Well, it's 1:23 in the morning, and we've all had a full week of lounging on couches, playing too many videogames, feeling that giddy too-light feeling of nothing left to write, nothing left to grade, and no more Paul Yachnin articles to read. Submissions are closed, the backlog is cleared, and the ALR office sits mostly empty. Some of us have already busted out our typewriters and our Lite-Brites so we can write again, because writing is that kind of disease, the kind that gets under your skin after a few days. But all that stuff, it's neither here nor there. Because we're doing a book club.
The books are as follows:
Raymond Carver - Collected Stories
Bret Anthony Johnston - Corpus Christi
Jhumpa Lahiri - Interpreter of Maladies
Wells Tower - Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned
Tobias Wolff - Our Story Begins
The theme is first short story collections. The books, they're pretty fabulous. This noise starts now*.
*Or in a few days. Whatever.
Notesarefun.blogspot.com. That's how you make a blog. Gimme the reins and i'll get this shindig turned around. Amateurs. Harharhar!
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna have so much fun with these posts. Just warn me before you ban me and i'll tone it down.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I bought a goat today. Seriously. So much literary potential in this guy. I chained him to the trampoline in my backyard, but he wants to break free and explore my parents' gated community. Boom there's a story.
ReplyDeleteI turn around for two seconds, and the goddamn goat actually breaks free. I'll be back. I have to go chase down my goat. Don't worry. I'll keep everyone updated. When I find the little bastard, the loyal followers of the ALR blog will be the first to know.
ReplyDeleteTurns out, there's a fence around my backyard. The goat was behind the shed chewing on a stack of soggy firewood. I chained him to the trampoline again. Kicked him in the teeth a few times too. He'll think twice before he breaks free of my chains and chews on my soggy firewood again. Little goat bastard.
ReplyDeleteGood thing Petco is open 24 hours. I returned the goat. Worst drunken purchase ever.
ReplyDeleteExcept the time I drank 2 bottles of tequila and bought the Kenneth branagh (or however you spell that talentless fuck's last name) version of Hamlet.
ReplyDeleteTravis! Professional behavior!
ReplyDeleteI'll be an official lurker and sometimes poster. Am reading Wells Tower right now--the best story so far is Leopard. Looking forward to seeing your posts!
ReplyDeleteEspecially about Travis and the goat. I bet he misses you.