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by Andrea Racine
on Fri, Apr 5, 2013 at 3:52 PM
April is National Poetry Month and Brooklyn is celebrating. You should celebrate too because you love Brooklyn and you love poetry and you love Brooklyn poetry. You love all those things, right? Of course you do. But if those aren’t good enough reasons, there is also the fact that the 23rd is Shakespeare’s birthday. So what better time to get down with some mead (and by mead I mean beer) and some poetry? So this month, check out a few of these events and really get into the spirit of April.
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by Jonny Diamond
on Wed, Feb 6, 2013 at 12:29 PM
The magic of storytelling (and booze).
Dear Writer Types, (and those of you who know and/or love writer types)
With an elemental regularity not dissimilar to the annual flooding of the Ganges-Brahmaputra Delta, our beloved short fiction contest, Literary Upstart, is happening once again this spring, for the ninth year in a row, in Brooklyn, New York. Specifically, at the most wonderful PowerHouse Arena, in DUMBO (go there now and buy books, you jerks).
In order for the contest to be its usual highbrow/lowbrow fun-time spectacular, we need your submissions of short fiction NOW. If we like yours, you'll end up reading it in front of the fanciest NYC literary people who ever lived, all for a chance at fame and riches. For more details, see below.
David Foster Wallace's notes on Don DeLillo. You can't do this if you read on your iPad.
I had a creative writing teacher in college who, to be quite honest, I'd never really respected that much because all of the short stories she assigned had clearly been culled from the MFA program she'd just finished a year before, and even though they were very good short stories and worth reading, it wasn't an original list and you really got the feeling —or at least I really got the feeling—that each story was the only thing that she had read by any of the authors. It was like she made us a mix that was comprised of "Space Oddity" and "Two Weeks" and "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "Empire State of Mind" and "Kiss" and "Sweet Jane" and "Creep" and, I don't know, "Let It Be" and those are all perfectly good songs and maybe totally representative of all of the artists who sing them but they are not really very interesting choices for someone to make when putting together a mix. Like, at all.
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by Lauren Beck
on Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 2:14 PM
Just a quick reminder about tonight's Pussy Riot event. On the eve of the final verdict for Maria Alekhina, Nadezhda Tolokonnikova and Ekaterina Samucevich—the three 20-something women arrested for "hooliganism motivated by religious hatred" when staging a brief public protest against Russian President Vladimir Putin at a Moscow church—Riot Grrrl pioneer JD Samson, along with art teacher and historian Robert Lieber, have organized a reading to show support of the band.
A slew of writers and activists, including one Chloe Sevigny, will read the touching closing statements of the detained women, as well as some of their prison letters and translated observations from people inside the court room during the trial. The event's free and open to the public (and also set to stream here), making it incredibly easy to show support just like Paul McCartney. At the very least, it'd be good to take a moment to acknowledge the freedoms so many of us here in the States take for granted.
The when and the where: Liberty Hall at the Ace Hotel (20 W 29th St), doors at 7:30pm, FREE and open the the public. Visit freepussyriot.org and/or follow @freepussyriot on Twitter for more info on the trial happenings.
Finished? Unfinished? Decide at Regina Rex tonight. Photo courtesy Regina Rex Gallery.
Friday, July 20th:
Performance & discussion: Triple Canopy, Amaranth Borsuk and Erica Baum
Billed as The In-Between, this evening with author-artists Borsuk and Baum, in collaboration with LA-based Siglio Press, will challenge various standards of artistic forms and mediation. One look at Borsuk's recently published Between Page and Screen should evidence that these folks are posing proper questions—and that 'in-betweens' are ripe places for probing. 155 Freeman Street, doors at 7pm
In this 12-artist exhibition with organizational roots in Miami, a particular moment in the creative process will adhere the works on display: a moment one might describe as incomplete completion. Spearheaded by artists Alexandra Hopf, Odalis Valdivieso and Marcos Vallela, with critical endorsement by Rene Morales, Associate Curator at the Miami Art Museum. 1717 Troutman St., 7-10pm
While recent solo shows at Slag have featured a lot of abstract figures, this show of works by Claudia Chaseling will feature abstracted plants and landscapes. Also, according to the press release, radioactive poisoning factors into this somehow. 56 Bogart St., 6-9pm
For this savory group exhibition, curatorial wiz Janet Kurnatowski has gathered works on paper by about 20 artists from her fathomless roster. 205 Norman Ave., 7-9pm
So many axonometries in a design that is hardly axonometric. Image courtesy Storefront for Art and Architecture.
We mentioned a thing or two last week about galleries going heavy on group exhibitions come summertime, and about how at times these tendencies can make for some savory exhibitional treats.
Two similarly deep group exhibits opening this week—though not quite the 'gallery roster' genre, given the fonts of their artist lineups and greater conceptual probities—sound very similarly promising. They also dovetail with one another by dint of architectural bases.
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Mar 13, 2012 at 12:00 PM
The Franklin Park Reading Series' motto is to be "provocative, poignant and hilarious," curator Penina Roth said at last night's third-anniversary reading. She brought it up after Shalom Auslander read. Dressed in a denim-colored shirt, buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, Auslander, with his mop of curly graying hair, looks like he used to write for Rolling Stone in the 70s, even though he was only born in 1970. "I don't know why people come to these things," he said as he took the microphone. "It seems kind of sad." (Auslander loves to bemoan the travails of book-promotion.) The self-professed misanthrope's debut novel, Hope: A Tragedy, tells the story of a present-day upstate New Yorker who finds Anne Frank alive and hiding in his attic. It's philosophically cutting—he read a lengthy section on the perniciousness of optimism—but also funny, as the neurotic narrator frets over the trouble he could get into (in the eyes of history or worse, his mother) if he reported the old woman. And then there're just sentences like, "'Blow me,' said Anne Frank."
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Nov 15, 2011 at 1:55 PM
Colson Whitehead
Electric Literature curated a line-up at the Franklin Park Reading Series last night that included some literary heavies: Jim Shepard, Colson Whitehead, and Ben Greenman. But they were upstaged by a pair of up-and-comers. Matt Sumell, who was referred to Electric Lit's editors by a friend, lived up to his introduction as "brutal, hilarious, and heartbreaking." He read a story called "Toast," which he said was inspired by advice from Jim Shepard to "follow your weird." "No one likes this story," he said. "No one will publish this story." But the audience, even larger than usual, adored it; with a page and a half left, he asked if he should finish the story, to which the crowd responded with a resounding yes. The story, which Sumell read with dry perfection, was packed with comic dialogue, clinical and mean descriptions born of astute observation, as it chronicled a relationship, a break-up, and the aftermath.
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, Oct 20, 2011 at 1:08 PM
Colson Whitehead didn't just read from his new novel at Greenlight last night—he first delivered a long, autobiographical comic monologue that traced, from childhood to present, how he became a writer. He described his younger self as a shut-in. "I would have preferred to be a sickly child," he said, "but it didn't work out that way." At home, he read comic books and Stephen King novels, watched The Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits. He wanted to write "the 'black' Salem's Lot." In college, he read more high-brow 20th century stuff and lived the writer's life—just without the writing. "I wore black," he said. "I smoked cigarettes."
After graduation, he snagged a job at the Voice, which he said has changed since, though one thing has remained constant: "whenever you were there was its heyday; whenever you left, it was downhill." He started out writing about television, branching out with more assignments until he was confident enough to start writing fiction.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Oct 12, 2011 at 3:13 PM
Jonathan Farmer, left, with David Levithan
David Levithan sees little of himself in the main character of his latest novel, Every You, Every Me. "He's really messed up," he said last night at a panel of YA authors hosted by Powerhouse Arena called "Falling Apart, Coming Together." The absorbing book, on which Levithan collaborated with the photographer Jonathan Farmer, tells the story of Evan, a psychologically unstable teenager who lost his best friend and has recently begun receiving ominous photographs that provoke his longing for her—and his guilt over what happened.
Levithan enlisted Farmer to help him with his idea for a "photographic novel": Farmer would send the photos one by one, around which Levithan would construct the story, never sure where he was going next. He wouldn't let Farmer read any of it so that the narrative wouldn't influence his photographs; it took five years to finish. ("We did many other things in the interim," Levithan said.) The photos are printed in the book, often in rich four-color—28 all together, or roughly one for every person who came out to Powerhouse.
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Oct 11, 2011 at 1:56 PM
Blake Butler
Scott McClanahan gave a reading last night at Franklin Park that few who witnessed it will soon forget. Taking the microphone, the West Virginian spoke in a panting monotone, like a terrified child, but it turned out to be part of a masterfully calculated persona; this was a reading, not a recitation. He ended by walking away from the podium and moving into the crowd, speaking without amplification, playing a bagpipe song on a portable recorder that he'd later toss to the ground, exhorting us all to join him again next year to the day, "alive and not dead, alive and not dead," and promising, I think, that we'd meet again that night, in our dreams. It was rousing, unifying, and unforgettable, less like a short-story reading than a secular sermon—less written in advance than passed down on the spot from some Holy Spirit of literature.
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by Jonny Diamond
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 1:19 PM
In the spirit of reflection and atonement—tis the season, after all—a few select writers and performers will recount some of their biggest regrets of the year tomorrow night, live, onstage, for your amusement. The likes of Starlee Kine, Ben Greenman, A.J. Jacobs—and yours truly—have been invited to read at "With Regrets," an evening of confessional storytelling hosted by Jessica Chaffin and Jessi Klein, under the broader auspices of 10Q, Greenman's online high holiday interrogatory machine (just click on that link).
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by Lauren Beck
on Tue, Sep 20, 2011 at 4:19 PM
The New Yorker Festival announced a late addition to the lineup yesterday, a family reunion to end all family reunions: a panel reuniting the cast of the prematurely canceled cult comedyArrested Developmentwith series creator Mitchell Hurwitz. Screw the forever-circulating rumors of a movie, this is for real happening; maybe the best surprise in a week full of surprise announcements (apologies to Radiohead and The Shins). Moderator and New Yorker television critic Nancy Franklin will navigate the "exclusive" family get-togehter set to feature all the Bluths — Jason Bateman, Will Arnett, Michael Cera, David Cross, Portia de Rossi, Jeffrey Tambor, Jessica Walter, Alia Shawkat and dear sweet Tony Hale — on Sunday, October 2 at Acura at SIR Stage37. Tickets go on sale here noon tomorrow. NOON TOMORROW. I'm already panicked.
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by Henry Stewart
on Mon, Sep 19, 2011 at 8:57 AM
Books, and the people who read them
More than 260 writer types participated in more than 100 panels at yesterday's sixth annual Brooklyn Book Festival, held in and around Borough Hall in Downtown Brooklyn. I spent the whole day there and I only saw six panels! (I also bought a few books and ate lunch from a food truck.) If you're wondering what the writers looked like, or what they said, there's a slideshow after the jump! With quotes and colorful details!
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by Mark Asch
on Thu, Jun 9, 2011 at 12:09 PM
Jesus Christ it's hot. (How hot is it?) So hot that everybody's clothes are soaking through and curling and disintegrating like the labels on so many bottles of Miller High Life.
Which is why tonight, at Literary Upstart's Grand Championship Super Final (TM) (at Galapagos), the Miller High Life will be served in cans. There will be 400 of them, on sale at $2 until they run out, for to quench your thirst. This should get interesting.
There are reports, unconfirmed as this blog post went to, um, press, that L Magazine Editor-in-Chief and Upstart host Jonny Diamond plans to shotgun one on stage.
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, May 10, 2011 at 1:40 PM
Ned Thimmayya reads a ghost story...to ghostly shadows!
"A lot of times," Helen Phillips said, "magic can serve to make a metaphor literal." She made the remark before reading five stories "full of monsters and stuff" from her new book, And Yet They Were Happy, at the Franklin Park reading series last night. The event was called "Myth and Magic," and featured five authors whose work, in some way or another, transcends reality—though, as the hostess said, "fantasy really is a comment on our reality."
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Mar 15, 2011 at 1:55 PM
Brent Crawford reads as David Levithan looks on
Teen fiction can be more vulgar and sexual than you might expect: judging from the snippets read by nine young adult novelists at the Chatham Square Branch of the New York Public Library on East Broadway last night, it often leans more CW than ABC Family. (That is, the characters sound more like teenagers than an adult's sanitized fantasy version.) The panel, moderated by David Levithan, himself a noted YA author, had gathered to kick off New York's Teen Author Festival, which continues all week with events throughout the city. Except Staten Island, which has canceled its participation in what was intended to be a five-boroughs-wide read aloud. "Fuck Staten Island," Levithan said with a smile. Foul or frank language likely did not offend anyone present: unaccompanied minors peppered the crowd of a few dozen, which was constituted primarily of college students and other YA authors.
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by Henry Stewart
on Mon, Mar 14, 2011 at 2:02 PM
It was standing room only fifteen minutes before Tea Obreht began to read from her new novel, The Tiger's Wife, at Fort Greene's Greenlight bookstore on Friday. "There's a lot of you," Obreht noted nervously in the middle of her introductory remarks, tracing an L shape with her hand to illustrate the trajectory of the crowd—unscientifically calculated to have a 1:6 ratio of men to women, and only growing thicker.
Obreht, the youngest of the New Yorker's "20 Under 40" list at 26, published a raved-about short story called "The Tiger's Wife" in that magazine in the spring of 2009; the literary world has been waiting for the subsequent novel ever since. It took her more than three years to write. "I used a lot of outline but stuck to almost none of it," she told the crowd during a post-reading Q&A. (She ended every answer with a chipper "thank you!") Time Out New York has called it the hottest book of the spring.