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		<title>Stories We Love: &#8220;Map of the City&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 13:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Natalie Bakopoulos</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Editor&#8217;s note: What?  Isn&#8217;t Short Story Month over?  Yes, it is&#8212;but that doesn&#8217;t mean we stop loving short stories.  So here&#8217;s an encore round of &#8220;Stories We Love.&#8221;

In “Map of the City,” a story from her new collection Separate Kingdoms, Valerie Laken portrays the life of an American college student in perostroika-era [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><strong>Editor&#8217;s note:</strong> What?  Isn&#8217;t Short Story Month over?  Yes, it is&#8212;but that doesn&#8217;t mean we stop loving short stories.  So here&#8217;s an encore round of &#8220;Stories We Love.&#8221;</em></p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20792787@N00/4114655525/" title="Москва (Moscow) - Kropotkinskaya metro station (Кропоткинская) by jaime.silva, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4114655525_ddf76e6555.jpg" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="375" alt="Москва (Moscow) - Kropotkinskaya metro station (Кропоткинская)"></a></p>
<p>In “Map of the City,” a story from her new collection <em>Separate Kingdoms,</em> <a href="http://valerielaken.com/">Valerie Laken</a> portrays the life of an American college student in <em>perostroika</em>-era Moscow. The story is brilliantly structured&#8212;the names of Moscow metro stations head the various sections, each of which captures a new moment in time and space and thereby mimics the experience of using the subway: you descend into one station and resurface at another. </p>
<p><em>Perestroika,</em> after all, was a time of change and restructuring, and in the early-nineties Soviet Union you might go to sleep in one sort of nation and awake in an entirely different one. “We’re in the heart of the biggest country in the world with its eleven time zones and fifteen republics, its thirty thousand nuclear warheads,” the narrator thinks. “And for today at least, nobody knows who’s in charge.” Language, too, seems to be fleeting. For instance, when the narrator learns the Russian word for solstice, she repeats the word to herself but knows that in an hour it will have vanished.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spolster/62811027/" title="Horse and Rider Statue by Spolster, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/62811027_56523d6260.jpg" class="alignleft" width="250" height="333" alt="Horse and Rider Statue"></a>“The country no longer exists, but the city remains,” one section begins. “A country is just an idea, its borders only visible in your mind and on maps.” The story suggests maps are just ideas, too, superimposing order, logic, and stasis on an ever-changing, dynamic place. In a city like Moscow, to say you live near a certain metro stop means everything to someone familiar with the place and nothing to someone who is not. And yet it’s the streets “covered in slush,” the crowds that “dwindle and swell,” the “clusters of women” and the tall-standing statues of poets and the soldiers who peek out of the hatches of the tanks that really are the place&#8212;the place Laken masterfully evokes. </p>
<p>The beginning of “Map of the City” is so gorgeously vivid that it almost feels like an ending, alight and crackling, its own midsummer night’s dream.  The story begins on the feast of John the Baptist; ten o’clock at night and the sun has not yet set. According to the narrator’s books on Russian culture, which also serve as a kind of map, detailed yet sometimes ultimately uninformative: “[T]his is the night when everyone pours into the forest and stays out till dawn jumping over bonfires and searching for magical fern blossoms.” The characters, five Americans and six Russian students, visit the forest, but nobody else is there. The rest of the city pours out from the metro and moves not toward the woods but its large blocky apartment structures, highlighting the disconnect between visitors and those who move in a place’s real underbelly, a distinction that blurs, defines, and alters as the story progresses. </p>
<p>The students’ collective experience is its own mini cultural exchange. One of the Russian students says, “‘I read somewhere that in America you can tell what kind of person someone is by the type of car he drives.’” The absurdity makes all the characters laugh, but both the narrator and the reader see the truth in the statement.  It is bizarre, we think. And so true. “There are lots of things I can’t tell them about my country,” the narrator notes.</p>
<p>She also reveals how  when you think you understand a place, you discover another layer to it:</p>
<blockquote><p>I once heard a rumor about a second, secret metro system that supposedly runs below this one, designed to evacuate the most important people in the event of—here Russians stop the story, because what they were about to say would be impolite&#8212;in the event that your country annihilates us with those weapons.</p></blockquote>
<p>Such details show not only the city’s unknowability but also its sense of urgency. When the narrator’s friend Andrei tells her, in the middle of what turns out to be a coup, not to worry, she points out that the phrase literally translates as “Don’t uncalm yourself.” The beautiful confusion of this idiom&#8212;I repeated it to myself over and over&#8212;implies that her state of rest is calm and any deviation from such is unnecessary, trivial. Yet anyone who’s lived in or visited a foreign country knows that very little time is spent in such a state. Unless it involves gated resorts and drinks with tiny umbrella garnishes, often to travel is to uncalm yourself. You may experience tranquility and joy, but the sheer extra work your mind does to translate and transpose generally cannot be described as calm. 	</p>
<p>And the narrator doesn’t necessarily want calm. She wants to live. When her classmates are hesitant about going out during a time of unrest and protest, she forges ahead, believing she has nothing to lose.  And she wants to live like a native. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pauldineen/51606402/" title="Moscow Metro by MelvinSchlubman, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/51606402_fa4d488a8c.jpg" class="alignright" width="250" height="358" alt="Moscow Metro"></a>But like many expatriates, desperately wanting to fit in often makes us stand out all the more. The longer we are abroad, the more we cling to other expatriates&#8212;not because they remind us of home but maybe because they, like us, are homeless, not a part of either culture but instead forming another one altogether, using the slang of the new land while eating the Frosted Flakes of the old. Laken’s narrator asserts to Jacob&#8212;an American expatriate who seems to know more about Moscow than anyone&#8212;how well she knows the geography of the city, challenging him to quiz her on any part of the metro.</p>
<p>But the metro, Jacob tells her, is “tourist stuff.” We wonder then if it’s not the metro that defines the city but the river; the metro creates separate little kingdoms that are difficult to conceptualize as one whole (much like the republics that emerged and redefined themselves after the fall of the Soviet Union, after all). Maybe the rumored secret subway runs along the river in its haphazard, evasive way, like the missing part of a culture or language or place you think you’d understand if only you could figure it out.   The one you never got around to memorizing, or if you did you could only hold it your mind for so long, like the Russian word for solstice, never yours to begin with. </p>
<blockquote><p>For the first time you understand why the word language so often comes from the word tongue. Of course it’s this base writhing thing you survive on, this thing that unfurls from your core, where you can’t see its origins. You can try to escape yourself, but you’re still here.</p></blockquote>
<p><em>You’re still here!</em> Laken’s awareness of the tension between transience and permanence creates the beauty and complexity of this story.  And this tension also creates the wonder of uncalming yourself in a new place, the thrum and magic of bonfires and the forest and magical ferns, the possibilities inherent when you descend in one place, arise in another, and study a map to see if you can find yourself. </p>
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		<title>Curl Up with some Good Stories&#8230;from Narrative</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2011 13:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne Stameshkin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is SSM really almost over?!
Thankfully we can read stories year round, but I still feel the urge (while they&#8217;re center stage) to list two recommendations this week. They both come from Narrative magazine, which does require (free) registration. But I promise, these stories are so good, it&#8217;s worth filling out a quick form to read [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Is SSM really almost over?!</p>
<p>Thankfully we can read stories year round, but I still feel the urge (while they&#8217;re center stage) to list two recommendations this week. They both come from <em>Narrative</em> magazine, which does require (free) registration. But I promise, these stories are so good, it&#8217;s worth filling out a quick form to read them. And <em>Narrative</em> offers a huge, inspiring, and ever-growing archive of fiction from emerging writers to authors as well known as Margaret Atwood and T. C. Boyle; if I weren&#8217;t headed to a wedding this afternoon, I might curl up with this site all day. </p>
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<li><a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/stories-week-2009%E2%80%932010/harvesters">&#8220;Harvesters,&#8221;</a> by Eugene Cross
<p><em>An excerpt&#8230;</em></p>
<blockquote><p>When May came, tiny fissures cleaving the steel gray sky, Ty packed the duffel his father had left him long ago and drove west. Every year was the same. The harvest began in Texas, and there he joined the others, running the combines day and night in staggered lines that left wide swaths in the open fields like fingers through sand. By June they had passed through Oklahoma and on into Kansas, where the world seemed flatter still and the wheat moved atop the earth like the shimmer of heat over a fire. Across into Colorado and back through Nebraska following the grain, they slept and ate in trailers too small for comfort and worked till the great sky bruised at its edges, pinks and reds and violets Ty had seen nowhere else. They spoke of little besides the harvest and knew each other by their jobs. They traded day wages for rolls of quarters and washed their clothes in empty Laundromats. If they drank they did so quickly and with purpose, filling the corner booths of taverns, where they were nameless. With August came the Dakotas, where they moved East River until they reached Redfield, where Ty knew a woman. They worked two full days and half of another before the rain they’d left in Tyndall caught up with them. When it did, Ty went to see her.</p></blockquote>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/stories-week-2009%E2%80%932010/harvesters">here</a> to read the rest.</p>
<li>&#8220;At the Wrong Time, to the Wrong People,&#8221; by Cara Blue Adams
<p>Here are the first two paragraphs. [Editor's Note: Do not read this without a box of tissues within reach.]</p>
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She and her sister work together silently. They no longer need to speak. They focus on the dog, moving him as they would a mattress. Half collie, half German shepherd, he weighs a good eighty pounds. Together they prop his forelegs on the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. He whines softly as they raise his legs so that his body stretches toward the sky.</p>
<p>She holds the dog’s bowl to his mouth. Seven. This is the seventh day that he has not been able to eat properly, that his esophagus has refused to function, that she and her sister have needed to hold him in such a way that gravity pulls the food from his throat to his stomach, so that he starves more slowly than he would otherwise. A rich, meaty smell rises from the dish she holds to his nose. The dog laps weakly, pants, grins at her.</p></blockquote>
<p>Go <a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/stories-week-2010%E2%80%932011/wrong-time-wrong-people">here</a> to reach the rest.</p>
<p>If these stories inspire you to get typing, visit <a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/node/129337">this page </a>to learn more about <em>Narrative</em>&#8217;s Spring 2011 Short Story Contest. The deadline is July 31.</p>
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		<title>Stories We Love: &#8220;Incarnations of Burned Children&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 13:13:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Thomas</dc:creator>
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When I first read William Faulkner, in high school, it felt less like reading a book and more like an archeological find&#8212;unearthing something long dormant that I&#8217;d always known. His cadence, and that humid, repetitious, biblical world of the South, tapped into something in my bones. 
The first time I read David Foster Wallace&#8217;s &#8220;Incarnations [...]]]></description>
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<p>When I first read William Faulkner, in high school, it felt less like reading a book and more like an archeological find&#8212;unearthing something long dormant that I&#8217;d always known. His cadence, and that humid, repetitious, biblical world of the South, tapped into something in my bones. </p>
<p>The first time I read David Foster Wallace&#8217;s &#8220;Incarnations of Burned Children,&#8221; at my brother&#8217;s strenuous recommendation, it struck me the same way&#8212;whole cloth, True in the capital-letter sense of the word, so perfect I didn&#8217;t want to deconstruct it as a writer, lest I drain a bit of its magic. A writing teacher of mine once said that Wallace made a detailed outline of the story to render every gesture and pivot of the story&#8217;s tight timing flawless. I have never tried to verify that bit of information, but if indeed there was an outline, Wallace stitched the story together such that no seams show. It throbs with an urgency like a story you sit down and write in one headlong, rushing draft. Perfect on the first go.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s a story about parenthood, and the human condition, and though Wallace had no direct experience with the former, he was a master of empathy on every dimension of the latter. It&#8217;s a story that makes me think, every time I read it: <em>this</em> is what fiction can do.</p>
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<p>Read it online in <em>Esquire</em>, where it was published April 21, 2009: </p>
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<li><a href="http://www.esquire.com/fiction/fiction/incarnations-burned-children-david-foster-wallace-0900">&#8220;Incarnations of Burned Children&#8221; by David Foster Wallace</a></li>
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		<title>This Week in Shorts</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 13:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Celeste Ng</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the last weekend of Fiction Writers Review&#8217;s Short Story Month celebration, here&#8217;s one more helping of short-story-related news (and some gratuitous shorts-related photos&#151you know you enjoy them):
READ:

Ninth Letter shares a story by Rachel Cantor, &#8220;Zanzibar, Bereft,&#8221; to read online.
At The Millions, Paul Vidich reflects on the livelihood of the short story: &#8220;Is today’s short [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For the last weekend of Fiction Writers Review&#8217;s Short Story Month celebration, here&#8217;s one more helping of short-story-related news (and some gratuitous shorts-related photos&#151you know you enjoy them):</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bestfor/2366699936/" title="Short Group Photo by bestfor / richard, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2366699936_f5650fa44b.jpg" class="alignleft" width="222" height="400" alt="Short Group Photo"></a><strong>READ:</strong></p>
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<li>Ninth Letter shares a <a href="http://ninthletter.blogspot.com/2011/05/short-story-month-rachel-cantor.html">story by Rachel Cantor</a>, &#8220;Zanzibar, Bereft,&#8221; to read online.</li>
<li>At The Millions, <a href="http://www.themillions.com/2011/05/publish-or-perish-the-short-story.html">Paul Vidich reflects on the livelihood of the short story</a>: &#8220;Is today’s short fiction not as good?  Hardly.  Why aren’t readers holding up their part of the bargain?  The answer, let me suggest, is related to how readers are given the opportunity to read – distribution, in commercial terms.&#8221;</li>
<li>Still not enough short stories for your insatiable appetite?  <a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%23ssm2011">Search Twitter for the Short Story Month Tag (<strong>#ssm2011</strong>)</a> for lots of recommendations.  Story-loving Tweeters will point you to everything from <a href="http://twitter.com/TheSchooner/status/72477072706109440">Eudora Welty&#8217;s &#8220;Flowers for Marjorie&#8221;</a> to <a href="http://twitter.com/fwriction/status/73393310844194816">Alison Barker&#8217;s &#8220;Fact of Life&#8221;</a>.</li>
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<p><strong>FIGHT:</strong></p>
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<li>Flavorwire lists its <a href="http://flavorwire.com/180960/our-favorite-short-stories-of-2010">favorite short stories of the past year</a> (many with links to read online).  Did they miss any of your favorites?</li>
<li>One Story tries to come up with the <a href="http://www.one-story.com/blog/?p=2801">Top Short Stories of All Time</a>.  There&#8217;s a top 10 list (yes, “The Dead” by James Joyce is on it) and a longlist&#8212;how many have you read?	</li>
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<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brothaloveimages/1548086318/" title="284/365: Out Gay Warrior by malik ml williams, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2054/1548086318_0daf886861.jpg" class="alignleft" width="222" height="333" alt="284/365: Out Gay Warrior"></a><br />
<strong>SUBMIT:</strong></p>
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<li>The deadline for <a href="http://www.glimmertrain.com/"><em>Glimmertrain</em></a>&#8217;s <a href="http://www.glimmertrain.com/shorawfornew2.html">Short Story Award for New Writers</a> is May 31.  The contest is open only to writers whose fiction has not appeared in any print publication with a circulation over 5,000; first prize is $1,200 and publication.  For prize information, contest guidelines, and to submit, visit <a href="http://www.glimmertrain.com/shorawfornew2.html">Glimmertrain&#8217;s website</a>.  And while you&#8217;re there, consider <a href="http://www.glimmertrain.com/subscribe.html">subscribing</a> to this great journal, which publishes only short fiction!  </li>
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<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ateliervanessamaurer/2926094289/" title="Shorts melancias... by Vanessa Maurer, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2926094289_fb3d7455e3.jpg" class="alignleft" width="222" height="167" alt="Shorts melancias..."></a></p>
<p><strong>WIN!</strong></p>
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<li>Don&#8217;t forget: you can win FREE SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS through the Collection Giveaway Project, hosted right here on Fiction Writers Review.  Click <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/blog/2011-collection-giveaway-project">here</a> to see the list of blogs giving away books, and good luck!</li>
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<p>There are still 4 more days of Short Story Month left, so keep checking back here at Fiction Writers Review for more story-related content every day, including a story to read online (for inspiration) and a writing prompt (to get you in gear).</p>
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		<title>Never the Cool Kid: An Interview with Jeff Kass</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carlina Duan &#38; Allison Kennedy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pioneer High School students Carlina Duan and Allison Kennedy sit down with famed Ann Arbor writing teacher and teen center director Jeff Kass to discuss his recent story collection, <em>Knuckleheads</em>. Kass discusses knuckleheadedness as a state of being, why being an outsider is important, the influence of Springsteen on his fiction, and the reason he wrote this book—in part—for his students. <em>Bonus Track:</em> an original off-the-top-of-the-dome list poem by Kass on “happiness.”]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/jeff_kass_credit_john_shultz.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-21497" title="jeff_kass_credit_john_shultz" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/jeff_kass_credit_john_shultz.jpg" alt="jeff_kass_credit_john_shultz" width="200" height="251" /></a>Jeff Kass declares, “I’m always sure I’m not the cool kid.” Yet this self-proclaimed &#8220;hopeful knucklehead&#8221; manages to exude nothing but crisp calmness and dazzling humility to students, friends, and readers alike. Jeff’s writing illuminates truth and illustrates his belief that despite making mistakes, we all deserve the opportunity to become better versions of ourselves. His honesty is infectious both in the classroom and on the page, convincing students and readers to carry themselves with similar promise.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/knuckleheads-by-jeff-kass/"><strong><em>Knuckleheads</em></strong></a> (Dzanc, 2011) is Jeff Kass’s first collection of stories, following a chapbook of poetry, <em>Invisible Staircase</em>, a chapbook of essays, <em>From the Front of the Room</em>, and his one-man poetica performance, <em>Wrestle the Great Fear</em>. Inspiring and motivating the youth of Ann Arbor, Jeff teaches creative writing at both Pioneer High School and Eastern Michigan University. He also serves as the Literary Arts Director at Ann Arbor’s teen center, <a href="http://www.neutral-zone.org/"><strong>The Neutral Zone</strong></a>. As pioneer students of “Mr. Kass,” we had the privilege of conversing with him across wooden school desks in early March. We now sometimes call him Jeff. We hope that despite his assertion otherwise, his humility and humor will persuade you, like us, to conclude he’s the “coolest kid” you know.</p>
<h2>Interview:</h2>
<p><strong>Carlina:</strong> <strong>All the knuckleheads in your book are very male, and the collection talks a lot about masculinity. We were wondering if women can be knuckleheads.</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Knuckleheads.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-21467" title="Knuckleheads" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Knuckleheads.jpg" alt="Knuckleheads" width="257" height="296" /></a><strong>Jeff Kass:</strong> Women can definitely be knuckleheads. I think knuckleheads at some point should be a gender-neutral term, because to me a knucklehead is somebody who makes a lot of mistakes but still wants to do better, wants redemption, and wants to figure things out. There’s no reason why a female can’t be a knucklehead. You guys are a bunch of knuckleheads. <em>[Laughter.]</em> The mistake would be to think that a female knucklehead would be the same as a male knucklehead, in terms of making the same mistakes. Is it somebody who screws up relationships? Or sees the opposite sex in really stereotypical ways? Or cares more about lifting weights than paying attention to their mother? No, that wouldn’t be what a female knucklehead would do. Female knuckleheadedness doesn’t mean becoming a male knucklehead. There’s probably a whole female genre of knuckleheaded activities, but I just don’t know what they are.</p>
<p><strong>Carlina: What do you think the biggest difference is between males and females? </strong></p>
<p>I can’t really claim to be a gender expert. But from what I see as a teacher, I think females are certainly less guarded than males. Males are often real hesitant to let anyone see that they are struggling with something, or that they really are passionate about something. That is just so rare. It’s no coincidence why we have so many females that do well in the poetry slams; females are more willing to take emotional risks in public than males are, right? And maybe females self-analyze more and are more willing to admit that they do, while males are self-critical but don’t want to admit that they are. Sadly, we are also seeing females being more successful, more ambitious as students, and they know what they want to do with their lives more than males. I don’t know if that is a new trend, or if that is just a result of years of concentrating on trying to make females understand that opportunities are available to them, and trying to help them feel like they can do whatever they want, and not necessarily devoting that same energy to males.</p>
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<p><strong>Carlina: Adding to what you just said, we thought of the book as an exploration of masculinity in a way, and wonder why you think that this exploration is necessary. </strong></p>
<p>I think because I want boys to explore it more themselves. I think on some level it’s almost like asking white people to examine “whiteness,” which we don’t do enough. I think that in terms of race, we are always wondering what things are like for people of color; but it is also very important for white people to understand what it means to be white. And I think for males, it’s also important for them to understand what it means to be male. What are the various stages of growth in manhood? What are the various places along a spectrum where masculinity resides? Can you exhibit in your own life aspects—or different elements—of male-ness? I think that those are very important questions.</p>
<p>I’ve said this many times: It is very discouraging to me when I ask young males in my classroom, “What are you reading?” or “What do you like to read?” and they say, “I don’t read” or “I haven’t read a book since Harry Potter.” I think it’s sad. And I think if you look at most of the book-buying public, and what bookstores and what publishers want, they’re aiming towards the female population because females buy the most books. I think it’s important that we have males reading because I think reading is how we develop empathy. We can’t give up on males! <em>[Laughter.]</em> Even though I want the book to be read by everybody, part of me just wants every dang male from sixteen to twenty-five to pick up this book and read it—to see if they see themselves in these stories, and if they don’t see themselves, to know why they don’t.</p>
<p><strong>Allison:</strong> <strong>One of your students said that he was honored and flattered that you (a teacher) would write a book for him. He seemed really happy about that! What do you expect your female readers to get from it?</strong></p>
<p>That’s a really interesting response from a student. Part of me feels like I shouldn’t be telling people that this is a book for boys, or is directed towards them, because I feel like that is the number one way to make them not want to read it. <em>[Laughter.]</em> But I guess some part of me was hoping a kid would feel that way, like, “Oh, these stories are for me?” Ultimately, it’s an artificial distinction—it’s not about men or women but the human experience.  As a writer, I want my literature to speak to everyone. So, you know, females in my class, I’m not ignoring you. But the reality is, I’m a male. And I want the males in my classroom to do better. I think my next book, hopefully, has more female characters that are more important and that play more important roles. Maybe that would be more helpful. I’m not trying to turn anyone off—it’s just that in my classroom, females are already doing so well.</p>
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<p><strong>Carlina: In terms of the written word and literature, where do you think that’s going to go in the future?</strong></p>
<p>Wow. Great question. Common wisdom seems to say that stories are always going to matter, and that it’s just going to be the medium that’s different. That ten to fifteen years from now you may not be able to write a book that exists in book form, but that people will still be reading them on their iPad or iPhone. And that while the publishing industry might change, your task as a writer will still be the same. I’m not wholly convinced that that’s true&#8230;that my role as a writer won’t change with the mediums. And that’s sad to me. Watching a movie can be really powerful in lots of ways, but it’s not the same as reading a book. I think it’s important for people to spend time by themselves, to engage in ideas and stories.</p>
<p>But we’re moving toward a time where technology is creating for us a lot of experiences that are so much more interactive in terms of visuals and sound, whether that means 3-D movies or video game immersion experiences. So I don’t know what storytelling will look like twenty-some years from now. I think that it’s very possible that the written word, as we know it, could completely disappear. And I think that would be tragic. I’m doing everything I can for that not to happen. I hope that one of the really important things we’re doing at the Neutral Zone is creating new literature for young people that still has that same old technology, where the book is the focus.</p>
<p><strong>Carlina: Your book is going to be an e-book/Kindle thing. How do you feel about that?</strong></p>
<p>I feel good about that. I’m not necessarily opposed to the Kindle or the e-book. I love books—I love the smell of books, and all my shelves at home are filled with books—but I don’t have a problem with the experience of reading a book on a Kindle or e-reader or iPad. If that’s how the stories get to people, then that’s great.</p>
<p><a title="Sony e-Reader by AZAdam, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/azadam/83277787/"><img class="alignleft" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/83277787_3b23eae58a_m.jpg" alt="Sony e-Reader" width="240" height="160" /></a>I become a little more concerned when you consider what e-readers can do. For example, with a story that I’ve written…there’s suddenly a link to some wrestling match somewhere, so a kid is reading the story, then clicks on that link, then comes back to the story ten minutes later. Or if there is a reference to a song, then they can click on the link and listen to the song while they’re reading the story. I think that changes the experience of reading; and it feels to me that the piece of art that I’ve created becomes something else. So I’m not necessarily opposed to it, but that scares me more than just the idea of an e-reader itself.</p>
<p><strong>Allison: Is there any song or visual piece of art that has encouraged or inspired your work?</strong></p>
<p>Yes, yes, definitely. The kind of music that I listened to growing up was a mix of rock &amp; roll that had really interesting lyrics plus poetic content. I’m not into the whole car thing as much as he is, but I think there is a lot that I take from Springsteen. There is a lyric in “<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jungleland"><strong>Jungleland</strong></a>”: “The kids out here are just like shadows, always quiet, holding hands.” I think, “Why? Why are kids like shadows? <a title="Always thr to Hold your Hand. by Beni Ishaque Luthor, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b3ni/2368974415/"><img class="alignright" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2368974415_2a7718d196_m.jpg" alt="Always thr to Hold your Hand." width="240" height="180" /></a>Why are they quiet and holding hands?” There is a sense of wanting some connection there, feeling less than substantial, like they don’t know where they fit in. My characters are like that, too—they don’t know where they fit in and they want some kind of connection, but there’s also a sweetness to them, that they want to hold hands; they want to do that, but they don’t know how. That was a big influence.</p>
<p>I also grew up with the very beginnings of hip-hop— <a href="http://www.rundmc.com/index.cfm/pk/content/pid/400092"><strong>Run-DMC</strong></a>, <a href="http://www.islanddefjam.com/artist/bio.aspx?artistID=7309"><strong>LL Cool J</strong></a>—and feeling the energy of all that. Hip-hop, to me, is a lot about claiming a voice, about looking at the culture around you and re-sampling it. You know, like DJs? And I think there are characters in this book who want that—they want to create a new sample of what they see and or who they understand themselves as.<br />
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Allison: What lesson would you most like to learn that your characters struggle with in the stories?</strong></p>
<p>I think the process of writing <em>Knuckleheads</em> is, in some way, me forgiving myself for all of the knuckleheaded things I did when I was younger. For me to look back and say, “Yeah, you know, you did some dumb things, stupid things, but you can forgive yourself. It doesn’t make you a horrible person now. You can still forgive yourself and get better and be somebody who’s more caring and more thoughtful and who doesn’t make the same mistakes.” And hopefully that’s what the book will allow readers to do. The important thing is that we recognize our mistakes and not only learn from them, but also don’t necessarily feel that a mistake we’ve made brands us irredeemable, disastrous, hopeless. It’s more like, “You’ve made some mistakes. Now what are you going to do?”</p>
<p><strong>Carlina: When was the first instance you felt really good about your writing?</strong></p>
<p>The first poem I ever wrote for public consumption was for the sports radio station. I used to write something called the daily baseball report—I was the producer. A sort of baseball update for a host to read for the Seattle sports radio station; just about three or four minutes about what was happening in the world of baseball those days. And I wrote a parody poem about David Ekkers. So the host read this poem over the air and he really enjoyed it and we got calls in from people. That was the first affirmation—the first time my writing actually reached people.</p>
<p><a title="Poetry Slam Ad by moontan, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/axel/40265/"><img class="alignleft" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/40265_ccd62be978_m.jpg" alt="Poetry Slam Ad" width="190" height="190" /></a>I wish it wasn’t like that—I wish you could self-validate. But when somebody tells you “This is great,” it does feed you to want to try more and try harder because you think, “Well, somebody might actually read this someday.” It’s sad that sometimes you need [poetry] slam scores and things to validate you, but it boosts your confidence, and I think so much of writing is confidence—believing in your words, that somebody will want to read them, so you just keep at it.<br />
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Carlina: What else do you think somebody needs in order to be an effective writer?</strong></p>
<p>I think you need to have confidence, but you also need to have the desire—you need to want to do it. Not everybody wants to do it. Some of that can be awakened, but desire’s a big part of it.</p>
<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/the_lake_the_river.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-21515" title="the_lake_the_river" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/the_lake_the_river.jpg" alt="the_lake_the_river" width="170" height="263" /></a>You need discipline. I think there are a lot of people who want to write, who love the idea of writing, but who never get through the hard parts. Sometimes it comes real easy and that’s great. But a lot of the time, it doesn’t. And I think you just have to be patient and dedicated and you’ve got to trust yourself to spend time alone. You’ve got to be able to be alone, in a room, where it’s just you and that page. You&#8217;ve got to be determined. <a href="http://www.steve-amick.com/"><strong>Steve Amick</strong></a>, who’s one of my favorite writers, is manic. He told me he wrote two hundred pages of his novel <em>The Lake, The River and The Other Lake</em> in ten days. I love that story. Imagine him just sitting down writing days in a row. You’ve got to be willing to spend time with yourself. Discipline. Desire. And a sense of playfulness with ideas, words, and being able to imagine things and cook things up.</p>
<p><strong>Allison: Along the line of playfulness, one thing I really appreciate about your stories, and you in general, is your &#8220;riskiness.&#8221; Like, you’re definitely taking risks. I feel like you’re never sure you’re the cool kid.</strong></p>
<p>I’m always sure I’m <em>not</em> the cool kid. <em>[Laughter.]</em></p>
<p><strong>Allison: But what do you think inspires this &#8220;riskiness&#8221; in your writing? Where does that come from?</strong></p>
<p>I think maybe what you’re talking about is something that comes more from poetry. In poetry, you can take leaps, and the transitions don’t always have to be clear. And if in your mind something is connected, you can create that impression for a reader or an audience, and there doesn’t always have to be a logical next step. I think that intrudes in the way that I write stories too. I’m interested in different elements that may or may not feel like they should be there.</p>
<p>I guess that’s playful. I don’t know. A story to me is not going to be fun for anyone else if it’s not fun for me, right? I have this weird sense of humor that people often don’t get, so I think my stories are like that, too.</p>
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Carlina: When we last talked, we spoke about writers who influence your work in a way. You mentioned <a href="http://www.junotdiaz.com/"><strong>Junot Díaz</strong></a>…</strong></p>
<p>Yeah, Junot’s funny, too. And Junot’s funnier in person. Junot will make a room full of 7,000 people laugh and I don’t think I could do that. And I think his writing is funny, too.</p>
<p><strong>Carlina: You also mentioned Julie Orringer.</strong></p>
<p>Yes, <a href="www.julieorringer.com/"><strong>Julie Orringer</strong></a>. I’ll say that these writers—Junot Díaz and Julie Orringer—have had a huge influence on my writing of fiction. Junot, because he gives me permission to say anything. Also, he doesn’t use the word “knucklehead,” but I get the sense that he also looks at male characters in this way. You know, like, “Wow, you just did something absolutely freakin’ ridiculous! What is wrong with you?” He comments on his own characters in that way, but at the same time never paints them as terrible people. Especially his own character, Yunior, who’s sort of like an alter ego. He’s just such a screw up! What a ridiculous person this guy is, you know? But at the same time, it’s not like there’s no hope for this guy. I learned a lot of that from Junot.</p>
<p>The other thing that Junot does is to defy convention in terms of how people act, and how they’re going to present themselves on the page. Junot will have a character who’s a total nerd, who loves science fiction books and comic books, and who is the kind of kid who never gets out of his house. Yet this same kid is pulling women left and right and treating them awfully. That’s just not a character that you would expect. That’s the other thing I get from Junot: the sense that characters can do all kinds of crazy things and have multiple contradictions, and that that can be okay, because they don’t have to conform to any stereotype. That’s a lesson that he really brings home to me, although I don’t think my characters are nearly as complex. But I think that’s something that I understand from him, and hopefully as my writing continues to grow I’ll be able to bring out a little bit more also.</p>
<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/how_to_breathe_underwater.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-21523" title="how_to_breathe_underwater" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/how_to_breathe_underwater-196x300.jpg" alt="how_to_breathe_underwater" width="196" height="300" /></a>As for Julie Orringer, if I could think in some way of the female counterpart to <em>Knuckleheads</em>, her book <a href="http://www.julieorringer.com/howtobreatheunderwater.html"><strong><em>How to Breathe Underwater</em></strong></a> might be it. She’s a much better writer than I am, but she’s got some coming-of-age stories of girls that might be the thing that female knuckleheads go through.</p>
<p>Julie is from Ann Arbor and she taught at the University of Michigan for a while. While she was here, I was really lucky to have her come into my class to teach a workshop. She was talking about using incidents from your own life but throwing ”What if” questions in there. So here you are, and you go to a football game with a girl, and it’s great, and you’re having fun, but what if you got drunk and threw up all over her? That didn’t happen in your real life, but in your story, it can. That’s the kind of thing that I think Julie Orringer allowed me to think about.</p>
<p><strong>Carlina: So what was the process of sculpting all the characters in <em>Knuckleheads</em>? Are they alter egos?</strong></p>
<p>I was just thinking about that today, because I’m doing a reading in New York, where a lot of the people that I grew up with are going to come. Especially with the stories like “Basements,” “Danny Rotten,” “Don’t Mess,” I think they’re going to recognize some of these instances. And I was putting myself in their eyes for a second and thinking, “Who does Jeff think he is in these stories?” I think that all of the characters probably have some elements of me in them, but none of the characters are fully me. So I was looking at “Basements,” for instance, and I was like, “Okay, in this part of the story where Dave is hitting the balls in the basement into the net, that feels like me. But the guy whose father died, which is also him, no, that’s not me.” And I think, obviously, in “Parent-Teacher Conference,” I’m sort of identifying with the teacher. But that teacher’s not really me either. And in “Don’t Mess,” I’m sort of identifying with the wrestler, who’s got blood in his mouth, but … is that really an alter ego of me? I don’t know. That guy seems a little more vicious and probably a better wrestler than I was. So, yeah, I think a lot of the characters have pieces of me, but there are some that have fewer pieces of me than others.</p>
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<p><strong>Allison: Speaking of “Basements,” that story stands out structurally in the collection. Is there anything special you were going for with that one?</strong></p>
<p>That story is definitely different in its structure because it has a bunch of stories within a story – kind of a collage mix. And that story doesn’t really have a beginning, middle, and end in the way that you’d imagine a typical story arc. Although the pool-hopping part of it almost has its own arc. But I’m okay with traditional arcs. I think there is a movement in a lot of contemporary short story writing that’s trying in an experimental way to tell a story, and I don’t necessarily feel a need for that. In some ways I think that when you mess around with the structure too much to the point where it calls attention to itself and it’s clear that you’re trying to do something clever or different or interesting or experimental, it loses the magic of losing yourself in the story as a reader. So I haven’t necessarily had a huge desire to go out there and try a whole bunch of story structures or invent new ones.  A story that’s well told appeals to me. I don’t think that has to be a lot of bells and whistles and strange ways of approaching it.<br />
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Carlina: It’s really profound how you’re able to listen so well to one piece of writing in class and have so much feedback. Did listening play a big role in writing <em>Knuckleheads</em>, if at all?</strong></p>
<p>Yeah, absolutely. There’s no doubt that the fifteen years that I’ve been teaching creative writing to people your age, and learning how to listen better, has made me a better writer. Exponentially better. And it helps me listen better to my own stories and to care about them. At some level, I want no credit for being able to listen carefully to what students are writing, because that’s my job. That’s what I’m supposed to do. A doctor’s supposed to heal people. I’m a creative writing teacher, so I’m supposed to pay attention to y’all. I don’t want to give myself credit for that&#8211;that’s what I should be doing, that’s what I get paid to do. I choose to do this job. But I will say that it’s hard. And I understand why teachers sometimes tune out. Even I find myself tuning out sometimes. It’s not an easy thing. You guys see me do it for one period. But you’ve got to understand that I have three periods in a row –<br />
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Allison: For like, ten, fifteen years?</strong></p>
<p>Well, yeah. Maybe there is a cumulative effect. But sometimes I’m teaching at night too. There have been days where I’ve done that for maybe five, even six periods. And that’s hard for maintaining focus and concentration. And I’d be lying if I said, “Oh, yeah! But I still figured out a way to do it!” However, if a writer shows me a lot of effort, then I’m going to show a lot of effort. And if somebody writes something that I can tell they did not put a lot of time into, then they’re probably not getting my best listening, either.</p>
<p>But in terms of helping me as a writer, it’s hard for me to think of a bigger factor than this— there’s something about hearing the rhythms of your language, hearing your concerns, that I’m sure helps me develop characters that feel believable as high school students, or feel believable in terms of what they’re going through as a young person. So I don’t think there’s any doubt that that happens. And I know it because I read other stories by young adult writers or writers who are creating teenage characters and I’m like, “Pfffft—no chance. You got it wrong. That’s condescending. That’s not how teenagers are going to be.” And I feel like I get an advantage because I’m amongst you guys, and that helps me understand what you go through and so hopefully I can write stories that speak to that in a believable way and will reach out to you. So, yeah, I think that’s a huge part of what helps me write.</p>
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Carlina: Do you think you’ll ever be at a point in your writing career where you become either bored or completely fulfilled by writing? </strong></p>
<p>I definitely hope not. No, I don’t think so. I have all these ideas. Like, “Oh, yeah! I want to write that story! I want to write about that minor league baseball player who doesn’t make it; I want to write the story about the sports talk show host; I want to write about the murder mystery.” I don’t think I’m going to get tired of writing, because I enjoy it so much. I just enjoy the process – the in-the-zone feeling.</p>
<p>One thing I worry about: I see writers who I adore get some measure of success, some critical acclaim, or they get a teaching position somewhere in some prestigious university, and then their second novel [shaking his head]…it seems like they lost that thing that made them fresh or interesting in their first book. That I really loved. Sometimes the second book is still okay, sometimes it’s still pretty good, but it almost feels like if you get accepted by the Academy, if you get accepted by the literary world, then sometimes there’s a tendency to just say, “Well, now I’m a part of it. I’m not an outsider anymore trying to break into something new.” And I always want to be the damn outsider.</p>
<p><a title="In The Spotlight by IvanClow, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22146904@N04/4301435583/"><img class="alignright" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4301435583_d1caeffe2c_m.jpg" alt="In The Spotlight" width="160" height="240" /></a>Are some people going to like this book? I hope so. Are some people going to think this guy really isn’t a great writer? “What is he writing about these kids for? It’s a juvenile topic.” And I’m like, “Damn, right!” I’m writing books that, hopefully, that kid in my class who hides in a sweatshirt all day is going to read. That’s who I want to read it. I don’t really care that much what the big-time professor or literary critic has to say. And part of me wants to keep that attitude. I never want to feel like my work has been accepted, I always want to push myself to do it better, to try to still stay true to who I am and to not fall into any kind of conventional pattern.</p>
<p>And I don’t really consider myself experimental; I think at heart my stuff is pretty traditional. But in a way there’s something radical about that, too, because I’m not trying to necessarily fit a contemporary trend. I’m trying to do what I want to do as a writer, and hopefully that’ll work. And I don’t know if it will, but I don’t ever want to not be that. I always want to be that Jew Troll guy that nobody likes who always has to battle for something –</p>
<p><strong>Allison: The New Kid?</strong></p>
<p>Even if it’s not true anymore, I like being that scrappy person who’s only going to get by through desire and heart and discipline. I don’t really want to be that person who gets by on reputation. I never want to be that. As a teacher, as a writer, anything. So that’s what I fear more than if I’m going to tire of writing.</p>
<div id="attachment_21541" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 223px"><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Kass_Wrestle_the_Great_Fear_Cr_Siegemedia.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-21541" title="Kass_Wrestle_the_Great_Fear_Cr_Siegemedia" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Kass_Wrestle_the_Great_Fear_Cr_Siegemedia-213x300.jpg" alt="Jeff Kass in &lt;em&gt;Wrestle the Great Fear&lt;/em&gt; © Siegemedia" width="213" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jeff Kass in Wrestle the Great Fear © Siegemedia</p></div>
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Carlina: So when you started writing the stories, did you intend to have a collection of people who were all knuckleheads?</strong></p>
<p>No. I definitely did not write all these stories thinking, “Let me create a collection of knucklehead stories!” Definitely not. I mean, yeah, I did have the idea of writing stories that I thought would speak to a population that a lot of literature wasn’t necessarily speaking to. I did think about that. But that wasn’t all my stories. Some of the ones that didn’t get into the collection are the ones that maybe don’t quite fit that theme. When I tried to think, “What is this collection called? What is the unifying theme?” it became clear to me that we’re looking at a lot of characters who are making a lot of mistakes but who we don’t want to give up on yet, not completely. And that term “knucklehead” was really conscious in my mind. I thought about calling it <em>Life of Knuckleheads</em> or <em>Knucklehead Chronicles</em>. But eventually I was just like, “Knuckleheads. That’s what this is. This is a collection of knuckleheads; this is what I have to offer.”</p>
<p><strong>Carlina: On the spectrum of knuckleheadness, where do you think you are?</strong></p>
<p>I’m still a pretty severe knucklehead. The fact that I can recognize this probably makes me slightly less knuckleheaded than I used to be. I’ve always liked those teachers or those authors who, when I see them speak, have said something like, “There’s so much more left for me to learn.” That’s a really enlightening thing to say. And as a knucklehead, there’s so much more growth left for me to do. But the fact that I realize that probably means I’m slightly less knuckleheaded than I once was. Certainly my relationship with [my wife] Karen, growing older, being a teacher, seeing my students every day, helps me be less knuckleheaded.</p>
<p>But I always want to be a little bit of a knucklehead, because that means that there’s always something that I can get better at. And I also think that it gives hope to other people, to say, “I don’t ever want to say that I’m perfect. I’m not! I’m a knucklehead still. I make mistakes. And you know what? You’re always going to be a knucklehead, too, and that doesn’t mean that you can’t do a lot of good in your life. So it’s all right.”</p>
<p>I’m a knucklehead. I claim that proudly, if a bit shamefacedly. But you know, I’m alright with being a knucklehead because if for some reason I thought I wasn’t a knucklehead, then there’d be something that I wouldn’t like about me.</p>
<h2>Guest Contributors:</h2>
<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Carlina_Duan.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-21551" title="Carlina_Duan" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Carlina_Duan.jpg" alt="Carlina_Duan" width="160" height="238" /></a><strong>Carlina Duan</strong> is currently a senior at Pioneer High School in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She will be attending the University of Michigan next year, where she hopes to pursue a career in teaching English literature and Creative Writing. Carlina manages her life as both editor of the school newspaper and older sister with multi-colored post-it notes spattered across her continually full planner. A member of this year&#8217;s Ann Arbor Youth Poetry Slam team, Carlina will be traveling to San Francisco this summer to participate in the Brave New Voices Slam Festival.</p>
<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Allison_Kennedy.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-21554" title="Allison_Kennedy" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/Allison_Kennedy.jpg" alt="Allison_Kennedy" width="160" height="241" /></a><strong>Allison Kennedy</strong> lives in Ann Arbor feeding off of the wondrous writing opportunities that the Neutral Zone and University of Michigan provide. She is pursuing her education at Hunter College in Manhattan this coming fall, and though she has never been to New York City, she is still excited. Allison spends a large percentage of her time sending her sisters postcards, watering tropical plants at her job and forcing anyone within twenty feet to read poems by Patrick Rosal, Angel Nafis and Jeffrey McDaniel. Her favorite novels include <em>White Teeth</em> by Zadie Smith, <em>Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close</em> by Jonathan Safran Foer and <em>Revolutionary Road</em> by Richard Yates.</p>
<h2>BONUS TRACK:</h2>
<blockquote><p><strong>Allison: So what do you find beautiful?</strong></p>
<p>What do I find beautiful? Wow, good question. Let’s see.</p>
<p><strong>Allison: GO DEEP!</strong></p>
<p>Besides Karen? Sam and Julius? Alright, so things that I think are beautiful – I’m just gonna make a off-the-top-of-my-dome list poem for you okay?</p>
<p><strong>Allison: Ahhh, the best!</strong></p>
<p>Water in the ocean when you can’t see anything else except for water, baseball diamonds with people running around on them and wearing sweatshirts and baggy sweatpants, fresh-baked pizza outta the oven, when students are really really helpful to each other, especially when they reach out to each other in ways that I just don’t expect, they help somebody with an idea for a poem and it’s the right thing to say, or they offer somebody a ride home who didn’t expect that was gonna happen. I love it when I see the humanity of students toward each other, and they break out of the – “this is high school &amp; let’s play our roles” thing, when they get past that, I think that’s really really beautiful. I think it’s beautiful when you guys write, and you write well, and you try so hard in reading your work in front of other people and I think it’s so ugly when the judges put numbers on it, but I think it’s really beautiful that you guys are willing to take that risk, and do it anyway, and stand up in front of that microphone and be totally nervous, I think that’s really, really incredibly extraordinarily beautiful. I love sunrises in the morning over the pioneer parking lot, when you get here at 7am and it’s freezing and people are trudging to school and the sky looks so beautiful. I love the end of the school day when I’m so exhausted I can hardly walk, I think that’s really beautiful. And..I love the way sunlight looks through trees that are full of leaves. It’s kinda like this kaleidoscope of sun and tree and sky and I think that’s really beautiful, and…</p>
<p><strong>Allison: YOU’RE GOOD!</strong></p>
<p>Is that enough?</p>
<p><strong>Allison: YEAH, I think we’ve established that you’re “DEEP!” </strong></p>
<p><em>[Laughter.]</em></p></blockquote>
<h2>Further Links &amp; Resources:</h2>
<li>Check out Dzanc publishers and praise for <em>Knuckleheads</em> <a href="http://www.dzancbooks.org/knuckleheads-by-jeff-kass/"><strong>here</strong></a>.</li>
<li>Visit <a href="http://www.annarbor.com/">annarbor.com</a> for another <a href="http://www.annarbor.com/entertainment/books/teacher-and-poet-jeff-kass-new-book-reaches-out-to-knuckleheads/">interview with Kass</a>.</li>
<li>Watch Jeff perform his poem &#8220;Dude We Encounter As We Float Down a Lazy River&#8221; at the Third Annual Midwest Literary Walk, a partnership of the Chelsea District Library and the Chelsea Center for the Arts, (Chelsea, MI).</li>
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<li>Check out the <a href="http://www.neutral-zone.org/"><strong>Neutral Zone</strong></a> for events all summer, including:<br />
<blockquote><p>- June 22-23:  <a href="http://www.neutral-zone.org/events/936/creative-writing-institute-for-teachers"><strong><strong>The Creative Writing Institute for Teachers.</strong></strong></a> click the link for more information or to register.</p>
<p>- June 24-26: <a href="http://www.neutral-zone.org/si11/june.html"><strong>Girls Rock.</strong></a><br />
From the NZ website: <em>Spend three awesome days jamming with other girl musicians, networking with women who are making careers in the male dominated music industry, learning about gear, running a band, and DIY promotions. Each day will include a lunchtime performance by one of our guest artists (ladies only!), workshops and a jam session.</em></p>
<p>- June 26- July 1: <a href="http://www.neutral-zone.org/si11/june.html"><strong>The Volume Summer Institute For Writers.</strong></a><br />
From the NZ website: <em>This nationally acclaimed weeklong workshop puts teens’ interests in developing skills as writers together with nationally and locally recognized performance poets, prose writers and hip hop artists in a relaxed and encouraging environment. Participants will have an opportunity to take part in daily workshops taught by talented and dedicated instructors in poetry, short fiction, creative non fiction/college essay, or hip hop writing/mc-ing. All experience levels welcome.</em></p>
<p>- June 27 – July 2: <a href="http://www.neutral-zone.org/si11/june.html"><strong>Beginning Photography.</strong></a><br />
From the NZ website: <em>Learn the fundamental principles of photography such as composition, value, color, portraiture, nature photography, and abstraction. Hike to fascinating photographic destinations, take tons of photographs, and return to NZ for group critiques. Bring your own camera or we have plenty to share.</em></p></blockquote>
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<li>The Neutral Zone is also the home of <a href="http://www.redbeardbooks.com/"><strong>Red Beard Press</strong></a>.
<p>From the website:</p>
<blockquote><p>Red Beard Press is an independent, youth-driven publishing company dedicated to creating cutting-edge literary arts projects, publishing emerging voices, and inspiring passionate literary communities. Call us idealistic, but we believe in the power of the written word. We believe young people still love to read. We firmly defy the suggestion that coming generations won&#8217;t embrace the same love for language and literature that fed previous ones. We aim to be a publishing project that treats young people not as consumers to be sold to, or as chunks of clay to be molded and manipulated, but as active, vibrant minds that itch to be engaged. We want to create books that young people carry everywhere in their backpacks and back-pockets.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Knockout Punches: a guest post by Stacie M. Williams</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 13:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Celeste Ng</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Editor&#8217;s note: As part of our ongoing Short Story Month Celebration, we are delighted to present the following guest post by Stacie M. Williams of Boswell Book Company.

A fellow bookseller, when inclined to discuss my fiction reading habits, described my taste simply and accurately as “dark and twisty.”  This, fortunately or unfortunately, is all [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Editor&#8217;s note: As part of our ongoing Short Story Month Celebration, we are delighted to present the following guest post by <strong>Stacie M. Williams</strong> of Boswell Book Company.</em></p>
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<p><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/stacie-book-hiding.jpg"><img src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/stacie-book-hiding-225x300.jpg" alt="stacie book hiding" title="stacie book hiding" width="225" height="300" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-22386" /></a>A fellow bookseller, when inclined to discuss my fiction reading habits, described my taste simply and accurately as “dark and twisty.”  This, fortunately or unfortunately, is all too true, and when you are a reader of things that are dark in nature, violent in content, lustfully raw, and stormy in mood, it’s sometimes best to take it in small, brief doses.  This post honors that taste, with a nod to new favorite storyist Alan Heathcock’s recent NPR piece, “<a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/04/28/134983628/three-books-to-take-to-a-fistfight">Three Books to Take to a Fistfight</a>.” </p>
<p>You see, the reading experience of a well-written story can be as quick and powerful as a fine-tuned boxing match: punching in sharp, quick jabs, leaving the reader crawling on the ring floor by the end of it.  Some writers are so adept at this that it only takes a few pages (thank you, Donald Barthelme and &#8220;Some of us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby&#8221;).  Many others take their time—bobbing and weaving, faking left then right—before landing one uppercut-cross-hook combination for a TKO (William Gay, you sly old bastard with your &#8220;Paperhanger,&#8221; not to mention Brad Watson’s &#8220;<a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/boldtype/0897/watson/sstory.html">Water Dog God</a>&#8220;).  And still others combine fancy footwork with lots of pulling away, no contact necessary for forty pages, until one bolo punch surprises the reader, who is now plastered back against the ropes, panting, and it’s a blackout (beautifully demonstrated in &#8220;Adult Beginner I&#8221; by Alexander MacLeod).</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81094204@N00/3180564459/" title="One on One by ElMarto, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3180564459_4c613666bd.jpg" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="375" alt="One on One"></a></p>
<p>And it’s not just the guys who will take you down in a fight, using the story as a means to pummel you into readerly submission.  The ladies have their fair share of representation in this world of hope in the face of hopelessness, extreme reaction in the face of grief, and struggle with baser animal instincts&#8212;and they throw in some high kicks with their boxing skills.  Alyson Hagy repeatedly lands arrow-straight shots to the sternum that will knock the wind out of you (&#8221;Border&#8221;).   Lydia Peelle’s exquisitely executed roundhouse (&#8221;Mule Killers&#8221;) mirroring the continuous cycles of change will leave you dizzy. And for pre-fight training, no reader can go without the jump-rope wordplay, complicated emotional pyramids, and intense structured workouts led by Edith Pearlman, who will leave you puking from exhaustion and weeping with relief.</p>
<p><strong>Story Collections to Make You Feel Like You Just Lost a Boxing Match:</strong></p>
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<li><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/blog/reviewlet-the-view-from-the-seventh-layer-by-kevin-brockmeier"><em>The View from the Seventh Layer</em></a> by Kevin Brockmeier</li>
<li><em>Poachers</em> by Tom Franklin</li>
<li><em>I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down</em> by William Gay</li>
<li><em>Ghosts of Wyoming</em> by Alyson Hagy</li>
<li><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/reviews/volt-by-alan-heathcock"><em>Volt</em></a> by Alan Heathcock</li>
<li><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/reviews/binocular-vision-by-edith-pearlman"><em>Light Lifting</em></a> by Alexander MacLeod</li>
<li><em>Binocular Vision</em> by Edith Pearlman</li>
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<em>Reasons for and Advantages of Breathing</em> by Lydia Peelle</li>
<li><em>Burning Bright</em> by Ron Rash</li>
<li><a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/reviews/aliens-in-the-prime-of-their-lives-by-brad-watson"><em>Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives</em></a> by <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/interviews/interesting-characters-an-interview-with-brad-watson">Brad Watson</a></li>
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<p><img alt="" src="http://boswell.indiebound.com/files/boswell/Boswellfinaljustthebs600dpi.jpg" title="Boswell Books logo" class="alignright" width="250" height="144" /><strong>Stacie Michelle Williams</strong> has been a bookseller for 6 years &#8211; four with the legendary Harry W. Schwartz Bookshops and two with the new incarnation, <a href="http://boswell.indiebound.com/">Boswell Book Company</a>&#8212;and author events host/coordinator for five.  A lifelong reader and writer, several of her travel pieces were published as part of the <a href="http://travelerstales.com/">Traveler&#8217;s Tales</a> collection <em><a href="http://www.travelerstales.com/catalog/floating/">Floating Through France</a>,</em> her interview with writer Kevin Brockmeier appeared in <a href="http://www.creamcityreview.org/">cream city review</a>, and she is currently serving a six-month stint as the &#8220;<a href="http://www.thepfisterhotel.com/pfister-narrator/index.asp">Pfister Narrator</a>,&#8221; blogging for Milwaukee&#8217;s historic <a href="http://blog.thepfisterhotel.com">Pfister Hotel</a>.  When Stacie isn&#8217;t immersed in the world of books and writing, she can be found walking her Siberian Husky, Vito, along Milwaukee&#8217;s lakefront.</p>
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<p><strong>Further Reading (right here on FWR!):</strong></p>
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<li>A reviewlet of <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/blog/reviewlet-the-view-from-the-seventh-layer-by-kevin-brockmeier"><em>The View from the Seventh Layer</em></a></li>
<li>Why <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/blog/stories-that-scare-the-diver">William Gay&#8217;s story &#8220;The Paperhanger&#8221;</a> (from <em>I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down</em>) is a &#8220;Story that Scares&#8221;</li>
<li>A review of <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/reviews/volt-by-alan-heathcock">Alan Heathcock&#8217;s <em>Volt</em></a></li>
<li>A review of <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/reviews/binocular-vision-by-edith-pearlman"><em>Binocular Vision</em> by Edith Pearlman</a></li>
<li>A review of <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/reviews/aliens-in-the-prime-of-their-lives-by-brad-watson"><em>Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives</em></a> and an <a href="http://fictionwritersreview.com/interviews/interesting-characters-an-interview-with-brad-watson">interview with the author, Brad Watson</a></li>
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		<title>Fundamentalism and Compassion: An Interview with Jess Row</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2011 13:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Charlotte Boulay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jess Row’s second collection of stories, <em>Nobody Ever Gets Lost</em>, is an examination of some of our most intense impulses, and the debates, quandaries, and mysteries in these seven stories will stay with you. Charlotte Boulay talks to Jess Row about the intersection between compassion and extremism.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-21329" title="img_2555_21" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/img_2555_21.jpg" alt="img_2555_21" width="300" height="200" />Jess Row’s second collection of stories, <em>Nobody Ever Gets Lost</em>, is an examination of some of our most intense impulses. In &#8220;The World in Flames&#8221; an unscrupulous backpacker in Thailand takes advantage of her host&#8217;s generosity, but then discovers a terrible plan. &#8220;The Answer&#8221; imagines the motivations of an eighteen-year-old who becomes a jihadi, and the bewilderment of the college peer he ledeeaves behind. In the title story, a translator is drawn to investigate an urban tragedy, although on the surface it seems unconnected to her own losses. The seven stories in Row&#8217;s book all circle around either the events of 9/11, or the beliefs and emotions that may have inspired those events, and other acts of extremism. &#8220;The Call of Blood&#8221; traces the uneasy relationship of a Korean woman and her mother&#8217;s caretaker, an African-American male nurse. The story begins: &#8220;Mornings he finds Mrs. Kang upright in bed, peeling invisible ginger with an invisible knife.&#8221; The details of these stories are indelible, and their revelations often leave the reader slightly breathless.</p>
<p>Jess Row was named one of the 20 &#8220;Best Young American Novelists&#8221; by <em>Granta</em>, and is also the author of the story collection <em>The Train to Lo Wu</em>. His stories have appeared in <em>The Atlantic</em>, <em>Granta</em>, <em>Ploughshares</em>, and <em>Harvard Review</em>, and have been anthologized in <em>The Best American Short Stories</em>, <em>The Pushcart Review</em>, and <em>The PEN/O. Henry Awards</em>. Charlotte Boulay spoke with Jess Row in his office at The College of New Jersey.</p>
<h2>Interview:</h2>
<p><strong>Charlotte Boulay:</strong><strong> When did you become interested in fundamentalism?</strong></p>
<p><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-21324" title="nobodyevergetslost_cvr_rnd021" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/nobodyevergetslost_cvr_rnd021-197x300.jpg" alt="nobodyevergetslost_cvr_rnd021" width="197" height="300" /><strong>Jess Row:</strong> Well, September 11th had something to do with it. Until then I don’t think I had really thought about fundamentalism, and certainly not as an aspect of my own work or something I would want to write about until September 11th.  I was still really wrapped up in a more optimistic view of globalization and of intercultural relationships and in a sense fundamentalism wasn’t really on my radar. For one thing, I had been living in Hong Kong, which is the last place on earth to locate any kind of fundamentalism except in a very sort of sub-stratum way because it’s such a mixture of cultures. My first book was about Hong Kong. It’s very commercial, it’s very mercenary, and in some ways there are many darknesses associated with it, but religious fundamentalism is not one of them. Also, I was very immersed in Chinese culture, and in some ways Chinese culture has fundamentalist elements, like in any culture, but religious fundamentalism is very foreign although not entirely unknown. Chinese culture syncretizes three different traditions. In contemporary China there are some aspects of fundamentalism such as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falun_Gong">Falun Gong</a>, but it really wasn’t on my radar until 9/11, and then I started thinking about it very intensely. The first story I wrote in the book was “The World in Flames,” which is not a story that has anything specifically to do with 9/11, but it was my first attempt to work out my ideas about what a fundamentalist world view feels like. It was the first bubbling up of an interest in religious violence. And it’s set in Thailand, because I still had an attachment to narrating stories set in Asia, so it was trying to bring those two things together.</p>
<p><strong>What were you doing in Hong Kong?</strong><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-21332" title="cover" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/cover-200x300.jpg" alt="cover" width="180" height="270" /></p>
<p>I was teaching English at Chinese University in Hong Kong.</p>
<p><strong>I think “The World in Flames” is such an interesting story because for so much of the story the character of Samantha seems so unsympathetic. She’s lying to the man she’s staying with, she’s there under false pretences, and then there’s a sudden turn at the end of the story when she becomes completely sympathetic. When you were living abroad, did you ever find yourself in those situations where what you thought was happening was not at all what was actually going on?</strong></p>
<p>All the time. And I could never have written that story without having had those experiences. I had experiences like that in Hong Kong, but even more so when I traveled, of being in a situation and not really understanding what the situation was, and I got into some very dangerous situations because of my own naïveté or my own lack of understanding of what was going on around me.</p>
<p><strong>I was reading on your web site about your fascinating conversation with <a href="http://www.claudiarankine.com/">Claudia Rankine</a>. I was wondering if you could talk about other authors you see dealing with the issue of race in interesting ways. Obviously your book is very much about racial identity, and how we deal with those different identities. Who else are you reading who is dealing with those kinds of issues?</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/61-9780307271075-0"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-21334" title="cover-1" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/cover-1-191x300.jpg" alt="cover-1" width="191" height="300" /></a>In some ways the reason I wrote that piece is that frankly I wish there were more writers [dealing with race], and especially more writers who come from a normative or a majority experience (and in the case of the United States that’s obviously the white experience) and I wish there were more writers from that background writing about race. It’s a longstanding concern for me, but in terms  of the writers I’m reading these days who are doing interesting things, I think <a href="http://www.l3.ulg.ac.be/adichie/">Chimamanda Adichie</a>’s book of stories called <em>The Thing Around Your Neck</em>, that I reviewed for the <em>New York Times</em> is a really interesting example because she’s from Nigeria and her first two books were these long and not entirely conventional novels about Nigeria’s recent history, and in some ways they touched on very familiar developing world themes of the victimization of women, and other not uncommon themes. Her book of stories is much more about the experience of being an immigrant writer and being in the US under the guise of various identities, and it’s about being a woman writer in Africa and in the context of world literature. And her attitude toward these things is very sharp and satirical and a little bit throwing the naïveté and the presumptions of the world around her back in its face. I really like that about her. I really admired that the collection was sharp and sarcastic in that way. There’s one story in the collection about a woman at a writer’s colony in South Africa, and the head of the colony is this very arrogant, complacent, older, white South African man, and the way this young woman experiences that environment of condescension and tokenism, and then the way she walks away from it is very powerful, and it’s not something that’s talked about very often.</p>
<p>One reason I really liked what Claudia Rankine wrote and what she did at AWP is that I think there are a lot of racial politics in the world literary community that’s not being talked about publicly, and that needs to be discussed more publicly.</p>
<p><strong>Especially the issue of who gets to write about race.</strong></p>
<p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-21338" title="rankine cover" src="http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-content/uploads/9fce8f9685caf789aecc60be78934bcf.jpg" alt="rankine cover" width="124" height="226" />Who gets to write about race, and from the point of view of the critics, who makes decisions about prizes, and conferences, and best-of lists. There’s a kind of ferment right now in literary culture about the exclusion of women, and the fact that statistically speaking it’s still true that fewer women are being published. I think you could extend that to considerations of non-white writers and find similar issues. And the astonishing thing is that we live in a literary culture that seems to be incredibly diverse, and to have voices coming from all directions. It seems to be a very unbiased and cosmopolitan space, but I think we need to check ourselves, and ask whether that is a superficial appearance or whether that’s really true on a deeper level.</p>
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		<title>Stories We Love: &#8220;Refresh, Refresh&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 13:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Rudin</dc:creator>
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I’ve fought close to a dozen fights. 
I’ve fought my brother, two best friends, five or so drunks in college, and a few New Years Eves ago, a group of six with one Australian and two Samoans at my side. It was the broad-shouldered Australian who began things by tapping my shoulder and informing me, [...]]]></description>
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<p>I’ve fought close to a dozen fights. </p>
<p>I’ve fought my brother, two best friends, five or so drunks in college, and a few New Years Eves ago, a group of six with one Australian and two Samoans at my side. It was the broad-shouldered Australian who began things by tapping my shoulder and informing me, “I’m going to go hit that chap. And you’ll hit his friend. And we’ll see what happens from there,” and it was the Samoan bouncers who came to our rescue shortly thereafter, doing all the actual fighting. I’d known the Aussie for all of two hours.</p>
<p>So for me, it’s all been play-fighting. Nothing serious. Which is how Benjamin Percy’s “Refresh, Refresh” starts: two boys circle each other in a backyard trying to toughen one another up. It’s play. </p>
<p>From the start, Percy’s prose pops like each boy’s punches. What begins in the title&#8212;“Refresh, Refresh,” two jabs that become uppercuts when their meaning is revealed&#8212;continues in the first paragraph of the story with a simple bit of repetition that establishes rhythm: </p>
<blockquote><p>So in the grass, in the shade of the pines and junipers…</p></blockquote>
<p>and only escalates, soon a full-on barrage in the second paragraph: </p>
<blockquote><p>If you stepped out of the ring, you lost. If you cried, you lost. If you got knocked out or if you yelled &#8220;Stop!&#8221; you lost.</p></blockquote>
<p>This rhythm carries you to the first turn in the story, the last line of the first section: </p>
<blockquote><p>This was what we all wanted, to please our fathers, to make them proud, even though they had left us.</p></blockquote>
<p>Boom: haymaker. The line’s a reminder that like fights, stories turn too. Against my brother, my two best friends&#8212;eventually a playful shove escalates, and that thing we humans suppress behind leather belts, fine watches, furry wool scarves: it unravels. An animalistic edge snarls.</p>
<p>My favorite element of &#8220;Refresh, Refresh&#8221; is its blueprint and rhythm, the steady incline it so carefully climbs to approach that animalistic side. Like a good fight, the story is planned meticulously, a string of punches and counterpunches that begins with the repetition in those first few paragraphs and never relents.</p>
<p>The playfulness of two boys trying to become men in the wake of their fathers’ deployment to Iraq takes them on a path they don’t know they’re on. But we sense it. In the last line of every section, the transformation trembles. In the repetition that follows. In the steady introduction of information, and then in the characters for whom its ramifications crystallize. Before the reader realizes it, the boys’ fighting has turned into something else. </p>
<p>Play&#8212;painting their faces “black and green and brown” with the camo their father left behind&#8212;becomes snarl in the blood they piss afterward, the force with which they strike each other, punching until “knuckles showed through the  sweat-soaked blood-soaked foam like teeth through a busted lip.” </p>
<p>Play: channeling their fathers as they run around a forest pretending to be soldiers. Snarl: escalating a session of &#8220;pretend&#8221; into all-out theft and property damage. Play: the speed and rush of sledding. Snarl: redefining their hill, a place of play, as home base for revenge, vindication, worse.</p>
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<p>“Refresh, Refresh,” the reader learns, is a reference to the boys refreshing their browsers for emails from their fathers. And refresh, refresh is what I seem to do with this story: reading and relishing and rereading and rerelishing the transformation of character and story, finding bits of myself in these boys and the quiet moments that escalate their lives until they are indistinguishable from their fathers’:</p>
<blockquote><p>…as our bodies thickened with muscle, as we stopped shaving and grew patchy beards, we saw our fathers even in the mirror. We began to look like them. Our fathers, who had been taken from us, were everywhere, at every turn, imprisoning us.</p></blockquote>
<p>Whether you condemn or commend it, you’ll understand why at that point, the boys can only fight their way out. </p>
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		<title>Get Writing: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 13:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Thomas</dc:creator>
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I love perspective shifts. The British mini-series &#8220;Collision&#8221; does this with a giant car accident on the A12 highway outside London. I&#8217;m just now embroiled in Colum McCann&#8217;s gorgeous Let the Great World Spin, which also refracts one moment in history through multiple lenses. 
One place that always takes perspectivism in unanticipated, fresh directions: poetry. [...]]]></description>
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<p>I love perspective shifts. The British mini-series <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/collision/index.html">&#8220;Collision&#8221;</a> does this with a giant car accident on the A12 highway outside London. I&#8217;m just now embroiled in Colum McCann&#8217;s gorgeous <a href="http://www.colummccann.com/reviews.htm"><em>Let the Great World Spin</em></a>, which also refracts one moment in history through multiple lenses. </p>
<p>One place that always takes perspectivism in unanticipated, fresh directions: poetry. Wallace Stevens&#8217;s &#8220;Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird&#8221; is a classic. It allows the reader&#8217;s imagination as much air as poet&#8217;s own creation. It&#8217;s a series of docks jutting out into the lake, with you all sun-warmed in your swimsuit, merely disguised as a poem. Right now, take a moment and <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15746">read that poem</a>. </p>
<p>Amazing. Am I right?</p>
<h3>Prompt:</h3>
<p>Recall an object that made an impression on you in the past 24 hours. It can be a tomato sandwich, a clip from a newscast, a stranger&#8217;s face, anything. In short 1- to 3-sentence paragraphs, begin describing that thing as various characters&#8212;other than you&#8212;might encounter it. First person. Third person. Direct address. Play around. Be bold. Work at the back story for each &#8220;verse,&#8221; but whittle it down to bare essentials on the page. Waste no adjective; make each syllable count.</p>
<p>Once you&#8217;ve reached 13, stop. Look at what you have and use those flashes&#8212;a few, just one, heck, maybe all 13&#8212;as the launch for a spin around the lake.</p>
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		<title>Curl Up with a Good Story: &#8220;A Simple Heart,&#8221; by Gustave Flaubert</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 13:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne Stameshkin</dc:creator>
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Flaubert, best known for his part in fathering the modern novel, also wrote wonderful short fiction. This Saturday morning, I recommend curling up with &#8220;A Simple Heart.&#8221; A tribute to George Sand, this story was first published in 1877 as part of Flaubert&#8217;s final finished work, Three Tales; almost 100 years later it inspired [...]]]></description>
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<p>Flaubert, best known for his part in fathering the modern novel, also wrote wonderful short fiction. This Saturday morning, I recommend curling up with <a href="http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/a-simple-heart/"><strong>&#8220;A Simple Heart.&#8221;</strong></a> A tribute to George Sand, this story was first published in 1877 as part of Flaubert&#8217;s final finished work, <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780140448009"><em>Three Tales</em></a>; almost 100 years later it inspired Julian Barnes to write the novel <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780679731368"><em>Flaubert&#8217;s Parrot</em></a>, which was shortlisted for the 1984 Booker Prize. </p>
<p>Here&#8217;s a taste from &#8220;A Simple Heart&#8221;:</p>
<blockquote><p>For fifty years the ladies of Pont-l’Évêque envied Madame Aubain her servant Felicity.</p>
<p>For a hundred francs a year she cooked, and cleaned, sewed, washed, ironed, could harness a horse, fatten up poultry, churn butter; and she remained loyal to her mistress who, all the same, was not an agreeable person.</p>
<p>[...]</p>
<p>Her face was thin and her voice sharp. At twenty-five years of age you would have guessed her to be forty. After her fiftieth year she showed no traces of any age at all; and, always silent, upright in carriage, and measured in gesture, she seemed a woman made of wood, functioning automatically.</p>
<p>She had had, like any one else, her love story.</p></blockquote>
<p>You can read the rest <a href="http://www.daily-pulp.com/literature/a-simple-heart/"><strong>here</strong></a> via Daily Pulp.</p>
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