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"...the endlessly renewable power of repetition, hypnosis, and frenzy..."

Peter Margasak writes a fine tribute to one of my favorite bands, the Feelies, who played here recently at the Pitchfork Festival. 

July 19, 2017 in Music | Permalink | Comments (0)

"...like thin old wine-skins overfilled..."

H.G. Wells, on religious converts:

Disgust of the narrow life, of all baseness, took shape in narrowness and baseness. The quickened soul ended the night a hypocrite; prophets disputed for precedence; seductions, it is altogether indisputable, were frequent among penitents! and Ananias went home converted and returned with a falsified gift. And it was almost universal that the converted should be impatient and immoderate, scornful of reason and a choice of expedients, opposed to balance, skill, and knowledge. Incontinently full of grace, like thin old wine-skins overfilled, they felt they must burst if once they came into contact with hard fact and sane direction.

True, this is from a novel (In the Days of the Comet), but this isn’t simply a narrator talking, independent of the author. This book is full of so many rants and diatribes that this passage can’t be construed as anything but Wells using his narrator as a megaphone.

July 18, 2017 in Books | Permalink | Comments (0)

Damage Control

I love this concept: a satirical comic book series about a corporation that rebuilds New York City every time a superhero battle destroys it.

Superheroes are — or at least try hard to be — good for ordinary human beings. But they can be bad for infrastructure: their fights can level, undermine, or otherwise bust up buildings, roads and tunnels, and most heroes don’t have the wherewithal to make repairs.

I've never been a comic book guy (a certainly not a Comic Book Guy) but I think I would really enjoy this.

July 13, 2017 in Books | Permalink | Comments (4)

"Spectacle"

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I'm pleased to announce the publication of my flash fiction piece "Spectacle", in the journal Chicago Literati. In case you're not a Chicago aficionado, the photo above should give a strong hint of the story's historical context. 

This is my first publication in almost two years, the delay being partly due to the fact that I only rarely submit to journals any longer, and also from lack of fresh material, as I've been writing long-form work lately instead of short stories. Though I might have to rectify this - seeing the story online this morning was quite a pleasant jolt. 

July 9, 2017 in Chicago Observations, Fiction | Permalink | Comments (0)

Quote

"As soon as the magic trick has been done the whole business of the fantasy writer is to keep everything else human and real. Touches of prosaic detail are imperative and a rigorous adherence to the hypothesis. Any extra fantasy outside the cardinal assumption immediately gives a touch of irresponsible silliness to the invention." - H.G. Wells

July 4, 2017 in Books | Permalink | Comments (0)

Peepshow token

At HiLobrow, Kio Stark writes an elegy for Times Square, through the prism of an old peepshow token. 

We got the new radio, but forgot the batteries. My uncle pulled over again and I hopped out, ran into a fluorescent-lit store and bought them. I felt utterly wild, alone in a flashing, raunchy world with a handful of cash. He was watching me the whole time, and I was never more than 20 yards from the van, but it was wild still.

July 2, 2017 in Current Affairs, Ephemera | Permalink | Comments (2)