Dzanc Books is a not-for-profit foundation with a three pronged method of promoting and publishing literary fiction. Co-founded by Steve Gillis (author and founder of 826 Michigan) and Dan Wickett (founder of the Emerging Writers Network), Dzanc Books will aid literary journals, develop educational programs which utilize literary fiction, and publish up to 20 book per year, including titles through its imprints-Black Lawrence Press, OV Books and Monkeybicycle.
Who I'd like to meet: We are looking for authors, readers, literary journal editors, university creative writing professors, and others interested in literary fiction.
now available for pre-order thru paypal ($5 plus S/H)...j. michael niotta's chapbook, "the devil's doin the same damn thing he's always done.'
noir, bars, women & cars - from vegas to dago, the brothels of germany to doha, kuwait: a wild & gritty collection of 17 cuts: pomes & prose, plus 3 excerpts from the novel, ‘the ants, thirsty,’ all from the former editor/columnist of 86…the man who put "hard fic" on the streets…the hardcore referee/translator/negotiator you’d hire when sitting bookended in a bar between nick tosches & chuck palahniuk.
"look, the stuff is good. quite good. straight up - like a good half-glass of whiskey." —dan fante, author of ‘mooch,’ ‘spitting off tall buildings,’ ‘kissed by a fat waitress,’ & ‘a gin pissing raw meat dual carburetor v-8 son of a bitch from los angeles.’
My debut novel, The Cuckoo Parchment and the Dyke, has just launched. If you get a chance I'd be grateful if you'd go to my profile to find out more. The story's about Dada, art and artists.
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"Later that night, the old man gave me one of the worst beatings of my life. And not with his gravelly bare knuckles, neither. Were talkin' with his uber-belt—a two-foot long, inch-thick-wide, leather 'razor' strap that barbers sharpen their tools on. And when he would blast me with it, he would do so with all of his might. I'm not talking about gingerly little bitch slaps here, but full-throttle, blunt-force-trauma ass whippings. He fought like he thought that I fought like a man, too! And when the fury settled like dust, my entire four-foot posterior felt like it'd been doused with gasoline and set ablaze. I could feel the heat surge up my spine until it reached my hair. I would start to smell the awful smell of my own hair burning atop my melting skull. The old man's unforgiving inferno seared through my growing body many times when I was little—purifying my flesh as it did—while I dangled there by one tiny arm that I wished would just come out of its socket like a rocket...leaving the earth behind."
-excerpt from my blog, 'the dark inevitable.' come check it out!