I interview Rhonda Hughes of Hawthorne Books over at The Nervous Breakdown. Rhonda is apparently hard to pin down for interviews, so folks tell me I was lucky to snag this—they’re right: I was.
The ridiculously cool Wanda Coleman, whose fiction I’ve had the pleasure of publishing several times, has a trio of poems up at TNB as well as a self-interview. Wanda’s kind of the bad ass of poetics.
Barney Rosset died. Man, that’s just the end of an era. This guy was pretty excellent, and in some ways he could be seen as a direct pioneer to ventures like The Rumpus, that exist very much in an anti-censorship space. My publisher, Algonquin Books, is going to put out his biography, but meanwhile, read a bit about Barney here.
Next week, we’ll have Tod Goldberg in the house on Sunday, reporting on the AWP Conference. Nobody spins AWP quite like Tod. Here’s his contribution last year. Don’t take a swallow of anything, people, unless you want a spit take.
This week’s Sunday interview with Stephanie Vaughn was conducted by Patrick Somerville. Pat’s an outstanding writer in his own right. He’s pretty young, so his success would be depressing if he weren’t so damn good. He also does cool, ethical things like publish some of his books with indies, even though a trade publisher would probably pay for them. Here’s his Featherproof Books collection, The Universe in Miniature in Miniature.
I’m taking a hiatus from the Lit-Link Round-up next week, because I’ll be hungover from AWP festivities, and curing that with some champagne at Cheryl Strayed’s Chicago release brunch celebrating Wild. But nobody will miss me, because Tod will be here.
See you in two weeks!
