Ridiculous

I have chapped lips in the summer.

Here I am at lunch today. Which one am I?


The first two pages of The Woman Down the Hall, Lily Hoang's eBook at Blake Butler's Lamination Colony, features the two best color-ish-nesses in succession. I am not just saying that because Blake called me "one of the most entertaining people on the lit web," either, but before he said that I could not have imagined the glory imparted by such a pronouncement.

I haven't finished reading the story yet (the words that make up the story, I mean), but something interesting happens while I try. It's this: I sort of hear the voice of a narrator in my head. I went through the first few sections and had an eerie feeling, and then I realized it was the older man's voice who was there in my head and also reading the book. When we finish reading it, I hope we have an edifying discussion.

Read the interview with Zachary German. My man's for real.