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Tweet I. Where Poe’s arduous Arthur Gordon Pym is concerned, a completely satisfactory answer to a simple central question would push into proper position the tumblers of the complex combination lock its text has always seemed: is Pym constructed as a work of realism or as fantasy? It seems all critical analyses of . . . → Read More: Magical Realism’s More Complete Mimesis in “The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym” Tweet …and somehow I forgot to mention it on my own fucking webpage. I tweeted it. I Facebooked it. I posted it in the obscurer depths of a Nine Inch Nails message board, but I never mentioned that the interview is actually available online. Below, is the full-text. But I think the magazine probably wants you . . . → Read More: Amoskeag Interview Went Live… Tweet The multiplatform, multimedia extravaganza that was 2007’s Year Zero Alternate Reality Game brought a new creative medium to the attention of thousands, perhaps millions—people who, by and large, had no previous experience with such things. Alternate Reality Games are curious things: interactive, but largely constructed as a vector to deliver an already composed narrative to . . . → Read More: Another Version of the Truth: The Alternate Reality Game as Ergodic Literature Tweet Once, in a workshop, I was pressed by a shockingly hostile roundtable of peers to explain why, precisely, it is that I write. Within the cobwebby cortex of my brain, a number of fragmented imaginings popped and fizzed like fireworks as, aloud, I moved through a series of speech disfluencies—“uh,” “well,” “you know,” . . . → Read More: I Am Trying to Break Your Heart Tweet Interstitial art of any sort—that art which falls between the established boundaries of popularly accepted genres or even entirely disparate artistic media—is and has always been difficult to process for critics and audiences alike. Sterne’s Tristram Shandy—a text some might dub the most famous work in the history of interstitial literature—was, for instance, less than . . . → Read More: The Reunion of Broken Parts: On the (Inexplicably) Underhyped Writing of Alex Rose Tweet There’s really no such thing as “job security” for most waiters or writers. The closest approximation is to make yourself a man or woman in demand. After a five-and-a-half-year tenure at the restaurant I simultaneously run and serve for, I’ve built up a fairly respectable client base. And, though our establishment has made it abundantly clear . . . → Read More: Why You Should Be Buying Literary Journals Tweet EXPLANATIONS Sesquipedalism.com exists for three reasons, unless of course you count sheer vanity—then its purpose is fourfold. First and foremost, Sesquipedalism.com is here because writing is about communication. Writing is about interiority: the feeling that you are inhabiting the consciousness of someone else, or that someone else is inhabiting yours; the feeling of “getting” someone, . . . → Read More: The Success of the Venture Depends on You (No Pressure) Tweet Top 50 Stories 1. “The Book of Irrational Numbers”— Michael Marshall Smith 2. “The Depressed Person”—David Foster Wallace 3. “The Aleph”—Jorge Luis Borges 4. “Keepsakes & Treasures: A Love Story”—Neil Gaiman 5. “Safety Man”—Dan Chaon 6. “A Fable with a Photograph of a Glass Mobile”—Kevin Brockmeier 7. “Little Expressionless Animals”—David Foster Wallace 8. “What Happens . . . → Read More: Top 50 Stories Tweet Top 50 Novels 1. The History of Love—Nicole Krauss 2. Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close—Jonathan Safran Foer 3. The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break—Steven Sherrill 4. You Remind Me of Me—Dan Chaon 5. The Contortionist’s Handbook—Craig Clevenger 6. House of Leaves—Mark Z. Danielewski 7. The Time-Traveler’s Wife—Audrey Niffenegger 8. The Sirens of Titan—Kurt Vonnegut 9. . . . → Read More: Top 50 Novels Tweet One sure way to feel like flat cola in a wax cup, baking under July sun, is to wait six months and read what you’ve written. Revisit your own congealed feelings, words which have suffered the linguistic equivalent of an expiration date. One absolutely sure way to feel like broken teeth in mottled gums is . . . → Read More: On Collected Poetry |
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