Shabby Doll House
I’ve said before Shabby Doll House is one of the best things in alt lit. Let me apologize. Shabby Doll House is the best thing in alt lit right now. Love these stories. Out of billions of submissions Lucy chooses just 9 to be fine. From these nine she distills pure-ass essence. Every time I review these I tend to go back and re-read them. Thus one review never feels like it is enough for these brain treats.
Sarah Jean Alexander knows about beauty. Or maybe she knows nothing. Beauty is such a difficult thing to define. Looks are one part of it. Confidence is a much bigger part. People can hear confidence, feel confidence, and even taste it in their liquor with pizza. When I think of beauty I think of a perfect nap, I think of that very picture above the poem. An empty space on my bed which I hope will be filled with my best friend. The space is implied, empty for someone.
Guillaume Morissette describes Montreal. The apartment he lives in is mostly empty space, hallways. I like that situation. When I have a roommate the less I see the roommate the more I like the roommate. How to describe it is hard but seeing a person you live with less is more comfortable. Waking up should not have to involve discussion of French Canadian roots or separatism. I like the casual level of humor in the story. Jobs are good things to complain about. That’s part of the reason I enjoy working so much. Black holes of people exist. Avoid them. Nobody wants to grow up to be Dan. It happens just like stars collapse to form black holes.
Mike Bushnell’s voice comes through loud and clear in his piece. I like the rhythm of this poem/story/shouted piece. Literally as I read it I hear his specific cadence come through with the repeated phrases such as ‘but bring’ or ‘I am not sure’. There’s something amazing with how Mike can just bludgeon you with a column of words.
Theo Thimo and LK Shaw appear in Gchat form. Reading these little pieces of ideas reminds me I should be on Gchat more. Whole books are made from Gchat. Here is a rough guide to what is up: LK and Theo switch places, with one setting the other up for hilarity. OJ is a grand life. Can’t believe Theo doesn’t take OJ more seriously. I take my juices very seriously. Glad that Theo hates Jupiter. Out of all of the planets of the solar system Jupiter is the biggest douche.
Mallory Whitten takes her time with panic attacks. That’s important. If you think panic attacks age like fine wine you are incorrect. Horrible things happen with panic attacks. Hope Mallory is okay. With panic attacks it is hard to do anything, to sleep, to read, and to eat. Eventually it passes. Unfortunately it requires a lot of time.
Frank Hinton appears from her months-long hiatus from the internet. I miss Frank. She is rad. Here she enters a new form of work. This is Frank’s first play. What she does is spend an inordinate amount of time on the internet. It sounds healthy so far. Then she goes to places and does not check the internet. This is a far more worrisome development. Salem plays ‘Till the World’ ends for the Act 3. Wonder how the unfinished play turns out.
Chris Dankland’s head is made up of smoke. Despite that problem he sees clearly. It doesn’t matter when. Late at night in a Denny’s is when he truly shines. Only in the darkness can anybody shine. Sure it is easy to be a nice person when everyone is watching. When nobody is looking or the wrong people are looking it is so easy to be bad, hard to be good.
I’m here. This is a rare occurrence, perhaps the only time I will do this strange thing. Listen to the following song when reading the story. Sorry if it doesn’t sync up properly but hey, I’m a weird kind of sloth. Here is the song for the story: Mouse on Mars – Parastrophics – iMatch – Track 8.
Jesus Moses is messing up the sky. Whatever he can’t touch he destroys. That’s messed up. Feel sorry for the sky. At least at the end of it he’s super weird and everybody else is normal. Strangeness is a commodity precious few are privy to.
Love the artwork for this thing. It makes me feel alive. Having the mix between outright poetry, Gchats, stories, and the first play is indeed a fantastic thing. Indeed, to quote the wise bard Jackson Nieuwland ‘Everything is fantastic’.