The author is the author of the (mostly) acclaimed novel, L.I.E., a nominee for the NYPL Young Lions Award in a year that Mark Danielewski’s far superior novel, House of Leaves, took home the prize. Nevertheless, L.I.E. seemed to put the author on the map. The LA Times said, “If we feel we’ve heard enough about the land at malls and cloverleafs, we’re wrong; it’s probably the most authentically American experience there is, a point that [the author] makes in a blur of concrete, exit signs, and self-deprecating hilarity.” The Washington Post called the author “an inventive writer who manages simultaneously to romanticize and parody his own experience.” The Fort Worth Star-Telegram called the book “heart-wrenching” and voted it Best Debut Novel of the Year.
But for nearly 20 years, the author failed to publish a Next Novel. He wrote novels, mind you, but the Publishing Apparatus and the author seemed to be moving along diverging trajectories. It was almost as if the author was intentionally authoring into the void, despite frequent 3AM rants to the contrary, delivered in a contrived stage-whisper to his own sobbing reflection in the dimly lit bathroom of an apartment whose rotting infrastructure creaked and groaned under the weight of the author’s failure. This despairing middle-middle-period of the author’s authoring will apparently come to an end in the year 2020, when the author’s latest novel, Anthropica, will hit the literal and proverbial shelves under the auspices of the Dead Rabbits publishing imprint. Who then will chant the author’s name? Who then will absorb and — through the ancient process of literary communion — transmogrify the author’s pain, as the alchemist’s once turned lead to gold? The author hopes it will be you, dear reader, of if not you, then someone else.
Meanwhile you may rest assured that the author has not spent these two decades failing to author. His mind-bending and earth-changing work has appeared in dozens of print and online forums, including McSweeney’s, Fence, Conjunctions, Agni, Post Road, The New York Times Magazine, Poets & Writers, The Collagist, and Unsaid. His authored works have been adapted for film and frequently anthologized. He has, it must be said, authored with strength, courage, and (frequently wavering) conviction, all despite the shrinking enthusiasm of his imagined and imaginary readership.
Alis grave nil. May language release you from its lies.