“Rapture Basement,” the first short story I’ve written in well over a decade, is out from Narrative Magazine today. It arrived in a great rush this summer, and I think of it as a kind of fictional fraternal twin to my Baffler essay, “Taking T for Jesus.”
On the one hand, it feels a bit self-centered to catch you up on the praise for Ancestor Trouble since my last post in April, but on the other hand it would feel rude not to acknowledge people who put time into saying thoughtful things about the book. I am always and forever a Southerner-one-step-removed.
This year I abandoned the novel I worked on for ages. Fragments survive in the novel I’m working on now, but it’s a fundamentally different book, and that feels great. For years, I resisted writing a nonfiction book first, because I really didn’t want to write a memoir. But it turned out that (1) I really did need, as several . . .
Part two of “Nobody’s Stranger,” my Miami noir love story, is up at Medium today. (Part one. The story’s loooong history.)