An assault to the senses, Mary Gaitskill's "Folk Song, 1999" made me, as a writer, want to explicate the dark forces inside of me and spew them over readers. This, of course, would be an aggressive attack, but also designed to pinch the "victim" and "victimizer" aspects of you all. As for Gaitskill, I really hope that she reads my collection and that she cringes and squirms and realizes that the enemy inside of her--scarily enough!--has met his match.
--JD
12/30 |
Fellow fed backers, you are a tough audience. I thought it a potent collage, what the natioinal enquirer would be, if permitted to die and go to heaven. Headed out to find more from this author.
--bzw
06/17 |
Wonderfully laden with emotion and poetry.
--bb
05/14 |
I bet the author thought this was profound or something. An embarassment to turtles, even.
--JGG
05/11 |
This short story or excerp was excellent. You can tell that the author was from Detroit. Without obvious clues the darkness and desperation of the story reflects living in Detroit or around there. The psychology of it all was thrilling. good show.
--pmp
05/08 |
This story is full of sadness, but certainly not incoherent. I found a lot of the imagery very poetic. The sadness of the stolen turtles. The craziness of the killer and the marathon sex queen.
Sex and death, of course. The oldest theme there is?
--TAB
05/06 |
Bad news.
--JGB
05/05 |
That Gaitskill story is god-awful writing. It's neither sexy nor coherent. Ugh.
--GM
05/05 |
This is an excellent guided fantacy which led me through a wakeing dream labyranth. It expressed felt but inarticulated points of views about the fucking marathon phenomonae recently popularized. It left me breathless and both satisfied yet empty and sad at the same time.
--rd
05/04 |
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