Facebook has its place if you are shrewd about using it. My work goes up (whether music, poetry or graphic arts), I share music I find, and I keep in touch with people I’d otherwise never reach (my friends are all around the world). Put up what I’m eating or doing at the moment? Not a hope in Hades!
That’s Odd
A thing happened. After procuring beer, cigarettes, burritos, and likely other objects or substances I am aware of they headed to Buford’s abode. James promptly locked himself in the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later James emerges with pupils the size of dinner plates and exclaims:
“Yeah, it’s coke, and it is amazing!”
The aftermath I learned about resulted in a multi day bender. From white powder. Found in a gutter.
Lots of Questions
Why was high quality cocaine abandoned?
Why would a person put a gutter substance up their nose?
How are they still all alive?
I shall transcribe more, but I need a few hours.
I promise, they will be rude.
I don’t think I’ve transcribed this one, if I have I will delete it.
Palaniuk Can Go To Hell
No seriously, fuck chuck.
A little background. Chuck palaniuk is one of the great, most imaginative, effective, and odd writers of this generation. He has ways of putting buckowski and twain to shame. Buy with great power comes… Fuck it he made me pass out with words.
A number of years ago I went through a chuck phase, which I called a ChuckFest. His short stories are fantastic, and even the gratuitous stories about passing a stone were riveting.
I never never knew wrestles gave themselves cauliflower ear on purpose; that a teste festy was a thing; there are several castles in Idaho; and Chuck lives in one of the great cities, Portland Oregon.
However, the book Haunted installed such an unexpected, visceral reaction i still remember it.
I purchased the book at SFO, thinking, “this will pass the time on this godawful flight”. And it certainly did.
Intestines
The scene that made me black out was a description of a poor sod getting his intestines ripped out of his butt hole, in a swimming pool. I am not squeamish, but the detail and almost detached emotion made my vision go white. I slumped back in my seat, held the vomit bag to my face after I regained consciousness.
Chuck, I have to commend you. I have seen fucked up shit. But your words, your emotionally charged words, turned off my brain.
Thank you Chuck for showing how powerful your voice and narrative is. But fuck chuck for making me pass out.
“Guts” has that effect on people, at least according to Chuck Pahlaniuk.
Not sure why that story, as opposed to all the others in Haunted. Why not the guy being boiled alive in the hot spring? What about the whole premise of the death cult thinly veiled as a writing colony run by that progeria guy? To me, “Guts” was probably one of the least disturbing parts of that whole book.
Yes. Novels. One fantasy (secondary world, series). Elevator pitches as The West Wing, set in Westeros. Always looking for beta readers on that one. 5 books at clean finish, two are past first draft but will probably turn into 3 on completion; two more are at first draft stage. This is the one I’m planning to push out the door soonest. The 5 completes run about 100-150K each, but they’re one story arc.
One gaslight urban-fantasy. Starts out looking like a gritty realism Regency. Doesn’t end there. It’s very much about the period from after Waterloo (June 1815) to the winter of 1816, that started the Year Without a Summer, and plays with PTSD, power and the early days of formal espionage and crypto. There is a clean complete draft finished, and I’m willing to let that one be read, but it’s altering in rework. (Also, vampires, because the Anglo mythology is mostly lacking the concept of vampirism until the Very Bad House Party at Lake Geneva.)
One reboot of Sense and Sensibility. Modern setting, no fantasy. It started as an experiment, because I didn’t think it would be possible to reboot S&S in a modern setting, since the whole economic underpinnings of S&S is the entail and the social rules of prior engagement, but then I got into it and it still works, with different restrictions. Complete. Plays with the Vikings in North America theories.
If anything strikes anyone’s fancy, let me know. I have fairly thick skin.
It was the pleasure and pain that really brought it home.
The scene that made me black out was a description of a poor sod getting his intestines ripped out of his butt hole, in a swimming pool. I am not squeamish, but the detail and almost detached emotion made my vision go white. I slumped back in my seat, held the vomit bag to my face after I regained consciousness.
I like to think I’m not so sensitive, but after reading that story… I didn’t pick up another Palahniuk story.
That was the first story in the book. I finished the whole damn book, and it only got worse from there.
That explains why the other stories aren’t familiar to me.
Alternative title, “Oh God Why!?”
Yes, I do. I teach art, but I also write.
I write matriarchal stories, and have my own website.
I write short stories (here and here).
I write nonfiction (here and here).
And I even wrote books (here, here, and here with review here).
I should be sleeping, but I am writing a chapter trying to finish something new.
Bravo., and always glad to meet teachers.