far as I know, no other animal on the planet categorizes every element of existence. It’s one of the things that makes us human. We come to terms. Per Darwin, we evolved from amphibians into something like apes until we became humans capable of posting brief responses online about the novels we’ve read. I’ve done this since 2007 on Goodreads. I’ve left a trail of thoughts to follow whenever I feel like I’ve forgotten every book I’ve read over the past seven years. Now that Atticus has made my novel The Shimmering Go-Between available for human categorizing pleasure, I’d like to see what I mean by a few literary labels that, more often than not, might be slapped upon it.
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