13 book recommendations from Canada's CBC for reads that will keep you up at night, in a good way.Read More
When you enter the top-secret Caesura program, a.k.a. "The Blinds," you get a new identity and you have to choose a new name for yourself. Your new name must be a combination of a) an iconic movie star (for familiarity) and b) an ex-Vice-President (for anonymity).
One of the most fun things about writing my new novel, THE BLINDS, was coming up with the names for each character: Calvin Cooper, Charlie Dawes, Buster Ford, Fran Adams, and so on.
Now you can have a "Blinds" name of your very own, with this Blinds Name Generator from the mad geniuses at Ecco Press.
Go ahead. Give it a try. Just take it from me, Harry Harlow — it's addictive.
A Q&A with me about The Blinds, Jim Thompson, Alan Moore, wretched hives of scum and villainy, darkness, email distractions, and writing tips for parents of small children, conducted by the indefatigable novelist and gentleman Alex Segura.Read More
Stephen Dunn is a very well-known poet, given he's won the Pulitzer Prize and all. Nevertheless, being moderately contemporary poetry illiterate, I only recently started reading him. To be truthful, I've been low-level obsessing over him for a little while, ever since reading a poem of his called "Tucson," in the Penguin Anthology of Twentieth Century American Poetry, which I dip into now and again when I'm craving a poetry fix.
I finally tracked down and bought two of Dunn's books today, one a career-spanning collection titled "What Goes On," and one a more recent volume, "Here And Now." I bought the latter solely on the strength of flipping it open randomly to this poem, "If A Clown," which I immediately loved.
Later, I Googled the poem and it turns out it ran in The New Yorker in 2009, which, as my wife said, is a little like discovering some awesome new band, then finding out they played on SNL four years ago. But even so! Maybe everyone's already read this poem and fallen as hard in love with it as I have. But if you haven't, here are the opening lines:
If a clown came out of the woods,
a standard-looking clown with oversized
polka-dot clothes, floppy shoes,
a red, bulbous nose, and you saw him
on the edge of your property,
there’d be nothing funny about that,
would there? A bear might be preferable,
especially if black and berry-driven.
And it goes from there and is like a crazed beautiful hybrid of Robert Frost and Jack Handey and is absolutely fantastic. Suffice to say, my obsessing has been officially upgraded from low-level to high-level. Read the whole poem here. Read Tucson here. Go buy all of Stephen Dunn's books. Also, I was going to try and illustrate this post with a photo of a clown but I seriously couldn't find a single one that wouldn't give you, and me, nightmares.
A very kind mention of NEAR ENEMY in Entertainment Weekly's 'Cheat Sheet."
Please forgive the weird Xeroxed quality of the photo — I was faxed this from 1991. I assure you the original clip is in glorious Technicolor. So after you watch PARKS AND RECREATION and listen to Panda Bear, enjoy NEAR ENEMY! A well-rounded cultural diet.