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THE SCENE

People have been asking how the literary scene looks here in L.A. If this past week was any indication, it’s pretty sweet. Here are some mini-reviews of the shows I got to see over the past five days:

THE ENCYCLOPEDIA SHOW

In only their second episode, this reading series has the makings of a local institution. Caitlin Parrish delivered an excellent monologue at the opening, and every reader (including my dear friend Mary Hamilton) delivered unique, touching, funny pieces. Michael Roberts’s piece on Astronaut Michael Collins was a standout. I’m looking forward to seeing how this show will evolve, with local connections in film, acting, stage writing, etc etc. For now, it was nice to see a show that has its roots in Chicago and Austin — made me feel less homesick.

THE NERVOUS BREAKDOWN @ BOOK SOUP

This was my first chance to check out Book Soup, a great bookstore in West Hollywood. My friend J. Ryan and I made the rounds of the store before the reading started and found new offerings from presses small and large. I picked up the crazy/wonderful If ‘n’ Oof, which is shaping up to be my favorite graphic novel of 2011. The reading itself was good, strong writing all around. My favorite was a Ben Loory story about dads. Greg Olear was a new discovery that I immediately loved. More writing about dads, read very well. Afterwards, my pals and I went to Chik-fil-A and ate nuggets and that was cool.

TONGUE & GROOVE @ THE HOTEL CAFE

This was last night’s offering, at a dim quiet bar that made for the perfect venue. Everyone was good and my favorite was John Jodzio, who I had no idea writes these screamingly funny/absurd short stories. Both my companions snapped up his book Get In If You Want To Live. After the reading, we went out for tacos and I finally had lengua and it was great, as promised. I tongue-kissed the taco. That’s enough.

This week I’m going to try and make it to the Dagoberto Gilb reading downtown (I only just heard about this one, need to find a listing for it). It’s fun to live in a big city! I’m missing friends back home in Austin a lot, though. Need to figure out that tesseract trick so I can squish both cities together in four-dimensional space or whatever.

WEST COAST: BEST COAST?

Los Angeles. Last year I was refusing to drive its highways, and now I’m here in Texas missing the feeling of smog on my teeth.

I was happy to catch up with J Ryan Stradal (lunch meeting turned into three hours of conversation), Nick Antosca (gainful employment has not spoiled his charm), Mary Hamilton (blooming like a bloom in that ocean air), Angeline Gragasin (energy soulmate and queen of collaboration) and Johnny Anthony (working with a focus I’ve never seen). Different people and different goals with the common bond of tenacity, ambition and talent. I felt so glad to spend time.

Home again. We’re looking at another 10 days of 100+ temps, not a cloud in sight. School’s starting and the college kids are getting their youth stink all over my haunts. My girl Lesley got a gym membership and I’m teaching her good squat form. My body bleeds iced tea.

LITERATURE

Please see a review by Laura Owen of a review of Museum of the Weird from Gulf Coast. Sorry about not trying too hard on the sentence structure there. Thank you Laura, and further thanks to Gulf Coast reviewer Dane A. Wisher.

I’m finishing a good long story and working through edits on a shorter one that is set to appear at some point in McSweeney’s.

Advising Lesley’s niece Rhi on dance class: “You never know when you’re gonna need to know how to waltz.”




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