NEws, Reviews, Thoughts
New novel, Biloxi, out May 21, 2019. Available for preorder now!
18 Dec: 12 New Books for Winter
17 Nov: Jean Rhys, My God
6 June: New Cover
And we have a jacket.
Always Happy Hour, January 10, 2017
6 June: 9 Books to Read With Your Sis
Thanks to Joanna Novak for including The Last Days of California on this list:
http://www.bustle.com/articles/162181-9-books-to-read-with-your-sister
http://www.bustle.com/articles/162181-9-books-to-read-with-your-sister
25 FEB: Cities I’ve Never Lived In
It’s hard to talk about love. It’s as if it closes when we’re not experiencing it and becomes impossible to recall.
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How beautiful Eli looked. Once he learned he was beautiful he would become less beautiful. It was the way it surprised you, really, the way it hid, then bloomed.
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He said, I made so many mistakes. It was as if I was a different person watching myself make mistake after mistake.
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We fall out of love only to fall in love with a duplicate of what we’ve left, never understanding that we love what we love and that it doesn’t change.
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Two cherries! she said. She’s happy, he thought. I’m happy was the next thought, followed by the unfamiliar recognition of joy, the discomfort in it, the panic. Will it leave me? How to make it not leave me? Thinking that if he pretended it wasn’t there, it wouldn’t leave.
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Do you feel this way? I would ask the woman. And, if she seemed kind and gentle enough, I might have asked her if we had to continue on. How long do we do this? I would ask, thinking that, if there was a set time, it might feel possible.
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I remembered other cities I had visited. How difficult it would have been to live in those places, and how difficult it was to be a stranger in a city. When you travel it is the same–first you know one street, then you learn another, then you go someplace else, until the city unfolds in your mind.
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How beautiful Eli looked. Once he learned he was beautiful he would become less beautiful. It was the way it surprised you, really, the way it hid, then bloomed.
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He said, I made so many mistakes. It was as if I was a different person watching myself make mistake after mistake.
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We fall out of love only to fall in love with a duplicate of what we’ve left, never understanding that we love what we love and that it doesn’t change.
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Two cherries! she said. She’s happy, he thought. I’m happy was the next thought, followed by the unfamiliar recognition of joy, the discomfort in it, the panic. Will it leave me? How to make it not leave me? Thinking that if he pretended it wasn’t there, it wouldn’t leave.
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Do you feel this way? I would ask the woman. And, if she seemed kind and gentle enough, I might have asked her if we had to continue on. How long do we do this? I would ask, thinking that, if there was a set time, it might feel possible.
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I remembered other cities I had visited. How difficult it would have been to live in those places, and how difficult it was to be a stranger in a city. When you travel it is the same–first you know one street, then you learn another, then you go someplace else, until the city unfolds in your mind.
18 FEB: The 37
New short fiction up today at Joyland Magazine: http://www.joylandmagazine.com/regions/south/37
