Friends: longtime readers of our website know of our great admiration for the work of acclaimed genre-spanning writer Jack Butler, author of four novels, two collections of poetry, a collection of short fiction, a cookbook, and at least one funny, heartbreaking, long narrative poem about Solomon’s doomed love for the Queen of Sheba. (It’s called “Solomon in His Wisdom,” and it appears in issue 55 [Winter 2002-03] of Pivot.) Gorjus and I are pleased and maybe a little tickled to announce that Jack will be taking part in our little dog-and-pony-and-rabid-mandrill show—don’t worry, the dog and pony are kept in an entirely different section of the guest bathroom from the mandrill, I chalked it off and everything—where he will be writing about, in the grand tradition of the internet, whatever the heck happens to be on his mind, whenever the heck he feels like writing about it. If you need more reasons to be excited about this news, you will find them here:
Jujitsu for Christ Book Club
On Living in Little Rock with Miss Little Rock
On Nightshade
Excerpts from a recent interview with Jack Butler
Well played, PFakes, well played indeed. My next mouse-click is one of the most exciting in recent memory.
Well, this pretty much makes my day.
It makes mine, too. I’m not going to admit to jumping up and down and—well, I suppose I am.
SHIT FIRE Y’ALL!
Finally found my Jackson homie on the glorious internet. Sic’em, Jack!
Lewis! You’re on this site? Wow! I keep up with you through the paperback racks, but had no idea where you were now.
I feel thoroughly welcomed. Now to figure out how to use this thing. Does it absorb tremendous amounts of time? I would think so (and hope so).
The most interesting thing about the plagiarist’s famous book is his mention of the Fibonacci sequence, which is stranger than we know. I’ve written a paper on the sequence which identifies it as a member of a family of sequences in a group of such families, which I don’t think anyone has noticed before.
But I won’t bore you with it.
Be still my heart!
Yes, Jack, blogging will eat your life faster than a fifty-pound bag of fried pork rinds. I think I mixed a metaphor there, but whathehell.
Yeah, until that famous book came out, I was going to write a thriller called The Fibonacci Sequence—about an Italian serial killer with a unique method of numerically selecting her victims … no. Not really.
It is, however, a fascinating mathematical sequence, especially in the many ways it turns up in the physical universe.
Anyway I wanted you to know that I read and re-read all your books, not only because they are so enjoyable but also in the hope that I can improve my own style.
Keep writing. We need you.