The Waiter

"The Waiter" by Alex Kudera appears in Loser I, a print collection of poetry and prose delivered by Mai Bell and Conor Hultman.

One man's home is another man's Florida.

From Tyler Dempsey's interview with Kyle Minor, I learn that Kyle was raised not far from where "My Father's Great Recession" takes place. Around minute 17 of Kyle's interview, Ohio State and Donald Ray Pollock get a mention.

current reads

I finished So Far Gone by Jess Walter, and I've read a couple short stories from his collection The Angel of Rome. (The longer titular story has the feel of a novella and is quite good.) I've also read the first few pages of a couple novels: Amreekiya by Lena Mahmoud and The Loved One by Evelyn Waugh. But last night, I read Peter Hessler, Joseph O'Neill, and Becca Rothfeld on "Love and Death in the American Novel" from the June 8 print issue of The New Yorker.

Prep Time @ Citywide Lunch

“I wanted to write in a manner that was honest, yet, the word in my mind was, kind. It took me multiple drafts for each e-mail. I don’t know that any of those e-mails was either. I was a week past the deadline when I was done. I’d had to unpack a few items of clothing so I wouldn’t have to deal with my own odour. I’d also had to go out and buy groceries for another week, which I’ll admit: multiple times I’d had to hold back a loud, throat-jabbing sob that day: guilt about using a portion of all the cash I’d left for Mom and Dad, this chest-binding sadness I’d felt when I saw a father hoisting his frilly-frocked daughter up so she could pick out her choice of fruit juice, the cashier’s pitted nails, the fruit man calling out to me. . .”

~~ from “Prep Time” by S. Taufeequddin Azher

a rebel in defense of the sinking of a stadium tradition

Consider A Rebel in Defense of Tradition or Harry Mathews's The Sinking of Odradek Stadium.

you can't keep your family safe

"Kinnick had forgotten the hardest part of parenting: the realization that you can't keep your family safe. That no matter how strong you were, or how much money you had, you could never totally shield the people you loved from the sorrows of life. Or shield yourself, for that matter."

~~ from So Far Gone by Jess Walter