The month of May, a.k.a. Short Story Month, is coming to a close with surprisingly little fanfare. What gives Dan? Last year there were ticker tape parades in the streets and children were running wild reciting Carver stories by heart. Okay, maybe not. But I a lot more lit web people were getting involved. Whatever. I’m still gonna hype this shit cause I think it’s cool.
Over at the origin point of Short Story Month, EWN, there’s been some heavy reviewing action of the new issues of stellar journals Redivider and Hobart (I’m reading #11 now and it’s awesome and I’ll be reviewing it tomorrow). #11 turned me on to Patrick Sommerville. Why did no one tell me about Patrick Sommerville?! He’s got a scorcher of a story in the new Hobart, which is talked about at length here. Some of Patrick’s work can be found online here. If you’ve never read any of his stuff you need to check it out now, but you probably have because apparently I’m the only one left who’s never heard of the guy.
The architectural construct of one man’s life – his friends, family, and reputation – would be consumed so fast he’d gag on the smoke before getting the chance to put out the flames.
Go read up on these two amazing writers right this second and let them remind you why connecting with other humans makes life worth living.