This Saturday, December 10, I will be at local artist Jill Pilon’s studio in the afternoon as part of her collective holiday art fair. Copies of books will be on hand. The details:
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This Saturday, December 10, I will be at local artist Jill Pilon’s studio in the afternoon as part of her collective holiday art fair. Copies of books will be on hand. The details:
JILL PILON STUDIO
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I’m delighted to be “headlining” for the SFU Writers Studio Reading Series this coming Friday, November 11, at Take 5 Cafe in downtown Vancouver at Granville and Hastings. The event kicks off at 7pm with readings from an enticing list of other writers, including Ingrid Rose, and ends promptly at 9pm. I plan to read from Something About the Animal, and to wear (if I can find it) my white peace poppy.
I’m also thrilled to be reading at the downtown Vancouver Public Library branch on Wednesday November 23, 7:30 pm, as part of a Biblioasis evening hosted by the Incite reading series. The wonderful Rebecca Rosenblum will be there, as will Ray Robertson, whose latest nonfiction title, Why Not? Fifteen Reasons to Live is shortlisted for the Writers Trust Nonfiction Award.
And last but not least, I will be launching my new collection of poetry, Grace Shiver, published by Inanna Publications, at People’s Co-op Books on Commercial Drive the evening of Friday, January 27 (tbc). The book should be in my hands in a couple of weeks, and I can’t wait.
I’m excited to announce that David Gutowski of www.largeheartedboy.com has now posted my play list for Something About the Animal. This was a fun project to participate in, and there are lots of other interesting play lists to look at also on the site, so check it out here.
I was especially excited to see Laird Hunt and Brian Evenson’s lists on the site, as both these experimental fiction writers have been inspirational to me. I also studied poetry at Naropa back in 2003 with Laird Hunt’s partner, Eleni Sikelianos, a workshop I will never forget, in part because it involved inventing new worlds (why not aim high!) I was struck then, and still am, by how little alternative literary work (and literature in general) crosses the US-Canada border. So it’s great to see a cross-pollinated site like this one. Speaking of which, Rachel Rose’s Cross-Pollination Reading Series at the Vancouver Public Library is a notable exception to the rule. And also speaking of which I will be reading at the VPL this November as part of the Writers’ Festival Incite reading series, alongside Biblioasis’s Ray Robertson and Rebecca Rosenblum. Do come if you are in town.
This is the title of the novel I am currently reading, by Edward St. Aubyn–the brilliant, excoriating follow-up to his Patrick Melrose series–and is also the way I feel about the upcoming publication of my second collection of poetry, Grace Shiver, due out this October with Inanna Press. I will receive the galleys shortly and am excited to think of these poems finally coming into print.
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As I have known for a long time writing in a “difficult” way about “difficult” things is not an easy path. One or the other one can sometimes get away with, but rarely both, especially at the same time. Nevertheless I still do it, and will continue doing it, because that’s the way I write and what I have to say. Which doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot to learn; I just don’t plan on turning into anyone else. Unfortunately this doesn’t always go down well, not unexpectedly. The review of my book in the National Post last week made that clear. Nevertheless, I take certain aspects of it as a compliment. Clearly, Something about the Animal got under the reviewer’s skin, rattled him considerably. He also had to concede that I can write. I wish he had not misrepresented certain aspects of the book to potential readers, but on the other hand know that many of them will be perfectly capable of reading between the lines. » more
Well the sun is finally out here (at least for the weekend) and I’m looking forward to launching Animal at the Café Deux Soleils on Commercial Drive Sunday night. It’s also Italian Days on the Drive so the mood should be festive—especially if the Canucks win their game on Saturday night. The talented Phil DeMarsh will be playing some moody guitar music, my friend and fellow poet/writer Fiona Tinwei Lam will be MC’ing and the tenaciously independent (and very local) People’s Co-op Books will be hosting the book table. So if you are in Vancouver do come, 7:30 to 9:00 pm. Free admission! I will also probably be wearing lipstick (a rare event). » more
“It happened that green and crazy summer when Frankie was twelve years old. This was the summer when for a long time she had not been a member. She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world.”
— Carson McCullers, The Member of the Wedding.
“Miss Amelia was rich. In addition to the store she operated a still three miles back in the swamp, and ran out the best liquor in the county. She was a dark, tall woman with bones and muscles like a man. Her hair was cut short and brushed back from the forehead, and there was about her sunburned face a tense, haggard quality. She might have been a handsome woman if, even then, she was not slightly cross-eyed.”
— Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe.
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A lot has happened since my last entry. Something about the Animal has been released and I now have twenty copies of my own to paw with sweaty, eager hands (or preferably for other people to). I am now thinking about the Vancouver launch on June 5 (two days before my **th birthday) and exactly how much to ham it up. » more
Dear serious (and frivolous) ladies and gentlemen: welcome to my blog. As a writer of short fiction, nonfiction and poetry with a first collection of short stories out this spring, my intention here is to explore and examine short fiction, amongst other concerns, e.g. the world, along with writing in other genres (poetry, nonfiction) from a female, writerly and idiosyncratic angle and to refrain from gushing on too much about How Great it is to Be in Print (which, of course, it is, but that’s beside the point). Seeking a title and muse for this lofty enterprise I lit upon the marvelously fucked-up genius Jane Bowles and her irreducibly peculiar novel, Two Serious Ladies, published to praise and derision in 1943. In particular, I was drawn to Bowles’s use of the word “serious.” To quote Lorna Sage, “[Bowles] attached a special, semi-private meaning to the word ‘serious.’ For her, being serious meant risking the possibility that you were meaninglessly weird, an existential Calamity Jane… It also, however, meant writing with panache, hilarity and devastating insight on the very edge of that particular abyss.” My intention here is to write both with and about such very vexing and, perhaps, uniquely female forms of seriousness as they can be addressed through short stories in particular and literature in general, and along the way not take myself too seriously, in between being very serious indeed. I will begin by focusing on a series of stories written by a variety of serious ladies who both inspire and aggravate in equal measure, and in doing so hopefully uncover some interesting insights. I will also reflect on my own writing and reading processes, the fabulous, perilous enterprise of publication, and beyond that, the conundrums of making art that seeks both to unsettle and entertain. I hope to have fun, spark some interesting dialogue and make good use of the energy this space is. If any of this intrigues you, do check back.