In a noble attempt to rally our noble readers to her noble cause, LWOT is reprinting a plea from contributor Terri Favro who is locked in a heated battle with some guy in a literal deathmatch. By literal, we mean figurative and by deathmatch we mean match that leads to someone's death. Read below for a series of words interspersed with various punctuation marks.
Hello all...
This is a short but heartfelt "thank you" to all of
you who are voting to keep my short story in the Brokenpencil online
competition. I've heard some remarkable stories of the extremes people
have been going to keep "Cold Comfort" alive. I wish I could buy you all
a collective drink.
My opponent gathers a huge number of votes
in a small amount of time, overnight, all at once, which means that
every morning I wake up 100 votes behind him, and every day I slowly
catch up in the online votes. It's exactly what he did to his previous
opponent. He has a good story, but these votes can't all be coming from
readers. Too many, too fast, and in bulk at night. Or in the space of
minutes, at points in the late day when I catch or exceed his total.
It's a very noticeable pattern. It's likely from accessing online
message boards at the university where he's a student.
So this is
also a reminder to stick with me until Sunday night if you possibly
can. This has turned from a writing competition into one about who can
get an online standing army. I've also engaged in some pretty heated
debates with my opponent about his story, which you can read on the
blog. I know I'm making some strong statements but this is not just me
being my usual argumentative self for the sake of winning. I mean
exactly what I say.
Even three votes a day, from now until end of
day Sunday, would be an enormous help although I know a lot of you are
voting far more often than that. Thank you, I'm sorry for all the
hassle, and I promise this is the last plea between now and Sunday.
Here's the link -- http://www.brokenpencil.com/deathmatch-2013-round5
Terri
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Champions of LWOT: Terri Favro
Sunday, 27 November 2011
Hiatuses!
Here are some suggestions:
- massive blanket fort outside NBC headquarters.
- send the president of NBC tubes of Hawthorne Wipes.
- Greendale Human Being flash mob.
- something scary garden gnomes.
- boycott every NBC show that isn't on Thursday nights (except Chuck).
- send the president stuffed monkeys holding pens.
Friday, 12 August 2011
You buy now!
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
This Day in LWOT Merchandise
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Under Construction
LWOT is currently undergoing some maintenance as we upload our latest issue. One of our interns will be swiftly beaten for his ineptitude that lead to the delay and we'll try to have the site back up as soon as possible.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Stop the Press
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Indie Writers Deathmatch IV: The Deathiest Match
Sunday, 2 May 2010
The LWOT Panel
I love this subtely comic story about a young marine vet, travelling from his home in Ralph, Texas to New York City to collect a $70 debt from an army buddy, and then back home again. In Norwood Pratt, Portis has created a protagonist who is in many ways the opposite of Kerouac's Sal Paradise, although I can imagine the two of them meeting in a boxcar in Pennsylvania or a roadside diner in Virginia and possibly enjoying each other's company for a few miles, despite their differences. (Norwood actually inquires, when in New York, if an acquaintance knows any beatniks, and is introduced to a guitar-playing girl with whom he entirely fails to get anywhere.)
James Chapman’s The Rat Veda. Mud Luscious Press featured an excerpt in our chapbook series last year, and we will have a new excerpt from it in our eleventh online issue (April 2010), but the book, all together, is beyond tremendous. The power and subtlety that Chapman is able to wrench from words, the combination of emotions and images is truly visionary. He takes simple notions and twists them, burns them, buries them, smothers them until they can’t breathe, until they come out blue-faced and panting and panicked and insatiable. I cannot say enough about Chapman’s skills, and The Rate Veda is a most brilliant example. Here is a little bit, direct from the book:
There’s no subway, no tunnel, no cellar.
The falsehood collapses.
There isn’t any house, the house is a fiction.
There aren’t walls, so there’s not outside and inside.
Those are a misunderstanding.
Rat, walk, you’re free.
You’re not here.
It’s over.
The tension is broken.
The fantasy collapses.
There’s no Rat.
Touch the inside of the moon with your head.
Fly slowly, lying on your back on an atom.
No one thinks about you, no one sees you, you don’t want them to love you, you’re gone.
If you dance, you don’t even know it.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Call For Submissions
LWOT publishes the very best writing by the very best writers in Canada (and sometimes by Americans who pretend, in their cover letters, to be Canadian). We only publish fiction, though our understanding of the term fiction is pretty loose (and can be summed up, for the most part, by our title). Quite simply, if you're lying, it's fiction.
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Stop the Press
Friday, 26 March 2010
Did You Know...
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
This Day In LWOT History
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Prepare For Launch
Friday, 5 March 2010
Did You Know...
Fear Not Our Wrath By Voting for Fear of Fighting
The National Post’s Canada Also Reads contest has now entered the voting phase, that beautiful period in which random internet blowhards make their voice heard with the simple click of a button. It’s time for you to be one of those blowhards!
Make sure to read Zoe Whitall's impenetrable, intractable defense of Stacey May Fowles’ Fear of Fighting (and, hey, read the other essays, too), and don’t forget to vote now!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Did You Know...
...John Mutford’s Book Mine Set is written in an actual mine shaft!
Say what you want about semi-professional book-expert (or bookspert!) John Mutford, he lives by his convictions. His anti-irony, anti-exaggeratory stance is well-known to many within the industry, but his dedication to eliminating brainless audacity from internet web-pages extends far beyond mere words.
You see, while the title of his award-winning themed blog, Book Mine Set, might seem at first to be a clever play on the word mindset, it’s actually not clever at all. No, that simply wouldn’t do for a man who refuses to allow a single absurdity or exaggeration to pass his lips.
That’s right! John Mutford actually writes his blog from inside an abandoned gold mine!
Each morning, at the now-defunct Con Gold Mine in Yellowknife, Mr. Mutford uses a pulley-system he created in his spare time between blog posts to lower himself into the bowels of the Precambrian shield, where, on a ledge in the dark, with only the glow of his laptop screen for light, he composes his eloquent, malapropism-free reviews.
As a Yellowknife-based panelist defending Steve Zipp’s Yellowknife-based novel Yellowknife for the National Post’s Canada Also Reads program, Mutford is broadening his influence—and, hopefully, his earnest, literal manner of thinking. And we here at LWOT will be there to support him every step of the way!
Monday, 1 March 2010
Champions of LWOT: John Mutford
Superstar blogger John Mutford loves reading books. Canadian books. But if there’s one thing he loves more than reading Canadian books, it’s crusading against one of the most dangerous and prevalent scourges of the internet age: hyperbole.
Yes, in this world of instant communication, any grand claim can be made with brainless audacity. But how many of these claims can be empirically proven?
Northern Saskatchewan’s Most Buttery Perogies? Is the butter content measured by volume or weight? The Biggest Ball of Twine in Tatamagouche? By what zoning laws are you demarcating the borders of Tatamagouche township (because there’s a pretty big ball of twine down the road in Waldegrave)? Even Jack Layton’s boastful claims of having the Most Aerodynamic Moustache in the Toronto-Danforth electoral riding are utterly unverified.
But be not afraid, ye sincere and sober masses! Like famed civil rights lawyer William Kunstler or crusading feminist icon Gloria Steinem, John Mutford is here to right these egregious wrongs!
And we here at LWOT couldn’t agree with him more.
That’s why, in light of our newfound anti-irony stance, LWOT will henceforth be known as The Magazine of Internet Fiction That Provokes Among its Readers Varying Degrees of Like and Dislike!
Also – and this is the exciting part, dear readers – for the next few weeks, as John Mutford takes part in the National Post’s Canada Also Reads competition as a distinguished panelist, LWOT will be abandoning its traditional editorial direction and focus exclusively on bringing you all the John Mutford news that’s fit to be copied and pasted into a pre-existing blog template!
One man is making a heroic effort to rid the internets of hyperbole, irony, and sarcasm, and we’re very excited to be supporting his important cause.
Stay tuned for much more, and don’t forget to check out the left-justified, proof-read stories in the latest issue of LWOT: The Magazine of Internet Fiction That Provokes Among its Readers Varying Degrees of Like and Dislike!
And don’t forget to check out John’s anti-satire headquarters, Book Mine Set.
The LWOT Panel
Never mind that the nefarious four-letter words are spoken by characters who are bullies. I suppose the powers that be at this particular school would have liked it better if I had the bully characters saying things like, "Gosh, would you mind ever so much if I inflated my own self-esteem by subjecting you to taunts and abuse? Oh, thanks very much, old chap!" But NO! Bullies don't say things like that! They say, "I'm gonna kick your ass, cocksucker! Awwww, you gonna cry, ya fuckin' faggot?"
Regardless, these benevolent educators decreed that my book was obscene, despite the fact that the book is actually about a nice-guy main character who sticks to his personal morals and ultimately triumphs over obscenity. I wonder if they teach the concept of IRONY in this school's English classes?
I could have written, "Kids, the word 'fuck' is very, very bad, and you should never ever write it or say it, no matter what!" and they still probably would have canceled my appearance. Apparently the lesson on CONTEXT was also skipped.
I was really angry about this, until another school found out about the cancellation and booked me to speak to their students; apparently, some of them had actually read the story (rather that simply looking at the words). I received cheers for "telling it like it is" and "keeping it real". And Cheeseburger Subversive went on to be nominated for almost every Young Adult book prize in Canada.
So: Tell it like it is. Keep it real. The people who get it will get it. And those who don't? Oh, well.
And to drive my point home, I'll share a shorter, but related story:
I once played drums in a band with a guitarist who, at practices, was always expounding that I was "playing too fast". So I sneaked a metronome into rehearsal once, and when he asked me yet again to slow the tempo, I played it at exactly the same speed.
"Was that better?" I asked.
"Much better," he responded.
Another critic satisfied.
never hear back. You shoot them a pdf of a manuscript and no comments are
returned. You ask for a blurb and silence prevails. You give
modest-acclaim for a press or a new novel or a publication, and no words
are said back. This to me is the greatest form of devious, devilish
remark. To say nothing about a literary work is, to me, to say everything
negative, all at once, in the loudest voice possible. To say nothing is to
say that this is bad, beyond bad, so bad that nothing in fact can be said
about it. We try to tell ourselves no, don’t worry about it, the email was
dropped, the mail was lost, the conversation was forgotten. It wasn’t. No
no. Their silence means they hated it, they loathed it, they were
disgusted by your words. Enjoy the silence is what I am saying, because it
will ring in your ears forever.
probably the worst review I've ever gotten, apart from the odd Amazon
screed, and it came in the New York Times on Christmas day, of all
times and places. It was for my first book. My editor called me up and
said, 'Hey, I heard it blowing in the wind that your book's getting a
review in the Times!' And he was excited, naturally, and so was I -
mainly because my editor was a pretty sedate guy and didn't get
overexcited about much. So Christmas comes and before sitting round
the tree with my family, before the presents, before any of all that
good yuletide stuff I head to the NY Times site and check the review
... and it's an absolute earth-scorcher. First of all, they assigned
it to this writer with a feminist outlook - which I have no problem
with, but it seemed to me like you couldn't have picked a reviewer who
would have less of an inclination towards the sort of stuff in the
book. It was like putting a weasel and a hognose adder in a gunny sack
and expecting them to get along. So she hammered the book; she
actually did that thing which I hate in reviews, which is: she took a
sentence I'd written and used it to mock me. The actual quote from the
review (and I hated to look this up to copy and paste, but whatever):
In "On Sleepless Roads," a repo man "wondered what it was about
property seizure that gave rise to soliloquies so melodramatic they'd
embarrass a threepenny hack." Once Davidson can curb the same impulse,
he'll be on his way.
Pretty brutal. But whatever. One needs a leathery hide in this biz.
Mine's pretty leathery, but like everyone, it's got its soft spots.
Friday, 19 February 2010
Did You Know...
...David Alan Grier has the fewest Facebook friends of all In Living Color alumnus?