Vigorously Lazy

Annalemma Issue Six is now available for pre-sale in our print store. If you enjoy the writing of the following people:

Mickey Hess

Matt Bell

Jonathan Messinger

Jack Boettcher

Ryan Call

J.A. Tyler

Henry Ronan-Daniell

Anne Valente

Ian Bassingthwaighte

Jim Ruland

Ravi Mangla

Roxane Gay

Jimmy Chen

Brandi Wells

…accompanied by the image work of the following people:

Charles Bergquist

Joseph Wood

Ghazal Hashemi

Daniel Lucas

Jenny Kendler

Owleyes

Nathaniel Shannon

Chrissy Lau

Anthony Cudahy

Todd Jordan

Xenia Fink

Rose Wind Jerome

Accettura & Ludde

Yana Tutunik

Ryan Marshall

Chase Heavener

Cara Faye Earl

…then you should hi-tail it over to our print store. As mentioned above, there’s a borderline-terrifying amount talent in these pages. We are bracing for the onslaught of orders as I type this. Secure your copy today! More details to come in the following weeks.

Random thoughts:

Don’t go into We Did Porn hoping for the alt-porn version of David Foster Wallace’s Big Red Son or Eric Schlosser’s An Empire of the Obscene. This book isn’t an investigative look into the recent trend of adult film stars covered in tattoos and Technicolor hair. This is a diary from the front lines of a culture war. Zak Smith rarely takes a microscope to porn. Instead, as someone who’s performed in a handful of alt-porn titles himself, he writes from the perspective of an insider, rarely delving into the personal histories of his subjects, mostly showing them as they are in the moment: actors, actresses, directors, various producers and production people engaged in the often unsexy process of performing sex on camera for money.

Only towards the end of the book does Smith try to tackle the how’s and why’s of women’s reasons for pursuing a career in the adult film industry. It’s the most interesting chapter as he challenges the general conception that most women in the porn industry are there because of a history of sexual abuse.

Smith’s writing style reflects his paintings: meticulous–borderline obsessive–with the detail. The images he chooses to show look washed out and spent, with spikes of color just to make sure you’re paying attention. He’s so generous with the scenery that sometimes he forgets a scene needs to reveal something about the people in it, which is a nice way of saying there’s a handful of excerpts the feel directionless.

Points off to Tin House for design. The thickness of the cover stock makes the book feel like it would fracture your skull if dropped from a height of a few feet. The inside pages are a weird semi gloss finish, presumably chosen to accommodate the images. The appeal of the paperback is that it’s somewhat malleable. This thing is just goddamn unwieldy.

This is a hard book to read. Zak Smith’s admittedly cynical worldview is refreshingly honest at times, but isn’t necessarily something that calls to you from the bookshelf. But Smith is writing about the zeros, as he calls the previous decade. It’s hard not to write cynically about a dark chapter in the history of the US, a time that we still live in, where it feels like things couldn’t possibly get much worse and we long for the innocence of only a few years ago, when we felt that things couldn’t possibly get much worse. The form of the memoir demands honesty, so it’s rings false to offer glints of hope when there doesn’t seem to be much of that going around. Of course, the drawback is that if your audience already knows how fucked up things are, they’re not necessarily going to want to be reminded of that every ten pages or so.

Umm, this sounds insane. Order it before you can’t anymore.

The above is from Mark Weaver‘s Make Something Cool Every Day project. Check out his flickr page to see the whole set, each image more magnetizing than the last.

I know there’s a lot of you out there who make it a point to write every day and sometimes it feels like a job, that you’re just sitting there typing away at some bullshit because otherwise you’d feel lazy and unproductive. What if instead of telling yourself, “I’m going to write every day,” you tell yourself, “I’m going to write something cool every day?” Whatever the definition cool means to you, you write it.

I try to write every day. Sometimes it feels like a job. Like I’m just typing away at some bullshit because otherwise I’d feel lazy and unproductive. As an experiment inspired by Mark Weaver I’m going to stop telling myself, “I am going to write every day” and instead tell myself, “I am going to write something cool every day,” and see where that gets me. Go, Mark Weaver, go!

Thanks to Gia for the heads up!

This is the cover for Issue Six: Sacrifice. The image comes from the photo essay El Pasion en Iztapalapa by Cara Faye Earl, appearing in this issue. I sent this to our intern and she said Oh Jesus, it looks like we’re a Christian mag… are we a Christian mag?

What do you think? Too religious? Would the appearance of a cross preclude you from picking up a magazine? Why?

Just got back from the stock room and it seems Issue #2 is almost all sold out! Get yours before they’re gone forever! Issue includes contributions from Sam Weller, John McNally Jason Gregory, Molly Each and includes a somewhat out-of-place-but-good-nonetheless interview with Nelson George. Oh yeah, and it’s practically free.

A friend is getting his house bug bombed and he asked if his cats could stay at my apartment for the day. I said of course, so he came over early this morning and dropped them off. Three cats crept about on their haunches, sniffing everything, dazed from the subway ride, probably the biggest adventure of their lives. My friend left to go to work and I poured some of their food in a bowl and set it on the ground. I stood back up and there were only two cats. I have a small apartment, not many places for a cat to hide. I called my friend and asked if one of the cats had followed him out, or if it could teleport. He said no, but that she was crafty and had thwarted him on many occasions.

I got ready to leave my apartment and then another cat disappeared. This one crept between the crack between the fridge and the counter. One last cat was still exploring my bathroom. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and the last cat was gone. Not under the couch, not behind the bookshelf, totally disappeared in the 400 square feet of my living room. I hope there isn’t a portal to another dimension behind my fridge that the cats keep disappearing into. That would really upset my friend. And me. The cats may be indifferent to this, depending on the dimension. When I left, my apartment was silent and still, offering no suggestion that there were three small creatures hiding somewhere in there.

Almost every woman I know owns a cat. They love their cats, but they fear that this love will spread to obsession and they will squander their love on these creatures, instead of another human. They fear becoming the crazy cat lady.

The main character in Lily Hoang’s story has already achieved that status and wants to go beyond. She wants to become a cat. Her cats are more than happy to oblige. They teach her the cat language, teach her to hunt and go so far as to replace themselves as her vital organs. Hoang’s detail of wounds being sewed up with shimmering cat whiskers sticks with me.

Hoang takes an every-day fear that slowly eats away at the psyche of most young women and ramps it to a surreal degree. It feels as if she does this to suppress that fear, as if to say At least you’re not as crazy as this woman.

Hoang’s story is part of the mud luscious chapbook series, which is a colorful little bunch of booklets that are one great story after another. When the cats disappeared this morning I thought maybe reading this would psychically draw them out. Hopefully when I get home they won’t be ready with the needle and whisker, ready convert me.

Via the Design*Sponge blog:

Brooklyn artist John Welles Bartlett’s woodcuts and prints of mythical and extinct creatures make me happy. And I’m not really sure why. Reminiscent of childhood? Desire for the unknown? Wolfboy? Who’s to say? The folks over at Berdorf Goodman have taken note as they’ve given Bartlett the run of their windows until next month.

Thanks to Wiggle Worm for the heads up!

Umm, I don’t know break this to you Melville House… You’re cool and everything, but I don’t really see you like that. Sorry. Hope we can still be friends.

Book cover design virtuoso Jim Tierney redesigned four classic Jules Verne novels, not for some reissue campaign for a big time publisher, but for his senior project.

Jim employs all sorts of whimsical, rarely-used cover design methods like die cut half jackets, spin wheels and translucent film.

The best part about these covers is you need only glance at them to get a potent taste of the adventure that lies within.

The worst part about them is that they are one of a kind. Hey Penguin! Get off your ass and mass produce these.

Click over to Faceout Books to read a short interview with Jim about the process.

Thanks to Danny J for the heads up!