Dennis Danvers’ The Watch

The WatchThe Watch by Dennis Danvers
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A thoughtful take on anarchy, mutual aid, and the legacy of the Confederacy as seen through the eyes of a visitor from the past. This is a heartfelt book, and a fine picture of Richmond that brings the punk anarchy of the 1990s to life like nothing else I’ve read or heard. Kropotkin’s humane approach to life is a tonic, especially when it leads to repeated jarring crashes against our world today.

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Useful Epiphanies

Last year I recommitted myself to writing, which I’d let take a back seat to other things for a couple years. Some of that was necessity and some of it was choice. I did an interim summing up a while back, and I intend to do another one at year’s end with charts and graphs and men in gray flannel suits, but for the nonce, things continue well.

  • I have six short stories sitting in slush piles, half under some flavor or another of further consideration.
  • The novel is sitting in slush piles, too, though I’m thinking increasingly about going the small press route for it.
  • My academic writing continues apace, with one article in revisions and one in rough draft. I am looking more and more for overlaps between my personal and academic interests in terms of scholarship, more news on which front to come later this year or next.
  • I’m both reading and watching more stories, and consuming actively.
  • I have a writing group that meets regularly, as well as occasional critique partners.

The other day I had a useful epiphany. I was having lunch with a friend, and I said that I had made the mental leap many years ago from wanting to be an author to wanting to write, but that I had of late come to realize that I’d mistaken the machinery of the writing life for writing itself, and that now I simply wanted to write. He took it to mean that I wasn’t thinking about publication so much, anymore, and I didn’t reply to this because that left me thinking about what I actually meant. This doesn’t mean I don’t want to publish (far from it), but it does mean that I’ve come to what I’d like to think is a more meaningful understanding of the variety of writing lives out there, and the economies of writing.

I read and write a subset of subset of fiction: somewhere between fantasy and horror and magical realism, usually with a dose of literary, usually with a dose of dark. It’s an obvious thing, maybe, but no section of the store sells that. I’ve complained that I rarely find what I like to read at B&N in the F&SF or in the Literature section, and that a new book of “my” type usually only shows up for a few weeks after release, if that. Odds are that if you are reading this, you’re in the same boat: literary fantasy, literary horror, or weird fiction are niche interests. It should stand to reason that niche tastes result in a different publishing economy, and likewise different strategies for seeking publication, but I just didn’t process that as fully as I should have a few years ago. Again, it’s not that my goals have really changed as a writer, but I feel like I finally have a meaningful view of the playing field and the shape of the goal posts, even if I’m not 100% sure how to get there, or if I’ll get there. What I need to do to publish a high-quality short story collection, or a novel worthy of winning a Shirley Jackson Award, are not the same things as what I would need to do to “succeed” in other stripes of literary or speculative fiction.

Luminol_Reels_front_400I just finished Michael Griffin’s Far From Streets the other night, and it held up to the promise of the other day. Its conclusion is wonderful and weird, and it felt a little bit like how I would have liked to see YellowBrickRoad end. I’m currently reading (among other things) Laura Ellen Joyce’s The Luminol Reels. It’s a deeply fucking strange book, to be placed on the Transgressive Fiction shelf, and how! I always hear people say (and say myself) that I write more flash fiction than I read, which isn’t strictly true if you include flash fiction that’s incorporated into larger collections, but her book is a cross between flash fiction and poetry? Something like that. It’s like Angela Carter and William S. Burroughs collaborated to rewrite Charles Simic’s The World Doesn’t End as a script for Eli Roth. Porn, blood, Catholicism, murder, poetry.

Finally, if you are in Richmond tonight, James River Writers is having its usual event for the last Thursday of the month, The Writing Show! September 25: How to Meet Your Public: Networking for Writers with Literary Agent Paige Wheeler moderated by Julie Geen. It’s 6:30-8:30 at The Broadberry, 2729 W. Broad S, and is $10 in advance, $12 at the door ($5 for students).



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Traditional or Self-Published? Split the Difference and Try “Hybrid”

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Have you considered self-publishing? Have you considered traditional publishing? Are you trying to decide when and where to draw the line between one and the other? If you’re near Richmond, Virginia tonight, Thursday, March 24, 2014, come to this month’s edition of The Writing Show. Husband-and-wife duo Philippa Ballantine and Tee Morris, popular speakers at the 2013 James River Writers conference, are returning to Richmond for the Writing Show to examine the emerging “hybrid author,” adept at combining the flexibility of indie with the exposure of traditional publishing. Bill Blume, author of Tales of a 10th Grade Vampire Hunter, will moderate the discussion about how writers can find this middle ground and leverage the benefits of both. The second half of the panel welcomes questions from the audience.

The Hybrid Author: Combining Traditional and Self-publishing
Thursday, March 27, 2014
6:30-8:30 p.m., with complementary hors d’oeuvres
The Camel
1621 W. Broad St., Richmond
Ample parking available in the Lowe’s parking lot across the street (Lowe’s and the Camel have a parking sharing agreement).
$10 in advance, $12 at the door, $5 students