New Fiction Blog

Hello all– Just a quick post to let you know about my fiction blog, which will feature weekly pieces set in Montreal. hope that will interest some of you thanks! Dave

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Barking the Obvious

I hope we can all agree that “graphic novel” is the dumbest term ever coined. Since when does the word novel connote “quality”? (Which is presumably what these twits are aiming for. I mean, novels have always had a graphic component, no? We can see them, after all.) Most novels are pretty goddamned horrible, aren’t [...]

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Movie Quiz

Filched from the estimable Ed Howard. This ain’t Cailloux de cinema, but there’ll be a lot of film talk here… best to establish that early on. 1) Second-favorite Stanley Kubrick film. The Killing–Tim Carey goes to the race-track: a tour-de-force demonstration of what the semantic availability of hate speech can do 2) Most significant/important/interesting trend [...]

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Every Introduction Comes Too Late; or, Ex Post Facto

So what’s it all about, Anagramsci? Well… Friendship… character… ethics… no… wait… that’s Johnny Caspar’s blog. But I care about that stuff too. I’ve got an idea that criticism should cozy up to its subjects. Dive into the material and come out dripping with cogency. I treat my texts like I treat my friends–taking them [...]

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“Hit Me With More of Your Sour, Puss”

Angela Szczepaniak’s Unisex Love Poems files alphabetical suit against a whole host of typographical errors that sentence us to symptomatic reading, through typecast eyes. By hailing their audience from a number of sites that are just around the bend of contemporary cultural plausibility, Szczepaniak’s narratroopers get the drop on some of the most deeply entrenched [...]

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Stark Night of the Soul

We’ll begin with overstatement–just so you know it’s me: Grant Morrison’s  entire career has been a sustained meditation upon the problem of free will. In the boggiest regions of the oeuvre (i.e. The Filth), the very notion of a “self” is boiled down into a kind of broth salted by otherness. These narratives strain out [...]

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