Most of the selections this month have long, highly creative titles, and perhaps even in a couple of instances, esoteric ones.
But before we wade into these heavy waters, we’re going to be “ Walking Along the Water” with Samantha Seto, who is going to set a reflective mood by describing, with the fullness of literary art, an idyll in Greece.
After this, in “That’s when I said: I don’t like boys, just a few who happen to be,” August Kelly is going to uncover what is esoteric in the mundane, in a series of events that add up over the course of an evening into something greater than their parts. The picture that emerges is poignant, topical, and disturbing.
“Just an American on the Bus: An Interview with Christian Moerk,” by Betinna Hansen, gives us an inside look at a novelist’s life. Rather than present us with the romantic notion of the artist as tormented figure, Hansen presents us with the equally romantic—but far more palatable—notion of the artist as a well-contented person. A novelist who can write full-time should always be grateful.
“Brother is to Home as Uncle is to Grave; Brother is To Love as Uncle is To ______”, by Hannah Baker Saltmarsh, depicts some intense familial drama. I receive a lot of family-themed memoirs, and when I turn them down, it’s because they don’t contain much more than a chronological recounting of events. Saltmarsh, however, turns her experiences into literary art.
Finally, I’m always interested in reading new work. I invite you to submit nonfiction on a topic of your choice. I’m looking for creative nonfiction, narrative nonfiction, memoirs, and personal essays—with the understanding that these categories often overlap—up to 10,000 words. Please submit work directly to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I look forward to enjoying your work!