“Some books are meant to be judged by their covers. You know the kind: Comanche Rose, Petticoats and Pistols, Tender Warrior, Sea of Desires. You see them lined up in airport book stores and supermarket wire racks, their embossed titles accompanied by a shirtless he-man clutching a swooning, bosomy maiden.”
Rumpus contributor Joshua Bearman has posted an excerpt from his article “My Heart — The Only Muscle I Can’t Control,” along with the story of how the piece ended up in McSweeney’s #33 (aka The San Francisco Panorama), after being stuck in “editorial limbo” at GQ. You can learn more about novel pecs and the publishing world thanks to Bearman’s “Inside the San Francisco Panorama: My Weekend Amongst the Fabios.”
