although this correspondence between jessa crispin and michael schaub on the founding of their online literary magazine bookslut (this month celebrating its 100th issue) claims itself to be "mostly incredulous," you should believe it. to restate: it can happen; and it can happen out of notes on cocktail napkins with a slate of contributors that only includes a half handful of friends and your sister -- and it's nice to have something inspiring to live vicariously through on the second full day of grey and rain to interrupt what came up to us last week in portland and presented itself as an honest, trustworthy and providing late summer. the hope of hopes, really, after being shamefully reminded that we never should have let our guard down and put any faith in that godawful daytime star.
bookslut's portland reading series commences 9/24 at reading frenzy, presided over by schaub, who's still struggling to get accustomed to our unique ways here in the rose city. come out and help the new transplant see how portland lambastes an author. you've got two and a half weeks to practice your eye rolls and lip curls. oh, and free pabst, by the way. schaub has, ahem, done his reading. the victim? tao lin, in town to promote his new book richard yates. sloppily high-minded fun for all! and if you believe what crispin and schaub have to say about bookslut history, we can probably even get you laid.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment