volume 1, number 2 summer 1997
Poetry, Fictions, Essays, Art and so on and so forth, the usual mix of eclectica.
Our second issue contained fiction by award winning authors and damn funny writers, someday perhaps I’ll actually get some of it up here. Perhaps you should bookmark this and come back in a bit, say a year, maybe three, and see if it’s getting any better.
Stuffs from Issue 2 to give you a taste before Issue 3.
Vanishing Act, Kelly Link
Tan Tan and the Rolling Calf, Nalo Hopkinson
Early Bird, Joseph Bills
Personal Growth, Gavin J. Grant
Stick Man, Dora Knez
The Truck Driver, Edward Osowski
Thrusting Thighs of Passion, Gaston
Who Owns A Corporation
Again’ The Ocean
The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
Things Change: A Meditation, Your Uncle Willie
A Bike Story, Or Enlightenment Through Endorphins, Tim Emswiler
Scotch, An Essay Into A Drink
You Must Be Flipping Crazy
Cooking Rock, A Zine
Scars Upon My Heart, A Poetry Anthology
The skinny on the folks
Wandering among the alphabet
Welcome to another outburst of joy, happiness, more good comestibles than ever, and a truckload of stress parked in my driveway (I don’t have a driveway, but let’s not quibble this early in the day). After the shimmering success the first issue of Lady Chatterly’s Sometime Loverenjoyed we had to come back for more. Why that name? is still the most popular question with the quizzical public: it’s simple, I liked it. No one’s losing $$ on this but me, so why not? Besides Lady Churchill (Mrs. Randolph, the former Jennie Jerome of New York City, mother of Winston “Make mine Cuban” Churchill) was a helluva interesting person; and despite the approaching-dreadful-in-places writing, Ralph G. Martin’s Jennie, the Life of Lady Randolph Churchill can’t but fail to keep the interest; my recommendation for a lazy summer read.
Summer in Massachusetts, what a gorgeous thing, what a muggy, overcast horrid thing, time to move abroad methinks, so who knows, the next mouth-watering issue might appear from Japan, depending on what the prices at the local photocopiers are.
The Contributor’s Bits at the end tell you the important things about our pensmiths, but the biggest and best is here:Nalo Hopkinsonhas won the Warner Aspect Best First Novel Contest! Her novel Brown Girl In the Ringwill be published by Warner Aspect in the summer of 1998 and the plaudits are just going to start rolling in. Even before she won I was very happy to publish an excerpt from her second novel, Midnight Robber; Tan-Tan and The Rolling Calf is a stand-alone folk tale from the novel in progress. It’s a joy to read not only for the tale – and the mythos behind it creeping into your awareness – but for the language which the reader will find echoing many a day afterward.
Maybe that’s my definition of a good fiction: that it echoes beyond what is actually described within it. It can be experience or action; a hint or a common reference; the physical words and language used. No matter what, there must be some aspect of it that gets beyond the navel-gazing onanismatic reflex of the non-self-reflecting individual. The fiction we present for your delectation passes these small criteria. It’ll keep you happy and interested and keep the magazine afloat for another season.
Come back Autumn, all is forgiven. Actually I want summer to stay, but would someone bribe the Winds and send a cool breeze my way, please? Thanks for coming, hope you enjoy the show,
flying high on wings of wax
The Skinny on the Folks
Born Henri Rochelle Gaston Beauchfort, Gaston is the only child of an unnamed French prostitute and the well known leader of the French Resistance Jean Harold Michele de St. Giroux Beuchfort. In his youth, Gaston was the well known lover of many women including Gertrude Stein, Simone de Beauvoir, Laura Ingalls Wilder, & Hannah Arrendt. His autobiography Gaston Remembers is considered the epitome of the modern confessional biography and has been called by the New York Times “a modern day Augustine’s Confessions with the good parts left in,” and “a sure fire way to get women hot” by Penthouse Magazine. Gaston currently is living in Cambridge where he is working on a series of poems that reflect upon his days in traveling in the Tour de France (of which ‘Thrusting Thighs of Passion’ is one).
Joseph Bills is a local entrepreneur, pensmith (free-agent/for-hire) and a dangerous man in a boxing ring.
Tim Emswiler edits Weird Times. Man about town, friend to dogs, bon-vivant, non-angst ridden, has had fiction published in Blue Lady, Aberrations, Dragon and Death Realmamong others.
Gavin J. Grant, agent provocateur in his own head.
Nalo Hopkinson‘s first novel, Brown Girl in the Ring, will be published next year by Warner Aspect. She has published a number of short stories in Canada where she’s resided about half her life. She has a story in each of the next two Ellen Datlow/Terry Windling anthologies: ‘Riding the Red’ in Black Swan, White Raven, (available now) and ‘Precious’ in Silver Birch, Blood Moon, (summer 1998). She does great readings.
Dora Knez is Canadian, a graduate of the Clarion writing workshop, married to a vulcan(ologist), and writes like a dream. She informs me that the Stick Man is a shape found by plotting galaxies on a 3-D computer model. Renaissance woman.
Kelly Link writes fiction and works in the best bookshop in Boston. She has a great book collection and holds wonderful parties where there’s chat, perhaps a glass of wine or a whisky, then people take out a volume of their own or pick a book off the shelf and settle down to read. However, never play cards with this woman, you’ll lose.
Edward Osowski is off researching in Mexico for the summer, at some point in the future he’d like to get paid for that kind of thing, or at least for his writings. A Chicago native, a part-time musician and by all accounts a sharp dresser, Ed assembled/contrived/made/created/ imagined and brought to life the collage cover for this issue as well as contributing a poem.
Your Uncle Willy is an adept. A connoisseur of the fine art of hanging out in now. He has been occasionally sighted sleuthing the stacks of then and when at the ol’ AVH Bookshop. Often likened unto the fabled Culture Vulture which glides high above the passing parade ever sweeping it with a sharply focussed beady eye. Thus, it may be said, he describes the true definition of ‘a now kind of guy.’
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