Lit Review(ish): WHO IS MAUD DIXON?

In which I do a rough courtroom sketch This won’t be a full review, as I’ve written for other, similar novels like Bunny and The Girls; I’m saving that for an Actual Publication I’ve spent some months trying to battering-ram my way into. (If I succeed, you’ll know.) But I can’t not comment here onContinue reading “Lit Review(ish): WHO IS MAUD DIXON?”

Farewell, Charlie

A brief remembrance This evening we lost someone I was definitely not prepared to say goodbye to. I mean, I knew we were going to be coming to terms with this generation of artists parting ways with us bit by bit (we already have), but I expected to have Mr. Watts around for a whileContinue reading “Farewell, Charlie”

Never Write a Hasty Review or You Will Live to Regret It

In which I CANNOT let it be (naked) Last week I read Juliet, Naked, a novel by the illustrious Nick Hornby. It’s the third novel of his I’ve read (if you don’t count State of the Union as a novel), the first two being High Fidelity and About a Boy. Given that Hornby has madeContinue reading “Never Write a Hasty Review or You Will Live to Regret It”

More poetry!

In which new lit is lit 🔥 Ciao tutti— The lovely new lit mag Journal of Erato dropped its second issue today, entitled Hometown, in which my poem “Me and Mike #3” is featured. It began life as a fragment, a half-thought-out meditation on being away from familiar places and people. Then I realized itContinue reading “More poetry!”

Clemens > Dickens

In which I match, or mismatch, wits I just reread The Adventures of Tom Sawyer after quite a number of years, possibly predating the last time I read Huck Finn. Not only is the prose as precise and entertaining as ever, this time around has elucidated something I’ve long struggled with concerning certain contemporaries ofContinue reading “Clemens > Dickens”

In the Garage with the Revolver

Or, a breakdown This is the last spiel about a record turning 55, I swear. It’s my boys and it’s maybe their greatest album (the case has been made) and it’s one I’ve come to really love as an adult and I had to. Song I’ve loved from the start: “I’m Only Sleeping” Song IContinue reading “In the Garage with the Revolver”

New Habits from Pandemic Me

Or, a year and a half in additions, subtractions, and alterations Sending messages just to say hi when I think of people, with no expectation of a reply Writing things down immediately when they cross my mind, meaning there are post-its all over my room & I sometimes wake up to a Notes app fullContinue reading “New Habits from Pandemic Me”

Happy birthday, Jerry!

Or, an honorary transitive commemoration Jerry Garcia would have turned 79 today. Eight days from now, 9 August, will mark the 26th anniversary of his death. This span of time is a sacred period for certain people in my life, so I didn’t want to let the day go by without acknowledging it. I myselfContinue reading “Happy birthday, Jerry!”

From Köln Cathedral

• I nearly set fire to something yesterday out of laziness lying on the floor in the little room I’d rented on the outskirts of a city even stranger than the one I was trying to call home. Even the word home carries a note of strangeness now, as if I am only just discoveringContinue reading “From Köln Cathedral”