Max Gray

Interview of the Week: Becky Tuch of The Review Review

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This article of the week comes from my ghostwriter. How thoughtful of him to interview the founder of one of my favorite literary resources on the global interweb net, The Review Review, that most effective tool for researching literary magazines.

The innovative and delightful editress Mlle. Becky Tuch opens up about motherhood, her short story collection (and novel!), and the ongoing evolution of The Review Review in an interview for The Rumpus. Don’t miss it. Be a dear and leave a comment at the bottom, or tweet your reactions to @City_Sasquatch. I will be sure to pass them on to the author.

Find a list of my ghostwriter’s other publications on the About page at the top of your screen, and be sure to keep abreast of his weekly Song of the Day column for The Rumpus. I promise I’ll get around to it, as soon as I open this fan mail.

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A Warm Review of Lit Mag ‘The Brooklyn Rail’

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It thrills me – ahem – to inform you all that my ghostwriter has published a bit of nonfiction on the world interweb net, a piece that will be of some interest to you literati out there. You can now read his glowing review of local Big Apple journal The Brooklyn Rail on that perfectly-charming and helpful site, The Review Review.

If you write or read words, you will in all likelihood appreciate this wonderful – and wonderfully-free – journal. Read “New York and Other Diverse Countries: Brooklyn Lit Mag is Home for High-Quality Prose and Art Criticism” now.

As I said, I am just so vicariously happy for my ghostwriter – emphasis on ghost – I could climb a tree and stay up there for several days.

Listen to An Old Record… Or Just Read This

edison victrola…A record review of Marvin Gaye’s Live at the London Palladium by my ghostwriter, published today on that indispensable resource for writers, The Rumpus.

Ah, how this article brings me back to my (slightly) younger days, when Edison’s phonograph was just released. I used to sit outside the windows of my human neighbors, silent and still, not daring to breathe, in the hopes that I could capture strains of the melodies wafting gently into the pine-scented air.

Memories!

“Thanatos IV,” A Sci-Fi Tale

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Some news – it seems my ghostwriter had a story published this week in Encounters. The tale, titled “Thanatos IV,” is apparently his first science fiction publication. I offered him my congratulations, of course, between bites of a pastrami, bologna, salami, pepperoni, and meat loaf sandwich.

If you, precious reader, are experiencing a palpable sense of deju vu, I don’t blame you. It was just a few days ago that Mount Hope published an essay by my ghostwriter. And now here’s another one. Ahem. How wonderful.

Perhaps I could send a surreptitious email to the editors of Encounters and inform them that there was a curious mistake in the latest issue, that somehow my ghostwriter appended his name to the piece instead of the true author’s – my own. An embarrassing error, to be sure, but nothing that can’t be fixed by a simple correction. That would be an entertaining prank! Now wouldn’t it?

Download a free copy of Encounters, Issue 14, here. See “Thanatos IV” on page 24. If you want. Either way is fine.

 

Kurt Vonnegut’s Politics

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Boundless joy. That is the emotion I experienced when I learned of my ghostwriter’s latest publication in a beautiful journal out of Roger Williams University called Mount Hope. His essay, “Kurt Vonnegut and the Proverbial Window of American Politics,” is certainly real. For a moment I thought this was another of his “April Fool’s Day” shenanigans, but when I discovered that this puzzling holiday falls only upon the first day of the month, my doubts were banished. It is no prank. IMG_1358

To verify, I opened Issue 7 and, sure enough, found his essay on page 82. The vicarious glee tightened my throat, quickened my pulse, and then wormed its way into my stomach. Though the nausea of happiness is already passing, I can only hope it will be followed by even more jarringly good news on the publishing front at some later date. I will be sure to acquire digestive supplements and Pepto-Bismol to prepare for that cheery day.

 

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JC Independent Publishes “Love Poem #2”

Well. I’m so happy to report – giddy, really – that my ghostwriter’s poem, “Love Poem #2,” has been selected by the Jersey City Independent (@JCIndependent) as one of three winning pieces commemorating National Poetry Month. The contest was sponsored by the Jersey City Writers (@JCWriters) group.

I am brimming with fraternal glee. Such impossible, confounding glee, in fact, that my head practically spins with vicarious happiness. My own manuscript still has not seen the light of day (even though I paid an additional $79.99 at Kinko’s to ensure that it would be printed on neon reflective 20-pound paper stock), but not matter! Let us not distract ourselves from the joyous news. How… head-splittingly tremendous it is. So much so that I must, I’m afraid, retire for an early morning nap.

Now if only I could banish the little fluttering canaries with my ghostwriter’s face on them from the darkness of my mind’s eye… Oh joy, how you set my pulse racing.