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The Lifted Brow

is an Australian “attack journal,” and its No. 6 edition is available for pre-order.  (They are printing to order: the more orders, the more copies.) No. 6 is their World Atlas edition, made up of one book and 2 CDs, and featuring writing by, among others, Rick Moody, David Foster Wallace, me, and Thomas Benjamin [...]

An Actual Reader of Me, In Situ

And I don’t even know this person.  Snapped by Susan Clark (whom I do know, and to whom I am grateful) during a trip to Gotham last month.

Consider the Ambivert

      When I was a child, people were divided into two groups: extroverts and introverts. Introverts were thought to have something wrong with them: we were assumed to be timid, insecure creatures afraid of the light, and it was a given that we all secretly wished to be extroverts.  To turn inward, to keep one’s [...]

Machine translation arguably improving

Here’s a Google translation of this introductory passage from Winner:
Lightning sought our mother out, when she was a young girl in Brown County, Indiana. Licked her body up and down, so she said, with a long scratchy cat tongue. She smelled the ozone, which she described as indescribable. “Not a smell at all, really, but [...]

The Onion Does It Again

Just as theirs was the most appropriate response to 9/11 (sadly, no trace of that brilliant headline remains on the web), they wrote the best 11/4 headline (and article):
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/kobe_bryant_scores_25_in_holy_shit

Why I Love Automatic Translation

Here’s automatic French-to-English translation on Amazon.fr of part of the page flogging the French version of my Jenny and the Jaws of Life. (I supply the original sentences for the quoted passage from “Melinda Falling.”)
She was disconsolate. It was inconsolable. For hours she lay face-down on the living room couch, sobbing wildly, angrily brushing off [...]

Prologue to new novel The Writing Class (to be published June 10, 2008)

THE FAT BROAD
lumbers into class five minutes late, dragging, along with her yard-wide butt, a beat-up vinyl briefcase stuffed with old notebooks. A contender once, it’s obvious, she’s got great hair, long and wavy and thick and white gold, but she’s pushing fifty++, pushing two hundred, and she wears polyester fat pants and a big [...]