pretty much constant and everything but punk and rap.
Movies
Cool Hand Luke. All Indies.
Television
sports and news and Entourage
Books
Any and all things by: Roy Kesey, Yannick Murphy, Kyle Minor, Jeff Parker, Lee K. Abbott, George Saunders, Pinckney Benedict, John Cheever, Lydia Davis, Keith Taylor, Philip F. Deaver, Steven Almond, Sam Lipsyte, Stephen Dixon, Jason Ockert, Andre Dubus, Jim Shepard, Stephen Elliott, Suzanne Burns, Brian Evenson, Elizabeth Ellen, Jim Harrison, Yasunari Kawabata, TC Boyle, Jonathan Lethem, Lee Martin, Cormac McCarthy, Erin McGraw, Chris Bachelder, Flannery O'Connor, Don Pollock, Robert Lopez, Peter Markus, Peter Ho Davies, Aimee Bender, Ben Percy, Tod Goldberg, Rusty Barnes, Pia Z. Ehrhardt, David Morse, Mike Czyzniejewski, Stefan Kiesbye, Anton Chekhov, Gunter Grass, Fyodor Doestoyevski, and hundreds more for sure!
About me:
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Read a review of Temporary People at NewPages.com.
Steven Gillis is the author of the novels Walter Falls and The Weight of Nothing, both finalists for the Independent Publishers Book of the Year and ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year 2003 and 2005. Steve's third novel, Temporary People, will be published by Black Lawrence Press in 2008. Steve's stories, articles and book reviews have appeared in over three dozen journals. A 6 time Pushcart nominee and 4 time Best Of... Notable Stories, a collection of Steve's stories - titled Giraffes - was published in February, 2007. A second collection of Steve's stories - titled What We Wonder When Not Sure- will be published by Black Lawrence Press in 2009.
A member of the Ann Arbor Book Festival Board of Directors, and a finalist for the 2007 Ann Arbor News Citizen of the Year, Steve teaches writing at Eastern Michigan University and is the founder of 826 Michigan and the co-founder of Dzanc Books in partnership with Dan Wickett. All proceeds from Steve's writing goes to Dzanc.
"Gillis' writing is illuminatingly strange, filled with power, electric, and will stay with you long after you think you've gone to sleep."
--Stephen Elliot author of Happy Baby
"Steven Gillis writes as if his life depended on it. His imagination creates a complete world: Dickens without the furniture. This great bustling book seems to embody all he knows and can intuit of the world. As common as the morning paper, as rare as piano music, Gillis' talent is transcendent."
--Ben Cheever, author of The Good Nanny
"Steven Gillis adores language, grasps what makes and breaks a family, and loves to squeeze things until they shatter. He's the one catapulting your new plasma tv set down the street to see what happens. Richard Bausch and John McNally come to mind with a splash from John Cheever's clever martini. Most of these characters lives are train wrecks in progress. Yet you, dear reader, will get off on the surreal glow from their deer-in-the-headlight eyes."
--Richard Peabody, editor, Gargoyle Magazine
Who I'd like to meet: Authors, Bookstores, Publishers
Thanks for the add. I'm a new Harper Perennial author, reaching out to some of my publisher’s book-loving friends.
BEING WRITTEN is my first novel, and it will be released on September 9. It’s the story of a man who knows he’s a minor character in a book and the lengths to which he’ll go to win a bigger part.
You can find out more about the novel in this one-minute video, on my MySpace profile, and at www. williamconescu. com. Thanks again!
Thanks for the myspacial friendship, Steven, and here’s wishing you a happy week, heavy with hilarious hoaxes, hospitable headless horsemen, heroic hobgoblins, hopeful harpy healers, horrifying heaps of horseradish, humorous hamster hags, haunted hairy harmonicas, and heavenly hellhounds howling heartfelt haikus about horoscope-handy hippopotami.
I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of checking out one of my short stories. I'd love to hear what you think.
Happytimes, -Jeremy :)
Peter: Oh my god, Brian, there's a message in my Alphabits. It says, 'Oooooo.' Brian: Peter, those are Cheerios.
Hey Steven, hi from England & thanks for connecting. We hope you'll enjoy Take the Red Pill. We'd love you to register on the site and let us know what you think. Respect! Redpillboy.
The Roadhead Chronicles goes from the Cold War Fifties Pop Culture of classic cars and rock n' roll to the spaced out Spare Change Sixties of Vietnam and Hells Angels. Not the usual look at the era, instead It's written by someone who lived it and spent a life of being on the road from his beach bum days in Honolulu to the glitz and dangers of the Sunset Strip in LA, and his purple hazed and double dazed days in North Beach and the Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. The Roadhead Chronicles also looks at the history of Route 66, Roadside Neon Culture and old diners and dives!
> Mike Marino writes in an offbeat and irreverant style with a beat and a cadence that is all his own. His writing style has been compared to John Dos Passos, John Steinbeck and Terry Southern and one reviewer likened him to Frederick Lewis Allen on acid! Readers and critics call the book "wickedly wonderful", "delightfully weird" and "automotively sexy."!!
Thanks for the add! GUD (pronounced "good") is a print/pdf magazine of 200 pages of genre and literary fiction, poetry, and a splash of art. :) See our profile for information on reviews, freebies, and submission guidelines!
I only want to think of my own comfort. I don’t want to be accountable for anything else. he must not realize where this leads. what’s dying off. the distinguishing marks. all of them are mad. this inferiority. this belief in balance. counts on her fingers. her imagination. gives his response. her heart beats. what before had been intolerable. I haven’t put enough thought into it. it’s worn threadbare. if I could’ve acted sooner. spoken in a gentler tone. I can’t believe she’s here. after everything. another strange turn. what does this signify. drops it on the floor. wipes the sweat from his brow. something that had been gaining momentum throughout the course of her life. I couldn’t dissuade her. more time elapses. tears knowingly upon these cheekbones. I find pieces of him. I knew better. there can never be enough distance between us now.
