Interfictions Giveaway
Mon 30 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Interstitial Arts | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Today is Publication Day for the Interstitial Arts Foundation’s first anthology Interfictions.
It’s out there in stores (even if the final cover hasn’t fully percolated through the digital update filters yet), being reviewed a story at a time by contributor(!) Michael DeLuca, and has its own blog.
To celebrate we have are giving away 2 things:
- a space in between
- and, a couple of copies of the anthology
5 individual copies of the anthology will be sent to readers anywhere in the world (some may be sent slower than others) who will do at least one of the following things:
- Reply quite fast to this post
- Review the book online or in print
- Interview any of the contributors
- Point us (in the comments) towards art they find interstitial.
Best of luck!
Flashback: here are a couple of pieces that the editors wrote before they put the antho together—
An Introduction to Interstitial Arts: Life on the Border
by Delia Sherman
Borders are interesting places. As debatable land, sometimes wasteland or wilderness, they can be dangerous places to visit or live in, but they are never boring. Even when a long period of peace and stability removes some of their dangerous glamour, they’re still (literally) edgy, different in essential ways from the countries they mediate.
Crossing Borders, by Night
Theodora GossWhen I was a child, I traveled with my grandmother across the border between Hungary and Czechoslovakia. In those days, all the borders behind the Iron Curtain were closed. As we approached the border, a guard came into our train compartment to check our travel papers and search our luggage. He also searched my grandmother’s purse, spilling its contents into her lap, feeling the lining.
Interfictions: An Anthology of Interstitial Writing
Mon 30 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Books | Leave a Comment| Posted by: intern
Interfictions is the first book from the Interstitial Arts Foundation. The cover features a photo of 3D art by Connie Toebe. The table of contents below is alphabetical. Check out the second volume.
A version of the Introduction is online and the Afterword, by the editors Delia Sherman and Theodora Goss — a great conversation on expectations, editing, definitions (and the lack or use of them) — is posted (in slightly edited form) here.
Table of Contents
Heinz Insu Fenkl, Introduction
Karen Jordan Allen, “Alternate Anxieties”
Christopher Barzak, “What We Know About the Lost Families of —— House”
K. Tempest Bradford, “Black Feather”
Matthew Cheney, “A Map of the Everywhere”
Michael DeLuca, “The Utter Proximity of God”
Adrián Ferrero, “When It Rains, You’d Better Get Out of Ulga” (translated from the Spanish by Edo Mor)
Colin Greenland, “Timothy”
Csilla Kleinheincz, “A Drop of Raspberry” (translated from the Hungarian by Noémi Szelényi)
Holly Phillips, “Queen of the Butterfly Kingdom”
Rachel Pollack, “Burning Beard: The Dreams and Visions of Joseph Ben Jacob, Lord Viceroy of Egypt”
Joy Remy, “Pallas at Noon”
Anna Tambour, “The Shoe in SHOES’ Window”
Veronica Schanoes, “Rats”
Léa Silhol, “Emblemata” (translated from the French by Sarah Smith)
Jon Singer, “Willow Pattern”
Vandana Singh, “Hunger”
Mikal Trimm, “Climbing Redemption Mountain”
Catherynne Valente, “A Dirge for Prester John”
Leslie What, “Post hoc”
Delia Sherman and Theodora Goss, “Afterword: The Space Between”
Read more about our authors here.
Would you like a desk or examination copy? Read this.
“Odd, Deep, Delightful”– Michael Bishop, Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“We want words to do more now and for our time not to have been spent with just one idea.”– Adrienne Martini, Baltimore City Paper
On the web:
Subscribe to the the IAF blog: RSS feed- News
- Interview with the editors
- Story teaser podcasts
- Goodreads | Library Thing
- Interstitial Arts Foundation
- Delia Sherman
- Theodora Goss
Credits
- Cover images © Connie Toebe.
Download cover for print.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Interfictions : an anthology of interstitial writing / edited by Delia Sherman & Theodora Goss.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-1-931520-24-9 (trade paper : alk. paper)
1. Fiction–Collections. I. Sherman, Delia. II. Goss, Theodora.
PN6120.2.I47 2007
808.83′1–dc22
2007002129
O.King’s “The Cure”
Sat 28 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Zines | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
The new issue of One Story came in the mail which reminded us of how much we had enjoyed the previous one:
Issue #85, December 20, 2006 “The Cure” by Owen King
Don’t go read the interview if you haven’t read the story. But, go read the story if you haven’t read the interview.
Who will like this? Barb, I think.
Alan DeNiro in the house
Sat 28 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Alan DeNiro | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Literally. If you have any questions for Alan (for an interview we’re going to do), email us! Alan’s on a panel this afternoon and then reading tonight at the UMass Amherst Juniper Literary Festival:
2:15-3:15 PM Roundtable Discussion: Weird War: Politics & the Politics of Whimsy (at Emily Dickinson Homestead): investigating the relationship between world events and various literary responses to them, from the overt championing of a particular cause to the less explicit approaches of lyric, personal history, and invented parallel worlds; with Chris Bachelder, Alan DeNiro, Paul Fattaruso, Sabrina Orah Mark, Eugene Ostashevsky, & Matthew Zapruder
7:30 PM Poetry & Fiction Reading with Eric Baus, Lucy Corin, Alan DeNiro, Julia Johnson, Sabrina Orah Mark, Eugene Ostashevsky, Imad Rahman, Michael Robins & Shauna Seliy at University of Massachusetts’ Memorial Hall
We went to the opening reading last night where Rachel Sherman read a hilarious story (that Alan says was published in n+1) that occasionally required her to read in the voice of “The Reaper”—not the reaper you’re thinking of. 6 good readers (none of whom went too far over time!), beer + cookies = fun night.
Sat 28 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., To Read Pile, website bumph | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Holly Black has brought us screaming into 2002 by creating a live journal feed for this thing. We tried to name it lcrw but it declared autonomy, packed up all its old cassettes and vinyl, moved out, and hung its own shingle under the name
At some point (soonish?) that may be added to the feed syndicate (because we are all always hungry and we believe in the syndicate and that they are good. Good). Livejournal seems to require posts to have titles in a way that other blog syndicates don’t. A tithe we pay to the syndicate in good grace.
Thanks Holly!
Holly is about to take a landyacht (or maybe she will valiantly brave the Friendly Skies and take the Aeriobehometh) for the west coast where she (and Cassandra Clare) will visit (and share vast quantities of Arabian Wine with) purveyors of bookth.
Sat 28 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., To Read Pile, website bumph | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Holly Black has brought us screaming into 2002 by creating a live journal feed for this thing. We tried to name it lcrw but it declared autonomy, packed up all its old cassettes and vinyl, moved out, and hung its own shingle under the name
At some point (soonish?) that may be added to the feed syndicate (because we are all always hungry and we believe in the syndicate and that they are good. Good). Livejournal seems to require posts to have titles in a way that other blog syndicates don’t. A tithe we pay to the syndicate in good grace.
Thanks Holly!
Holly is about to take a landyacht (or maybe she will valiantly brave the Friendly Skies and take the Aeriobehometh) for the west coast where she (and Cassandra Clare) will visit (and share vast quantities of Arabian Wine with) purveyors of bookth.
Thu 26 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., John Crowley | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
John Crowley’s novel, Endless Things, is out soon. We’ve received some office copies and mailed them out (signed, because John was nice enough to come by and sign some) to everyone (tons and tons!) who pre-ordered it. We’ve heard from people who have bought it from stores but we’d be grateful to anyone who sends a pic of one out there in der wild.
John had some news from his recent trip to Kyiv (as we learn we are now to spell the city previously known as Kiev):
I suppose I should first announce that I am the recipient of the first ever Bulgakov Award of PORTAL, the Ukrainian science fiction and fantasy convention/conference. Bulgakov (raise your hand if you didn’t know this) is Ukrainian, born and died in Kyiv, where a museum about him now occupies the house that was his childhood home and the place he died. Though he wrote in Russian, and though his masterpiece The Master and Maragarita is set in a lovingly detailed Moscow, the Ukrainians consider him their own. So do I, now.
John hasn’t posted all his pics yet, but he did post these:
The Bulgakov Award, in addition to being an honor, also consisted of an object — a huge sculpture of a black cat (Behemoth, as readers of Bulgakov will remember), weighing at least ten pounds. Great jokesters, these Ukrainians, as they have had to be, and funny certainly but bad to let their Visiting Author believe (even briefly) that he would have to wrestle this monstrous beast onto three different flights home. Picture of self with Behemoth laughing hysterically (self; cat remains as always calm) will soon be posted.
Thu 26 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., John Crowley | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
John Crowley’s novel, Endless Things, is out soon. We’ve received some office copies and mailed them out (signed, because John was nice enough to come by and sign some) to everyone (tons and tons!) who pre-ordered it. We’ve heard from people who have bought it from stores but we’d be grateful to anyone who sends a pic of one out there in der wild.
John had some news from his recent trip to Kyiv (as we learn we are now to spell the city previously known as Kiev):
I suppose I should first announce that I am the recipient of the first ever Bulgakov Award of PORTAL, the Ukrainian science fiction and fantasy convention/conference. Bulgakov (raise your hand if you didn’t know this) is Ukrainian, born and died in Kyiv, where a museum about him now occupies the house that was his childhood home and the place he died. Though he wrote in Russian, and though his masterpiece The Master and Maragarita is set in a lovingly detailed Moscow, the Ukrainians consider him their own. So do I, now.
John hasn’t posted all his pics yet, but he did post these:
The Bulgakov Award, in addition to being an honor, also consisted of an object — a huge sculpture of a black cat (Behemoth, as readers of Bulgakov will remember), weighing at least ten pounds. Great jokesters, these Ukrainians, as they have had to be, and funny certainly but bad to let their Visiting Author believe (even briefly) that he would have to wrestle this monstrous beast onto three different flights home. Picture of self with Behemoth laughing hysterically (self; cat remains as always calm) will soon be posted.
Thu 26 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Kelly Link, Podcastery | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Lit-Cast, an audio journal of literature, has posted Kelly’s part of a panel from an AWP panel on Fairy Tales, moderated by Kate Bernheimer. Listen here.
Thu 26 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Kelly Link, Podcastery | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Lit-Cast, an audio journal of literature, has posted Kelly’s part of a panel from an AWP panel on Fairy Tales, moderated by Kate Bernheimer. Listen here.
Wed 25 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Elizabeth Hand | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
A week or two ago we asked our punk queen Liz Hand how’s the weather in Maine? She sent pix. Looks peaceful. Maybe some snow on the ground:

Then she spooked us with her I.C.U. hand (I see you—see novel for full spookiness of this pic) and the lobster about to give her the head-bitey:

So, uh, maybe we’ll delay that trip to Maine.
Yes, Liz lives up there and we could visit and those among us who are tempted could take revenge upon the head-biting lobsters. Sure, Clute is there, too, and we could talk about The Darkening Garden — eek, more horror!
Not going! Not even to Liz’s reading at Gulf of Maine Books in Brunswick on what’s supposed to be a nice (”nice”, ha!) Saturday afternoon in May (der 5th). So we’ll bring her down here to Northampton instead. A grand plan!
The group mind is made up. We do not have to go to Maine!
Hmm. At least until summer, when another trip to Stone Coast is on the calendar. Eek!
Wed 25 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Elizabeth Hand | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
A week or two ago we asked our punk queen Liz Hand how’s the weather in Maine? She sent pix. Looks peaceful. Maybe some snow on the ground:

Then she spooked us with her I.C.U. hand (I see you—see novel for full spookiness of this pic) and the lobster about to give her the head-bitey:

So, uh, maybe we’ll delay that trip to Maine.
Yes, Liz lives up there and we could visit and those among us who are tempted could take revenge upon the head-biting lobsters. Sure, Clute is there, too, and we could talk about The Darkening Garden — eek, more horror!
Not going! Not even to Liz’s reading at Gulf of Maine Books in Brunswick on what’s supposed to be a nice (”nice”, ha!) Saturday afternoon in May (der 5th). So we’ll bring her down here to Northampton instead. A grand plan!
The group mind is made up. We do not have to go to Maine!
Hmm. At least until summer, when another trip to Stone Coast is on the calendar. Eek!
Wed 25 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Elizabeth Hand | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Liz Hand on music for Generation Loss at

Generation Loss has a lot of autobiographical elements in it. Cass Neary, the novel’s screwed-up, tattooed speedfreak protagonist, is essentially me if my brakes had been cut in 1977. As the Shangri-Las put it in “Great Big Kiss,” “She’s good bad, but she ain’t evil.”
Wed 25 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Elizabeth Hand | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Liz Hand on music for Generation Loss at

Generation Loss has a lot of autobiographical elements in it. Cass Neary, the novel’s screwed-up, tattooed speedfreak protagonist, is essentially me if my brakes had been cut in 1977. As the Shangri-Las put it in “Great Big Kiss,” “She’s good bad, but she ain’t evil.”
Tue 24 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Zines | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Sybil wants you.
Spring is here, the weather is warm, but don’t forget! It’s your last chance to get Sybil’s Garage at the discounted rate. This discount expires on May 1st. Follow this link now and get 20% off Sybil’s Garage No. 4
Look: it’s pretty (colorrrrr), comes with a free chapbook, and has an interview with Jeff “NO BS” Ford, as well as a whole bunch of prose and poems by peeps you like. You. Pretty! Buy!
Right, that’s done and their sales will be through the roof. Next?
Wait, it this mic still on? Crap.
Tue 24 Apr 2007 - Filed under: Not a Journal., Zines | Leave a Comment| Posted by: Small Beer Press
Sybil wants you.
Spring is here, the weather is warm, but don’t forget! It’s your last chance to get Sybil’s Garage at the discounted rate. This discount expires on May 1st. Follow this link now and get 20% off Sybil’s Garage No. 4
Look: it’s pretty (colorrrrr), comes with a free chapbook, and has an interview with Jeff “NO BS” Ford, as well as a whole bunch of prose and poems by peeps you like. You. Pretty! Buy!
Right, that’s done and their sales will be through the roof. Next?
Wait, it this mic still on? Crap.




Borders are interesting places. As debatable land, sometimes wasteland or wilderness, they can be dangerous places to visit or live in, but they are never boring. Even when a long period of peace and stability removes some of their dangerous glamour, they’re still (literally) edgy, different in essential ways from the countries they mediate.


