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Tomorrow is the second instalment of the 8th House Collaboration Series (you may remember that the first one featured our very own Mr Hanson-Finger) and this time around there are 2 Dragnet connections: Ben Ladouceur and Gary Barwin. It’s a pretty stacked line-up, and I would be sad if you missed it just because I didn’t tell you about it. So, you’re welcome, really.
The Puritan Presents: The Second Annual Thomas Morton Memorial Prize in Literary Excellence! (A mouthful, to be sure.) Submit, submit, submit! Cause guys, there is REAL MONEY involved here. Go get it, buy yourself a pizza.
Dragnet friend, and all around good dude, Spencer Gordon, got a really great review in the National Post, for his book, Cosmo. Yay Spencer!
Dragnet super-friend Jess Taylor’s poem, “Every Light on Every Cab”, is in the inaugural issue of The Acrobat. She say’s it’s based on a true story AND there’s peeing; if that doesn’t entice you, then its awesomeness should.
These are the illustrations that I made to accompany Jeremy Hanson-Finger’s ‘The Green Knight Gets the Blues,’ a funny short story about the man who plays the villainous Green Knight at Medieval Times, and the personality crisis that comes with playing an unchivalrous cheat every night.
Ian Turner is a very talented man; if ya don’t know, now ya know. And knowing is half the battle. You missed a very awesome collaboration between Jeremy and Ian if you missed the 8th House event. Trust.
As you may know by now, our very own Jeremy Hanson-Finger is having his début collection of short stories (working title: Nice People Who Care About Each Other Having a Good Time) published by 8th House Publishing. This in and of itself is rather exciting; but wait, there’s more! Tomorrow, 8th House is throwing a night of multimedia collaborations, and Jeremy, along with Dragnet friend Ian Turner, and The Benefit of the Free Man (see: video), will be headlining. Other collaborations abound, and after, dancing! (And I think you MUST know how we feel about dancing at this point in our relationship.)
The shortlist for the Bad Sex in Fiction Award 2012 just came out, and Tom Wolfe is at it again,
“Now his big generative jockey was inside her pelvic saddle, riding, riding, riding, and she was eagerly swallowing it swallowing it swallowing it with the saddle’s own lips and maw—all without a word.”
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?