Hey, ya’ll. It’s Friday, so I made a musical playlist for your enjoyment.
January 9, 2015
“You know what the lit community needs more of? HYPE. I know, I know–but seriously, instead of another anticipated list, I figured it would be more befitting to share cover art, quotes, an assortment of content from eagerly anticipated titles forthcoming in 2015. These are the sorts of books the CCM/Entropy community swoons over and here’s the first in what I hope will be a recurring series.” –Michael J Seidlinger
FSG Originals | Available 4/14/2015
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A searing new collection from the inimitable Amelia Gray.
A woman creeps through the ductwork of a quiet home. A medical procedure reveals an object of worship. A carnivorous reptile divides and cauterizes a town. Amelia Gray’s curio cabinet expands in Gutshot, where isolation and coupling are pushed to their dark and outrageous edges. These singular stories live and breathe on their own, pulsating with energy and humanness and a glorious sense of humor. Hers are stories that you will read and reread—raw gems that burrow into your brain, reminders of just how strange and beautiful our world is. These collected stories come to us like a vivisected body, the whole that is all the more elegant and breathtaking for exploring its most grotesque and intimate lightless viscera.
Widen those eyes and have a look at some of my favorite lines from the book, some videos, and excerpts from interviews:
“In the back of the cabinet, over the plates, there was a portal through which I viewed a windowless void of a continuous ecosystem. I could almost hear it breathing.” — from “House Heart”
“It had been a memorable date after such a long line of failures. Turns out they had hidden the same punk tapes in the back of their closets as teenagers and had always secretly wanted to work as photographers for nature magazines.” — from “In the Moment”
“When he buys you a drink, plunge a penknife into his nose and carve out a piece.
“When he asks you to take it down a notch at the Christmas party, pour wine into his ear and drink what drains out.” — from “Fifty Ways to Eat Your Lover”
“We ended up in the Days Inn in Corpus. Kyle examined a road map in his underpants while I took the bucket to the ice machine. A crowd of tourists were standing in the laundry room. They were speaking languages.” — from “These Are the Fables”
“He rested his head against the billboard. He heard in the protests of the steel a message from the mechanized world. He thought it was a love song, but he was mistaken.” — from “How He Felt”
“The gods decided that, once a year, they would have a weeklong contest and allow the one person who felt the most grief over the loss of a loved one to have that loved one return.” — from “A Contest”
An excerpt from Premonition by Etel Adnan (Kelsey Street Press):
The sun refuses to set. We wonder if continents aren’t themselves big animals unsure of their future; feeling to be abandoned children. Matter is the beginning and the end. Spirit is sweat rising to the surface of things, meant to be more audible than known, more vanquished than dead. And spirit floats, sometimes among clouds, and at other times sits in front of us, and we mistake it for a stranger. Fear arrives on four feet and leaves standing, having felled its victim.