Joyce’s Ulysses is a critical experiencing of the Odyssey at the level of general structure, of narrative instruments and rhetorical particularity. Joyce (like Pound) reads Homer with us. He reads him through the rival refractions not only of Virgil or of Dante, but through the sheer critical intelligence of his own inventions of echo, of his own over-reaching design of derivation. Unlike that of the critic or academic expositor, Joyce’s reading is answerable to the original precisely because it puts at eminent risk the stature, the fortunes of his own work.
—  George Steiner, Real Presences
Light reading/Dark reading

Hello new followers! I thought I’d post a few stories and essays I wrote this year, in case you’re interested in reading more of my work (I already posted my essay about Marilynne Robinson and the origins of suffering in Tin House, but why not again?) or need some reason to procrastinate on the internet.


- "The Boy with the Open Mind" in storySouth 

- "The Dimensions of the Anomaly" in Blackbird

- "The Exhibition" in MonkeyBicycle


- "The UnDead" (with apologies to James Joyce, though I drew him a pretty awesome portrait, don’t you think?) in The Toast


- "A Little Night Music" (review of Marie-Helene Bertino’s gorgeous novel 2 A.M. at The Cat’s Pajamas) in The Millions

- An Interview with Katie Coyle (about her debut novel Vivian Apple at the End of the World) in The Butter (you can expect me to re-post this one when Katie’s book comes out in January!)


I published a lot of comics this year (stay tuned later today for my latest loveamongthelampreys strip) but this one is NEW and thus SHINY:

- “Desk Job" in the Poetry Comix & Animation folio in Drunken Boat #20

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.
—  James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man