Trash Sex Magic

Tue 15 Jun 2004 - Filed under: Books| Posted by: intern

“This just absolutely rocks. It’s lyrical, it’s weird and it’s sexy in a very funky way. Trash Sex Magic is full of people you would maybe be afraid to meet in real life, but once you’ve met them fictionally you are damn sorry you can’t at least have a beer with them.”
—Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife

Now available as an audio book from Iambik.

Jennifer Stevenson’s debut novel starts with Raedawn Somershoe who lives in a trailer on the banks of the Fox River. She likes men and men like her. It runs in the family: her mother, Gelia, can seduce a man just by walking across a road. When they set their sights on a man, something magical happens.

Alexander Caebeau drives a bucketloader for a construction company. He’s lonely, homesick, tired of cutting down trees and putting up ugly buildings. He dreams of going back to the Bahamas, but when Alexander meets Raedawn Somershoe, something magical happens.

Raedawn has just lost her lover. Her mother is keeping secrets from her. Her childhood sweetheart has come home and is looking for answers. Riverfront developers want Rae and her family gone. She may just be falling in love with Alexander Caebeau. And the Fox River is beginning to rise. . . . Something magical is about to happen.

A woman stood behind him — no, no mere woman: a bombshell, a vamp, a va-va-voom — a gypsy queen, a menace from Venus.

Reviews

“Engaging … deeply charming, and its best scenes lodge in the reader’s memory.”Washington Post

“Weird in the best possible way.”
Margo Lanagan

“It’s not often you get characters like those that appear in Jennifer Stevenson’s Trash Sex Magic. Even if you remove the oddities like the underground huts and the tree fucking, Stevenson presents men and women who feel entirely new to literature, and they’re so good you have to wonder why they’ve been missing…. It’s so refreshing to read a fantasy book that doesn’t read like it bows down to Tolkien, a book with a message that doesn’t sound preachy. Trash Sex Magic is Stevenson’s first novel, and it will be exciting to see what she comes up with next.” — Bookslut

“Jennifer Stevenson’s raunchy, funny, and disturbing first novel, Trash Sex Magic, is full of bewitching weirdness.” — Chicago Reader

“Wonderful…. Trash Sex Magic can sweep you up and leave up dazzled, miles from home.” — Locus

“Stevenson’s first novel is at once sexy, beautifully written and passing strange.” — Publishers Weekly

“Jennifer Stevenson’s sparkling wit comes through in wordplay and metaphor, and her insight and unwavering attention to detail creates a prose as marvelous as the plot while celebrating Gaia and the passionate and transcendental energy of Eros, and it does so with a profound honesty. Imagine Anne Rice with a sense of humor, or a Christopher Moore novel re-written by Anais Nin. If you are looking for a multi-layered treatise on Goddess archetypes, if you’re looking for a fantasy that isn’t quite dark, isn’t quite urban, or if you’re just looking for a funny, well-written trashy novel, this book is definitely for you. Surreal, and full of delightful weirdness, this has quickly become my most-recommended book of the year.”
Green Man Review

Advance Praise:

“It’s to Chicago what The Mysteries of Pittsburgh is to Pittsburgh and A Winter’s Tale is to New York — a winning, touching, open-eyed love letter — but with trash, sex, and magic too. Unusual and wonderfully done.”
—John Crowley, Little, Big

“It was a proverb of the 16th Century: On Hallowmass Eve troll notte thy broomstick bye ye caravan park, for thou wottist notte who maye mount thereon. I had paid it little heed since learning it years ago, and planned to read this grand book one chapter at a time. I’d scarcely begun the second when I fell under the author’s spell.”
—Gene Wolfe, The Knight

“Ambitious, phantasmagorical, with images that burn into your brain and stay there, even when the book is off in a corner somewhere minding its own business.”
—Ellen Kushner, Swordspoint

“Jennifer Stevenson is my goddess. In this book, trash is power. Trash Sex Magic is a springtime bacchanalia of beautiful, wild women, magic trees and sexy men — love it!”
— Nalo Hopkinson, The Salt Roads

About the Author:

Jennifer Stevenson lives in the Chicago area with her husband of thirty years. Her stories have been published in a number of anthologies. “Solstice” was published as a chapbook by Green Man Review. Trash Sex Magic is Jennifer Stevenson’s first novel. She is also the author of The SeX Files, a series of sexy, funny fantasies beginning with The Brass Bed.

Author photo by Beth Gwinn.

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Perfect Circle

Tue 15 Jun 2004 - Filed under: Books| Posted by: intern

Perfect Circle is a dark, funny, fast-moving thriller that you won’t want to put down. Stewart was the lead author behind the innovative interactive web game known as “The Beast” (inspired by the film A.I.) which became a break-out cult hit. Sean Stewart is the author (with Jordan Weisman) of Cathy’s Book: If Found Call 650-266-8233He is the winner of the Arthur Ellis, Aurora, and World Fantasy awards, and the author of The New York Times Notable Books Mockingbird and Resurrection Man.

William “Dead” Kennedy has problems.

He’s haunted by family, by dead people with unfinished business, and by those perfect pop songs that you can’t get out of your head. He’s a 32-year-old Texan still in love with his ex-wife. He just lost his job at Pet-Co for eating cat food. His air-conditioning is broken, there’s no good music on the radio, and he’s been dreaming about ghost roads.

When Will’s cousin (“My dad married your Aunt Dot’s half-sister”) calls in the middle of the night about a dead girl haunting his garage, it seems like an easy way to make a thousand dollars. But nothing is ever that simple, especially when family is involved. Will’s mother is planning a family reunion of epic proportions. Will’s ex-wife is married to a former Marine. His twelve-year-old daughter Megan thinks Will needs someone to look after him. And recently his dead relatives seem to want something from him.

Nebula and World Fantasy Award finalist
A Book Sense Notable Book
Best of the Year: Booklist, Locus, San Francisco Chronicle
A Locus bestseller

Read it now on Salon.com:
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Family Reunion: an 8-page mini-comic by Sean Stewart and Steve Lieber based on Perfect Circle.
Comes free with any order or order it here for a buck.

T-shirts and many things that are round.

Also available: Mockingbird

Interviews

Locus · Bookselling This Week · Capital Times

Reviews

* “All-around terrific.”– Booklist (starred review)

“Stewart’s quicksilver wit makes Perfect Circle perfectly hilarious. And, a supremely skilled storyteller, he saves the best for last.”
Texas Monthly

“Stewart’s mastery of Will’s first-person narration is unflinching and unfaltering. The voice conjured here is absolutely authentic and affecting.”
Washington Post

“Stewart’s compelling account of how DK comes to grips with his ghosts, both actual and metaphorical, is alternately poignant and hilarious, with some genuinely creepy moments and one or two powerful jolts…. Compelling … with strong potential for crossing over into the mainstream.”
Publishers Weekly

“By turns heartbreaking and hilarious, Perfect Circle is … an impressive example of an author using genre resources to stake out a territory that, for the moment at least, no one but he occupies.
Locus

“A read-at-one-go novel…. Everything is both stated and understated, elegant, full of the mundane horror and fear that inform a normal, frustrated life…. And it is well, well worth the reading. A highly recommended work.”
F&SF

punk attitude: country & western life

Perfect Circle is a perfect read, exciting, unique, everything here but the Second Coming, but, Sean Stewart himself is the prize. What a talent. Write on, my man. Write on.”— Joe Lansdale, Sunset and Sawdust

“A heartwarmingly sweet novel about what it’s really like to be haunted. Sean Stewart’s best yet.”
— Sarah Smith, Chasing Shakespeares

“Needy ghosts, bar fights, concealed weapons, R.E.M., and ramen noodles — Perfect Circle is an irreverent Texas treat. Sean Stewart is one bright, funny writer.”
— Stewart O’Nan, The Night Country

“Will Kennedy has some troublesome relatives. — Especially the dead ones. Perfect Circle is Sean Stewart at his spooky, funny, sad, and haunting best.”
— Karen Joy Fowler, The Jane Austen Book Club

Perfect Circle is a ghost story for grown-ups, frightening, funny, and finally redemptive. It kept me up way past my bedtime.”
— Harley Jane Kozak, Dating Dead Men

“I read it all in one gulp, by turns fearful and joyful for Stewart’s likable loser protagonist.”
— Cory Doctorow, Eastern Standard Tribe

“If Oprah read science fiction…This quirky, engaging novel tells the story of William “Dead” Kennedy, a thirtysomething former punk rocker and down-on-his-luck divorced dad — who sees ghosts. After a visit to his haunted cousin goes horribly wrong, “DK” finds himself getting lots of attention — mostly the wrong kind – from both the living and the dead. Funny and thought-provoking!”
— Carol Schneck Schuler Books and Music, Okemos, MI

My favorites among Sean Stewart’s books are those that hover on the edge of our reality. His characters, like William “Dead” Kennedy are much like my friends and relatives — although if any of my relatives are seeing ghosts, they haven’t mentioned this to me. Will leads a not-quite life in Texas, working in dead end jobs, and yearning to reconnect with his ex-wife, and trying to avoid ghosts. When a cousin calls with a ghost-busting request, his financial offer is more than Will can resist. But accepting the job opens Will up to a whole new level of darkness. Great prose (Stewart has some of the best metaphors going) and a melancholy mood, like music half-remembered.
— Maryelizabeth Hart of Mysterious Galaxy Bookshop, San Diego, CA

About the Author:

Sean StewartSean Stewart is the author of the I Love Bees and Beast search operas, two short stories and the novels: Mockingbird, The Night Watch, Nobody’s Son, Clouds End, Passion Play, and the New York Times Notable Books Resurrection Man and Galveston. With Jordan Weisman, he is the author of Cathy’s Book.
He wrote much of the innovative web game associated with the film A.I. His novels have received the Aurora, Arthur Ellis, Sunburst, Canadian Library, and World Fantasy awards. He lives in Davis, CA, with his wife and two daughters.

Author photo by Biko.
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Jennifer Stevenson

Tue 1 Jun 2004 - Filed under: Authors| Posted by: intern

Trash Sex Magic by Jennifer StevensonJennifer Stevenson: An Interview
Gabrielle Moss

What led you to start writing fiction?

I’ve always written fiction, ever since I was old enough to read. My mother and my maternal grandparents all wrote, and my father wanted to write; I guess it was just assumed I would, too. Sometimes I think I’m living out their ambitions.

What inspired you to write Trash Sex Magic? The setting is vivid and powerful, and almost a character unto itslef. Where/what did you draw from to create this world?

I started working on this book in 1986 while on jury duty. It started out as a short contemporary horror novel called Early Spring. Eighteen years and many, many revisions later, Kelly Link and I carved away everything that wasn’t Trash Sex Magic. I can’t say enough about her support, her appreciation for my vision of the book, and her writerly acuity. She talks about words in a way that awes me.

The setting for Trash Sex Magic is drawn from a place where my brother and I and our dogs played as kids: Wheeler Park in Geneva, Illinois. Natives of that area will recognize a lot of landmarks, some of which have disappeared. The trees in the park are really there, but the houses across the road, by the water, were very nice houses indeed. As a kid I never got to visit them or the river. I wanted to, though. The ridge really has a railroad track on top of it, and I wanted to sit up there at night and hear the freight train go by. I wanted to see the river smash into the ridge. I wanted to see a tornado hit the water. This book let me do all that. Nature is the truest, most powerful force on earth. I wanted to keep saying that.

Other inspirations were Carolyn Chute’s The Beans of Egypt, Maine and a Tommy Lee Jones and Sissy Spacek movie, Coal Miner’s Daughter. Without these examples before me I would never have thought I could write about this kind of life.

Why did you choose to tell your story with fantasy?

Joe Haldeman talks about a kind of progression he has noticed in veterans who write about their Vietnam War experience. First they do some very autobiographical fiction, or a straight autobiographical account. Then later they expand the scope of their stories, fictionalize their personal experience a bit, include experiences that other people had but they did not, so as to make the war more accessible to more readers. Finally, maybe 20 years later, they start writing wildly fantastical stuff with extravagant imagery and “unreal” things happening, because the fantasy element is the only way they can express the violence and extravagance of theiremotions about the war.

For me, many parts of this book describe internal experiences I had as a child that I couldn’t talk about. In fact I find it impossible to talk about them now, except by telling a wildly unreal story that illustrates these feelings in a lurid, over-the-top way.

Do you do any other kinds of writing?

I’m writing raunchy romantic comedies, erotic romantic fantasy, some short fantasy stories, some experimental short funny stuff that’s all dialogue. Terry Bisson started doing that a few years ago; his stories blew me away and inspired me to try it myself. Those all-dialogue stories are bags of fun to write.

Trash Sex Magic deals with a lot of issues pertaining to class. Did you intend to write a novel with a political message?

Kind of. I wanted to respond to a trend I saw in fantasy writing and in fantasy criticism that treated magic in fiction as if it were an extension of academia. The taller your pointy hat, the longer your white beard, the better a magician you are, right? Sure, and your full professors are smarter than everybody else. This is the Tolkein/Harry Potter model. In reality, tenure doesn’t make a person smarter. I felt that in fiction, magic ought to be treated with more respect, and not as a game whose rules must have “internal consistency”–a fantasy lit-crit phrase that drove me nuts for years–but as an extension of the mysterious and marvelous and very real natural world.

If you look back through the history of science, you find the history of magic. The dividing line falls at the point when scientists stopped thinking of nature as a lover to be wooed (Paracelsus is an example) and started thinking of nature as a wife to be mastered, plowed, and dominated (as did Roger Bacon). If you squint, you can kind of see the clash of these ideas, like a battle of mastadons in the swamp, in Trash Sex Magic.

I also wanted to point out that when the Somershoe women use magic, they are flying blind, without training, without vocabulary. “Internal consistency” aside, vocabulary is a good thing. Because they have a bone-deep belief that what they are doing is “trashy,” Rae and Gelia don’t talk about it. If they were “fantasy” heroines they would, but they’re as realistic as I could make them–irrevocably outside society and yet eternally standing at its edge, half-acknowledging its rules, unable to ignore the rules. Stupid, maybe, considering their powers. It could only strengthen them to talk. But they don’t have a pointy hat. No one has given them permission to be themselves; they feel they’ve had to steal their powers under the noses of society. They’re half-right to hesitate: they live under the constant awareness that their power is in the minority; their tree can be cut down; their land can be taken; their kids can be put in foster homes. People silence themselves all the time, and they suffer accordingly.

The worst thing these people do is call themselves trash in their secret hearts. You can overcome that if it’s from the outside, but not if you’re using that word on yourself. Am I talking about class?

What books have influenced you?

Most deeply? Rudyard Kipling, especially the Mowgli stories and Kim. Ray Bradbury. Andrew Lang’s fairy tale series. Georgette Heyer, Howard Pease, Terry Pratchett, Sax Rohmer, Clifford Simak, Rex Stout, PG Wodehouse. A handful of little-known writers whose very few books hit me hard, by luck: Jody Scott, Ruth Nichols, Lorna Novak. Later, in my adulthood, Carolyn Chute, Maxine Hong Kingston, John Crowley.

Some writers who hit all the same buttons for me, but who didn’t get to me soon enough to be major “influences”, are Terry Bisson, James Blaylock, Glen Cook, Nalo Hopkinson, Barry Hughart, Diana Wynne Jones, Tanith Lee, Dan Pinkwater, Rachel Pollack, Sherri Tepper, Gene Wolfe. I read Audrey Niffenegger’s first novel last year and flew over the moon; I’m hoping for more from her.

What are you working on now?

Two things: a romantic erotic fantasy about an incubus and a farm girl, and a raunchy romantic comedy that’s kind of a cross between a contemporary blue-collar regency romance and a Romeo and-Juliet farce. The erotic fantasy is hard; I keep having to redesign my heroine because the book gets more serious the farther in I plot it, and she needs to get stronger so she can carry that weight.

The comedy is just a blast. It’s the second in a series I’m writing about stagehands. Stagehands make wonderful alpha male heroes. They’re very physical guys, sometimes bad boys, serial monogamists with a blue-collar form of chivalry that balances their sometimes-chauvinistic ideas about women. They work in the glamorous world of show biz but they get their hands dirty. Unlike performers, they don’t wear makeup or let themselves get too skinny to be strong. They’re coarse and funny and relaxed about their masculinity. I’ve been married to a stagehand for 27 years and I’m here to testify. Ya gotta love ’em.

Gabrielle Moss is on a train west. Her zine is My Life as a Liar.



Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet No. 14

Tue 1 Jun 2004 - Filed under: LCRW | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Gavin

68 pages
Should you order this, you will probably receive a black & white cover due to a slight cock up on the printer front.

Kelly Link: I want to do right but not right now.
Gavin J. Grant: I do want to write but not right now.
Gabrielle Moss, Ariel Franklin-Hudson: Interns.
Avenue Victor Hugo Books: Origin point for this zine and many other wonderful things, now closed. Owner will be selling books elsewhere. Our thanks to everyone there for 10 years (out of 29) of a good place.

fiction
Douglas Lain — Music Lessons
David Nahm — Sitting on a Bench in the Park
Susan Mosser — Ragdog
James Sallis — Two Stories
Richard Butner — Pete and Earl
Jay Lake — A Conspiracy of Dentists
Matthew Latkiewicz — Felix Soutre, Puppeteer
J. Cox — The Half-Fey House
Devon Monk — Beer with a Hamster Chaser
V. Anne Arden — Sun
Bret Fetzer — Careless Liza
Deborah Roggie — The Enchanted Trousseau

poetry
David Blair — Two Poems
Trent Walters — The Coyotl
Sally Bayley — The Blue Period

nonfiction
William Smith — The Film Column: Greaser’s Palace
Matthew Latkiewicz — Felix Soutre, Puppeteer
Christoph Meyer — Projection
Gwenda Bond — Dear Aunt Gwenda

Online Extra

L. Timmel Duchamp — What’s the Story? Reading Anna Kavan’s Ice

people*

DAvId J. ShUUArtz A NOtE AbOUt thE TYpE

addendum

Recently: Miranda #10,11. Kate’s taking it to the streets, going to zine fests, and more. Quite a few zines about motherhood out now (time passes, zinesters become hipsters, homesters, momster/dadsters). This is the one we enjoy the most. [$2, K. Haas, 3510 SE Alder St., Portland, OR 97214] · Postcards from the Voodoo Sex Cult #2. Joe Strummer RIP in 28 pages. Thoughtful, heart-breaking. [$2, Veronica Schanoes (who had a story in LCRW 13), POB 2140. Phil. PA, 19103] · Space-Crime Books & Games moved! 18 Strong Ave., Northampton, MA 01060 · Berserker #3. Freebie letter-sized newspaper-print comix zine from Syracuse U. Names to remember: Matt Finley, Phil Davis, Albert Birney, Jon Moses. [berserkercomics at yahoo.com] · Monterra’s Deliciosa & Other Tales &, Anna Tambour. [Prime] · Brood X. · Cockahoop, Cerys Matthews. Catatonia lead singer no longer. Great album of covers and originals: catchy, addictive and all those other things pop’s meant to be. [Blanco y Negro] · The Growing Upheaval #8. Dark perzine about drugs, not quite connecting, diet, & college. [$? growingupheaval at yahoo.com] · Tonguecat, Peter Verhelst. An amazing feat of imaginative writing; a meditation on the nationstate, dictators, and power; a love story. Wild, fun, dark, complicated. Translated from the Dutch by Sherry Marx. [FSG] · Leeking Ink #28. Long-lived perzine which hopefully you’ve sent your $2 off to see. Davida also puts together the amazing and useful Xerography Debt (which along with The Free Press Death Ship and Zine World will have you working in a diner just to get those dollar tips to send off for more zines to read and read and read). Job-wise she keeps moving, trying different things, following her ethics and her heart. Looks good, too. [$2, D.G.Brier, POB 963, Havre de Grace, MD 21078] · Howard Dean and Dennis Kucinich changing the U.S. political conversation from fear to hope. · The Jane Austen Book Club, Karen Joy Fowler. When good things happen to good books. [Putnam] · Doris #21. Cindy’s reached G on her alphabetical tour and recommends not reading this alone. We 2nd that. Pieces on Girl Gangs, Guatemala, and Gender and the focus throughout is on abuse. Get back issues at Quimby’s or Downtown News & Books in Asheville, NC. [$1.50, Cindy, POB 1734, Asheville, NC 28802] · White Devils, Paul McAuley & Forty Signs of Rain, Kim Stanley Robinson. You know: “Like thrillers, but good.” [Tor, Bantam] · Jamieson’s Robust Dark Chocolate — “Chocolate from Africa’s Gold Coast.” 70% cocoa solids and smooth as the day is long. Thank you for this, Lord. Claim to run small farms and use few pesticides. Perhaps fair trade will make its way from the coffee shops to the chocolate makers. · The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin. Brilliant ’70s consumer satire. (Thanks, Ross.) [BBC] ·

people

V. Anne Arden has a doctorate in biology and is currently a postdoc (the way-station between student and professor). She has been telling herself stories for as long as she can remember, and is happy that other people would like to read them. She looks at the sun often, and has even seen an eclipse.

Sally Bayley has taught writing and literature in the USA and the UK. She currently teaches literature at Balliol College, Oxford. She has published poems in several literary journals and contributes regularly to the Balliol College journal. She is in the process of setting up an international literary and poetry journal. She has no illusions that one day she will be famous.

David Blair has poems forthcoming in Fence, Hotel Amerika, and The Greensboro Review. He teaches at the New England Institute of Art.

Gwenda Bond blogs with a glass of chardonnay in hand and an easy familiarity with best and worst of the silver screen.

Richard Butner is a slow-moving, tree-dwelling mammal who hangs upside down from branches and feeds on leaves and fruits. Small Beer have just published a chapbook of his short fiction, Horses Blow Up Dog City & Other Stories.

J. Cox has had poetry published in Flesh and Blood, Once Upon a World, Eclipse, and other magazines.

L. Timmel Duchamp lives in the Pacific Northwest. Her collection, Love’s Body, Dancing in Time (Aqueduct Press) is on your reading list.

Bret Fetzer writes plays and short stories. His collections of original fairy tales, Tooth & Tongue and Petals & Thorns, are available here. He wrote the narration for the documentary film Le Petomane: Fin de Siecle Fartiste, directed by Igor Vamos. He is a company member of Annex Theatre in Seattle, WA.

Douglas Lain recognizes that he is a member of the entertained public — a public that Guy Debord described in his 1978 film In Girum Imus Nocte et Consumimur Igni as “dying in droves on the freeways, and in each flu epidemic and each heat wave, and with each mistake of those who adulterate their food, and each technical innovation profitable to the numerous entrepreneurs for whose environmental developments they serve as guinea pigs.”
Last week Lain drank six Starbuck’s coffees and daydreamed about revolution 12.5 times. Douglas Lain lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife, daughter, and two sons.

Jay Lake lives in Portland, OR. He is a finalist for the 2004 John W.Campbell Award for Best New Writer, as well as for the 2004 Hugo Award for Best Novelette. His stories have appeared in Asimov’s, Leviathan 4, Postscripts, and Realms of Fantasy.

Matthew Latkiewicz owns and spends a lot of time at The Lady Killigrew, a cafe/pub in Montague, MA. Personal Statistics (partial list): First CDs ever purchased: DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince He’s the DJ, I’m the Rapper, and Def Leppard’s Hysteria . . . Number of times haircut has been a “buzzcut”: one . . . Books read in one sitting (not including young adult): Jim Thompson’s A Hell of a Woman and Nicholas Mosley’s Impossible Object.

Christoph Meyer lives in a restored mill in Howard, OH with his wife and young son. He publishes a fanzine entitled Twenty-eight Pages Lovingly Bound with Twine. He doesn’t hold any degrees and has won no prestigious awards. He doesn’t have electronic mail but can reached via the good ol’ USPS at P.O. Box 106 Danville, OH 43014.

Devon Monk lives in Oregon’s microbrew country. Her short fiction has appeared in such venues as the Year’s Best Fantasy 2, Amazing Stories, Realms of Fantasy, Talebones, &c. In addition to short fiction, she is currently writing novels in which the hamster is optional.

Susan Mosser once worked in a bakery. She also once worked on a zine, Turbocharged Fortune Cookie. She still lives in Florida. Her story “Bumpship,” from the anthology Trampoline, was reprinted in The Year’s Best Science Fiction.

David Connerley Nahm, born in Kentucky, now lives in Carrboro, NC, with his wife and cat. He is in the pop band Audubon Park. He has stories forthcoming in Trunk Stories and Surgery of Modern Warfare.

Deborah Roggie has read her stories on the NYC radio program, WBAI’s “Hour of the Wolf,” and at the New York Review of Science Fiction Reading Series at Dixon Place. She lives in New Jersey and is currently working on a novel. These days, she’s too busy writing to embroider much.

James Sallis lives in Phoenix, AZ, and can recommend good restaurants all around the U.S.A. (and a few other countries). He is the author of many good books.

David J. Schwartz‘s eyes hurt. He would like you to know that his fiction has appeared in Talebones, Flashquake.org, On Spec, Paradox and Grasslimb as well as in LCRW 13. He also maintains a reading journal and publishes the fiction zine The Dogtown Review. Now, if you’ll excuse him, he’s going to lie down for a little while.

William Smith is a slight, fast-moving urban dweller who shifts between analog and digital with ease. He rides a bike, presently works for a much smaller book-related business than previously, and is the publisher of Trunk Stories.

Trent Walters confesses an infamous drug addiction paralleled by none with the possible exception of Thomas DeQuincy. He edits an e-zine, quarto. Works of his have appeared in 3 AM Magazine, Carleton Arts Review, Mid-America Poetry Review, Minnesota River Review, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, &c.

Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, No.14 June 2004. This basic unit of literature slips out the side door in June and November from Small Beer Press. $5 per single issue or $20/4. Apologies for the rising subscription price and slowing response times. Ignore anything you’ve heard from us or anyone else about a third annual issue. It never happened, you didn’t miss out, and that review was no doubt product of some of that delicious unpasteurized cheese. Contents © the authors. All rights reserved. Submissions, requests for guidelines, &c all good things should be sent to the address above. No SASE: no reply. For external use only. Slimming, but in no way part of a low-carbohydrate diet. This issue extensively tested (read: read) on animals, particularly pernicious spelling-obsessed squirrels. As ever, thanks. Printed by Paradise Copies, 30 Craft Ave., Northampton, MA 01060 413-585-0414
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Horses Blow Up Dog City & Other Stories

Tue 1 Jun 2004 - Filed under: Books, Chapbooks| Posted by: intern

No.8 in the limited edition Small Beer Press chapbook series is Richard Butner’s Horses Blow Up Dog City & Other Stories. Butner’s forte is 21st-century man — just a little lost, nothing major — and his ongoing attempting to come to grips with life, love, and the ultimate enigma: woman.
There’s an immediacy to Butner’s eye for pop culture, architectural and emotionally-revealing details that places these stories in the apartment next to yours, the (good) local diner (not the crappy one), or maybe the bar around the corner.
Not everything’s going to turn out right; not everyone’s going to do well. But if you follow the path Butner’s laid out before you, maybe you’ll find the good bar, the good diner, know when to listen, know when to fold.

“Wry, caustic, calculated, impulsive…. Gems of gorgeous weirdness.”
— Asimovs

“Finely wrought fiction that earns its effects. Evocative and passionate, meaningful and filled with wonders.”
— SF Site

“Butner picks up the absurdities of high-speed America and throws them back in its face, reveling in the wild, wonderful mess he creates.”
— New Pages

Contents
Ash City Stomp (audio)
Horses Blow Up Dog City
The Rules of Gambling
Lo-Fi
Drifting

Advance Praise
Richard Butner“Butner’s meticulous prose lays a cool surface over some twisty terrain. Understated and profound, deft and smooth, these stories sneak up on you and then don’t let go. Boxes within boxes, wheels within wheels.”
— Karen Joy Fowler, The Jane Austen Book Club

“If you let Richard Butner’s sideways fiction into your brain it will slice you to ribbons so quietly that you won’t even know why you’re laughing, or crying. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
— John Kessel, Good News From Outer Space

“In the work of writers who have truly burrowed in, often I’ve a sense of there being not many stories but one continuous, ongoing story, ever growing, ever increasing, turning this way and that in shifting light — which is how I feel about Richard Butner’s.”
— James Sallis, Cypress Grove

“Richard Butner writes gorgeous, heartfelt stories that are completely his own, each propelled by an inner logic that may or may not match consensus reality, each ringing utterly true. He is unafraid of tough questions and even tougher answers. His characters sweat, grieve, exult, and struggle for understanding, and even when they terrify, they never fail to touch me.”
— Lewis Shiner, Say Goodbye


About the author:
Richard Butner loves you. This is his second chapbook after Mind Snakes(illustrated by Michael Carter, Barefoot Press & The Paper Plant). His stories have been published in RE Arts & Letters, Say…, …is this a cat?, Problem Child, Scream, Mind Caviar, and the anthologies Trampoline (Kelly Link, ed),Crossroads: Southern Stories of the Fantastic (F. Brett Cox and Andy Duncan, eds., Tor), Intersections (John Kessel, Mark L. Van Name, and Richard Butner, eds., Tor), and When The Music’s Over (Lewis Shiner, ed., Bantam Spectra). He occasionally comments here.

Richard Butner read Thur., Sept. 16, 8.00 PM
Internationalist Books
405 W Franklin St
Chapel Hill, NC 27516
919-942-1740

Some of the stories in Horses Blow Up Dog City & Other Stories were previously published in the following places:
“Ash City Stomp”, Trampoline, 2003; “Horses Blow Up Dog City”, Intersections,1996; “Drifting”, Say…, 2003.
“The Rules of Gambling” and “Lo-Fi” appear here for the first time.