That's right I love Twilight. Not the Mormon fairy tale of repressed sexuality, which I'm sure is great. True this Twilight does have sex with dead people, but not in the way the tweens would really get into. William Gay's Twilight is a Southern gothic, heavy on the gothic, where a prissy and perverse mortician is blackmailed by a brother and sister and in turn sics Sutter on them, Sutter being the kind deranged monster that perhaps only the South can produce. Anyway, good holiday reading.
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
I Read Twilight and I Loved It!
That's right I love Twilight. Not the Mormon fairy tale of repressed sexuality, which I'm sure is great. True this Twilight does have sex with dead people, but not in the way the tweens would really get into. William Gay's Twilight is a Southern gothic, heavy on the gothic, where a prissy and perverse mortician is blackmailed by a brother and sister and in turn sics Sutter on them, Sutter being the kind deranged monster that perhaps only the South can produce. Anyway, good holiday reading.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Reading IV & the Party that Followed
Friday night the Queens Low-Residency MFA readings ended with a short story by Elizabeth Evans and a short film by the poet Claudia Rankine.
After, there was an informal end of residency party at the hotel bar. I have no affiliation with the program. I teach undergrads at Queens, but my girlfriend Heather is getting her poetry MFA, so I ended up in hotel bar with an overpriced Jack & Coke and after explaining that no, I wasn't in the program, I had two extended conversations. Conversation one was about Flight of the Conchords, Six Feet Under, The Wire, and Lost (I should stop watching TV). Then, a more literate conversation was about our shared respect for Blood Meridian and Smonk and ended in a recommendation for William Gay's Twilight. And I got to chat with Heather's friends, one of whom inadvertently gives me ideas for titles that have stories bubbling out of them every time I'm around her--sometimes it feels like stealing, but then I am related to a horse-thief, so what can you do? This time it was "The Meat Tank." Beautiful. I want to follow her around with a notepad, but fear that might be disconcerting. Though several residences ago there was a bar fight, this night ended sadly violence-free.
After, there was an informal end of residency party at the hotel bar. I have no affiliation with the program. I teach undergrads at Queens, but my girlfriend Heather is getting her poetry MFA, so I ended up in hotel bar with an overpriced Jack & Coke and after explaining that no, I wasn't in the program, I had two extended conversations. Conversation one was about Flight of the Conchords, Six Feet Under, The Wire, and Lost (I should stop watching TV). Then, a more literate conversation was about our shared respect for Blood Meridian and Smonk and ended in a recommendation for William Gay's Twilight. And I got to chat with Heather's friends, one of whom inadvertently gives me ideas for titles that have stories bubbling out of them every time I'm around her--sometimes it feels like stealing, but then I am related to a horse-thief, so what can you do? This time it was "The Meat Tank." Beautiful. I want to follow her around with a notepad, but fear that might be disconcerting. Though several residences ago there was a bar fight, this night ended sadly violence-free.
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