Downhill in the good way.

So on Saturday we sledded all morning, and Chloe creamed this one kid, took him out at the knees, just really messed him up, which is kind of what you have to expect if you insist on standing at the bottom of a sledding hill looking the wrong direction, but on the other hand, he was the only other kid on the entire hill at the time, and she wasn’t trying to hit him, so what were the odds?

Then we had lunch, and after that it was still snowing so we drove into town and went to a museum that is great in so many ways. And Chloe and Tom and I talked about what ceramic armor might be all about, or cardboard boxes made of slip cast low-fire white clay. (Okay seriously, did you click on that last link? Did you? I'm not fucking kidding, go click on that link, and look at the cardboard box and those dusty crushed paper cups and know that in that artwork there is no cardboard and no dust and no paper, et cetera.)

And after that we went down into the Kid Area, where they have dress-up clothes, and the kind of building block court you’d have in your house if you were six and had a million dollars to buy blocks with, and the clay workshop where I sculpted The Prince of the Uglies and Chloe sculpted the King of the Nosiest People and Tom sculpted the The Big Blue Bird.

Saturdays might get better than that but I kind of doubt it.

Then on Sunday we went to the other kind of museum, the kind that's actually a bowling alley.


February 23, 2009, 11:50 a.m.Category: Art

The Quiet, and Then More

The cycle seems predictable: the reviews come, if we're lucky, in the month or two after the book is released, and tail off fairly quickly thereafter, with maybe a few here and there in the subsequent six months. And that's pretty much your load, shot. But every so often, months and months later, a really nice review comes out to give the book one more good goosing. This time it was John Domini giving All Over all kinds of good juju in the latest issue of American Book Review.

February 11, 2009, 9:08 a.m.Categories: Fiction Collections, Review, Short Stories

18th Annual Jeffrey E. Smith Editors' Prize in Fiction

I've been submitting stories to this contest on and off for the past decade, and to its sponsor, The Missouri Review, for even longer than that.

No dice.

Until this year.


February 3, 2009, 6:08 p.m.Categories: China, Litmags, Short Stories