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Monday, July 26th

Exploded.

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While it would have been easy to sleep in, to stay in bed until noon watching TV reruns on the laptop, we decided to do something different with our day.

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It was forecast to be the hottest day of July on record. And it was. And we had no shade. And no hat. And it was a spectacular display of sweating. Book covers baked in the sun. Vendors of iced products raked in cash.

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But despite the oven-like conditions, books were sold and readers (heretofore unaware of the small press/independent literature world) were connected with. The best part was turning people on to books that we loved, to be able to say you will love this book, and have them trust you. It was cool to know that they are about to embark on a journey that’s worth their while and you were a part of that. And maybe they’ll have their eyes opened to all the amazing things that are happening with all of these presses. It was worth the v-neck sunburned received.

See you in a month, Brooklyn Flea.

Friday, July 23rd

Echo.

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Dear friend and Issue #4 contributor Sam Weller had a new book, Listen to the Echoes, released this week on Stop Smiling Books. My body is buzzing with nervous energy to read it. The Paris Review was gracious to host the release party.

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The man of the hour was gracious enough to throw an invite in my direction.

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There was a looping slideshow of pics from Bradbury’s house. Ray Bradbury’s got a globe of Mars in his home. Fucking Mars!

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It was wild to walk around  TPR’s office. I felt like I was gonna brush up against some priceless artifact and accidentally break it, going down in history as that guy.

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Even the bathroom’s got cool stuff in it.

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Mr. Peak and one of the more sexual lit mag advertisements I’ve ever seen.

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We were part of an ex-Chicago contingent showed up in support of Sam.

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Sam is an amazing human. He believes in people. He believes in the strange and exciting work that they do. Even when they don’t believe in themselves. That is a rare thing to find these days. Consider yourself lucky if you’re in the position of being his friend.

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The Paris Review! Come on! I’m sorry, this office was incredible. I won’t deny it, I was nerding out big time.

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Thank you, Sam. And congrats!

Thursday, July 22nd

Indie Lit Explosion.

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We’re joining forces with a handful of publishing power houses this weekend to sell books at the Brooklyn Flea. Are you in the area? Come visit us and pick up some quality books. And why not grab a a corn dog and a vintage ottoman while you’re at it? See you there!

Wednesday, July 21st

Deadline Looms.

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Were you aware that the deadline for the Annalemma Issue Seven: Endurance is less than a month away? It’s true. The short list is already expanding into a stack of truly humbling words. Some of you submitters out there have been trying to shoe-horn your old stories into the theme. That’s to be expected and we don’t fault you for it. Eh, maybe we fault you a little. But perhaps we were unclear with what we wanted.

If you want to read a hell of a meditation on endurance please read the following Dear Sugar column that has been making the rounds at a few different places. It will rock you to your bones. It will make you cry. It might even change your life. Everything good writing needs to accomplish. If you’re thinking about submitting in the next couple weeks, keep this one in mind.

We’re looking for stories that people will connect with. Stories that encourage people persevere when everything is telling them give up. The word ‘hope’ has lost some currency in the past couple years. That doesn’t mean we still don’t need it. Submit stories of light in the darkness. Submit stories of hope.

Consider this a non-sexual-slap-on-the-butt bit of encouragement. Now get to it and good luck!

Tuesday, July 20th

Book Bike Update.

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The city of Chicago was up to a whole heap of bullshit, as mentioned a couple weeks ago. Not sure how it happened, but the Chicago Public Library stepped up and got the Gabriel Levinson’s bike full of books out of the garage and back onto the streets where it belongs. Raise a glass once again for Gabe and the CPL for keeping an undeniably good project going.

Read a good interview with Gabe here.

Tuesday, July 20th

Scene Report: Soda Series #2.

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While it may not have been as cool as the reading that took place last week, the second edition of Soda Series, brought to you by Greg Gerke and John Dermot Woods, happened in Prospect Heights last Sunday. Holy crap did it have a good line-up. Matt Bell, ladies and gentlemen.

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Matt read from his new story collection coming out on Keyhole later this year. If you’re a fan of Matt’s writing then you should start getting very excited because it is very, very good. He had a couple gallies to pas around. Mr. Peak and I fought for a copy with our teeth.

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The inimitable John Madera. John and I got into a heated discussion over literature, which inevitably lead into a discussion about the meaning of art and, subsequently, to the meaning of life. Shit got a little deep and that was just fine with me.

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I’m glad I went cause I got turned on to Jeff Parker. Jeff is a very funny man with very insightful things to say. And apparently he’s a skateboarder from Central Florida, which makes him nothing less than a King among men in my books. I bought his book and he wrote his favorite quote from T.S. Eliot in it: “Hello Mr. Death. How do you like your blue-eyed boy now?” So good.

I didn’t get a good pic of Amber Sparks, unfortunately. It was her first reading and she did a bang-up job. She got all high tech and read from her iPhone.

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The writers in discussion. Thanks to John and Greg and all the writers for making it happen! Soda Series is swiftly becoming something very good to look forward to.

Monday, July 19th

The Blueprint for a Good Reading.

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Last week I went to probably the best reading I’ve ever seen. Ladies and gentlemen, the graduation reading of Page 15’s Young Writer’s Camp 2010. In the reader’s chair here is Izabelle. She had a whip-smart piece about a couple of students competing for a marine biology scholarship. She dropped some serious wildlife science on a crowd.

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This here’s Vincent. He wrote a story hot on the heels of the the biggest sporting event of the decade. It was about a fútbol player named Xavier who worked his way up from the bottom to win the World Cup. A dude literally gets kicked in the face in his story. Sports are rough.

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Melik here unfolded an epic super hero tale about a dog named Dookie and his quest to defeat the evil Black I Peas. Have you ever written a story with sentient onions with the teeth of alligators? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Melik beat you to it.

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The writing was phenominal, but here’s where most readings pale in comparison to this one: Pizza was served afterward. I’ll bet people would be a lot more interested in readings if ‘roni ‘za were involved.

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Keep an eye out for these writers. Their imaginations are going to be making waves very soon. Thanks to Julia Young, Ryan Rivas, Jana Waring and all the volunteers for letting Annalemma be a part of Page 15’s 2010 Young Writers Camp.

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And thanks for the card!

Friday, July 16th

120 in 2010: We’re Getting On.

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It’s impossible to talk about this book without talking about how it was made so we’ll get that out of the way first. Kaelan has embraced the idea of the book-as-object, adding another layer of immersion for the reader.

Interior pages of the book are 100% recycled paper, but the cover is the impressive feat of printing: All first editions have been letter pressed on seed paper, a kind of recycled paper containing birch tree seeds that, once planted, have the capability to offset the carbon footprint of the book 10x over. It’s part of the Zero Emission Book Project, Kaelan’s effort to release and support a book without the use of unsustainable energy.

Most products of the green movement are not made to benefit the environment, but to make the consumer feel better about themselves. To alleviate a degree or two of the inherent guilt the consumer feels for being a consumer and not a sustainer. The reading experience is permeated by the objectness of the book: Running your fingers over the spruce seeds embedded in the pulpy cover, the debossed orange silhouette of a naked man swinging a coyote around his head by the tail, serve as a constant reminder of the production means used in the printing of the book.

Strange (and somewhat depressing) that it takes a book of fiction to embrace the idea of a sustainable printing. Meanwhile, mountains of nonfiction reference and instrucitonal books on becoming environmentally conscious employ conventional production means, completely dismissive of the ideals they tout.

This wildly inventive and ambitious project veers close to overshadowing the content of the book. But after reading, it’s clear that the story is only enhanced by the production means. We’re Getting On is the story of Dan, a man who can best be describe as an environmental regressionist. Dan recruits a gang of four strangers, almost on a whim, to follow him out to a tract of land where the plan is to fully remove themselves from the trappings of modern living. But it’s not long until the experiment in sustainable living fails and morphs into an exercise rejecting forward, or even lateral, movement and moves toward the direction of  regression. Dan’s totalitarian control over the group is tenuous. Cracks and divides show themselves until the structural integrity of the collective falls apart completely.

This is a book about the effect of restrictions. The object restrains itself from using simpler, cheaper forms of publishing for the sake of producing a book that has little-to-no carbon footprint. The characters in the story restrain themselves from using any sort of innovation or mode of being that would make them human. Dan strives to become something less than human, something that doesn’t that doesn’t have aspirations to rise above its environment, a struggle to become just another insignificant organism.

The story and the object make a statement in two parts: sustainable living is possible, but it doesn’t have to be what you think it is. It could be seen as an attack on sustainable living, like, taken to its logical conclusion we should all be aimed toward Dan’s goal, tearing ourselves away from progression and devolving back to homo-erectus status. But the statement the object makes is that humans are capable of living sustainably, we’ve done it before, we can do it again. And it’s possible for us to do that without backtracking on the evolutionary ladder. Dan illustrates this in the last chapter as he’s been exiled from his collective and wanders, starving and fragmented, among the harsh elements, “(A) new beginning seems beyond my grasp. I’ve gone too far in the other direction, and this isn’t a circle or a cycle, but a spectrum at the ends of which are two terminal extremes.”

Taken by itself, the story stands alone and is worth the read. But taken with the object, the reading experience becomes something larger: a book that whole-heartedly embraces a polarizing issue in a way that is passionately creative in execution and radically practical in its ideal. It’s more than reading a work of fiction, it’s actively participating in a movement.

Buy it here from Flatmancrooked.

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Monday, July 12th

Annalemma Salutes: Jesse Hlebo.

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My blood pumped a little faster when I opened up my RSS feed this morning and saw two things that I loved were combined into one great thing: The Rumpus had interviewed  Jesse Hlebo. To be honest, I’d let Jesse fall off my radar a little bit since he sent us some photos for a piece we ran in Issue #4. What a mistake. For the past year, Jesse has been putting a lot of his contemporaries to shame with his never-ending enthusiasm and work ethic. Check out Swill Children, a small press and record label started by Jesse and a few of his friends. Already they’ve released  a fistfull of 7″ records, a zine featuring the photography of David Potes and a lit and arts broadside called _Quarterly. Oh, and he’s only 21.

For your dedication to positivity and community within the arts, for your inspirational work ethic, for your accomplishments in creating beautiful things, Annalemma salutes you, Jesse Hlebo.

Friday, July 9th

Grain & Gram.

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Issue Five contributors Danny Jones and Jonpaul Douglass have started a new monthly online publication dedicated to gentlemen and the crafts that they love. Grain & Gram interviews men immersed in, and enthralled by, the process of making things.  The second issue went live yesterday and features letterpress guru Nick Sambrato, of Mama’s Sauce Print Shoppe. My favorite thing about G&G is the scroll-ability of the page. Most websites are obsessively all about the clicks. Danny’s meticulous attention to detail and angular design style paired with Jonpaul’s rich, textured photos eliminate any desire to leave a page, making the G&G reading experience a smooth and engaging one. Cheers to Danny and Jonpaul for, yet again, making something very cool. Looking forward to seeing who they spotlight next.