The literary reading, charges Mik Awake, “overlooks the single most important commodity in any literary transaction: a reader’s voice.”
“The case can be made that Titus Andronicus is an Elizabethan equivalent of Texas Chainsaw Massacre with a bigger budget, better actors, and more eloquent language.”
No doubt you’ve heard. The great Kurt Vonnegut is dead. 84 years old, brain injuries from a fall, and he’s gone. Twenty dollars says even — maybe especially — Dale Peck is mourning today. Perhaps, as he insists repeatedly in Timequake, things will be better when he’s dead; perhaps his followers will stop searching his books for some clue as . . .
Bookslut favorite Ander Monson reads tonight in Chicago. His “Outline Toward a Theory of the Mine Versus the Mind and the Harvard Outline” looks a lot like my (abandoned) novel outline.