isn't it great how "olio" means "melange" but "oleo" means "margarine"?
I also stopped by St. Marx Books today to look at the literary journals. I am easily bored and pretty much reject dense, pretentious tomes (or anything with terrible layout) out of hand. Also, I prefer a bricolage of fiction and essays to an olio of fiction and poetry.
Anyway, the only thing I found not-sucky and not-boring was called Monkeybicycle, which is apparently published in Astoria, by Astorians.
I am a modern creature, with my ADD and my coke and speed and Provigil, and I demand that fiction be interesting in the first paragraph, because if it isn't, well, I have better things to do, and they take AA batteries.





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Thanks for picking up the book, Jen. I'd like to think that it's interesting enough to keep people away from battery-operated things for at least a little while. But I know that is a battle we can never fully win.
Nice site, by the way.
I've never posted to my own comments before, but how did you find this post within ten minutes of my posting it?
Oh, well, when someone signs up for the Monkeybicycle mailing list, it sends an email to me because I have to add everyone manually. So, I saw your email address and was intrigued by the domain name.
Excellent. Do you have a name? I mean, I assume the journal isn't eponymous.
No, no it isn't. My name is Steven.
Steven, I think I love you. This thing has a MIDGET PORN STAR. This is everything I've ever wanted in a literary journal. I didn't even see that before I bought it.
Well, good! The author of that piece, Susannah Breslin, will be doing a Monkeybicycle reading in Philly in a few weeks. She rocks.
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