Like drinking? Love literature? Then join us tonight at 7pm for some Filthy Goddam Lies on the second phase of the Manhattan Lit Crawl at Botanica Bar!
For those of you who haven't experienced Lit Crawl, it's a FREE evening of readings, literature, and literary events, at a series of bars across the East Village and Lower East Side. You'll find details of the various venues and events over on the official Lit Crawl NYC website – events start at 6pm, and culminate in an afterparty at The Magician in the Lower East Side at 9pm where you can put your feet up, drink more, and talk literature.
But we'll be appearing at Botanica Bar, at 47 East Houston at 7pm, a few steps away from Broadway and Lafayette Subway Station (btw Mulberry and Mot - Map here), and we're excited to be featuring original stories from writers Thaddeus Rutkowski, Rachel Mann, and Jennifer Haskell-Smith, with performances by Jeff Wills, Amber Bogdewiecz, and Samantha Jane Guerwitz. Entrance is completely free, and the drinks are decidedly cheap.
It's going to be a great night - and we have a fantastic show in store for you. Look forward to seeing you there!
Three days to go until our next submissions deadline - send us your Body & Mind themed stories by Sunday, 31st August! As usual, we're looking for fresh, thought-provoking and emotionally engaging short fiction between 800 - 3000 words.
Entry is free, and all interpretations are welcome - you'll find full guidelines on our submissions page, and we're also listed on Duotrope and at The Submission Grinder - both fantastically useful resources if you're managing multiple submissions. Good luck!
We're appearing as an Official Brooklyn Book Festival Bookend Event at 7pm on Tuesday, 16th September at 68 Jay Street Bar in DUMBO. As befits New York's best-known literary festival, we'll be featuring a lineup of New York authors and actors - namely writers Manuel Martinez (Center for Fiction Fellow 2013), Cedrick Mendoza-Tolentino (Center for Fiction Fellow 2014), Anthony Tognazzini (NYU, New School), Jeanette Topar, and Jerry Sticker; and actors Jon Sprik, Margi Sharp Douglas, Samantha Jane Gurewitz, Denise Poirier, and Everett Goldner. It's a fantastic program, and we're thrilled to be involved!
68 Jay Street Bar is just a couple blocks away from York Street Station (F Line), a few minutes' walk from High Street Station (A,C), or a very pleasant stroll over the Brooklyn Bridge if that takes your fancy. Entry is, as ever, completely free - we look forward to seeing you there!
The Manhattan Lit Crawl, meanwhile, will be happening on Sunday, 13th September in the East Village. We'll be hosting a special LIars' League NYC show at some stage over the course of the evening - exact time and venue is to be confirmed, so watch this space!
She swirls her drink and says something like, ‘I’m so glad vinyl’s coming back now, I just can’t stand to listen to music on m-p-3.’ Her version of the initials are drawn out, over-enunciated, the way certain people say ‘N-Y-P-D’ or ‘F-D-L-S’ with knowing, fear-mongering intent; she means the music on my little pod is not only sonic diarrhea but also deeply corrosive to the fabric of modern society. So, fuck. She’s about to drag me into the conversation, the one that, apparently, all white people above a certain tax-bracket are required to have these days. The music talk. I regurgitate some Steve Jobs shuck and jive, talk about how I love the ease and convenience of being able to download all my favorite songs, all of which she dismisses as ‘overproduced, pro-tools shit’ without really asking what I listen to (she suggests, hurtfully, that I am a 311 fan). She talks about ‘depth’ and ‘timbre’ and how, when you listen to some obscure Midwestern rock duo on vinyl you can feel the farmhouse they recorded it in. She talks about how modern music is designed to be flawless and uniform, a product pure and simple, from the writing to the recording to the distribution to the listening. She talks about how real music is supposed to have imperfections, vintage tube-amps and raucous, sloppy drumming. She misquotes Miles Davis, possibly just to see if I’ll challenge her. I don’t, and she continues: dropping Jack White’s name a half-dozen times and then claiming Detroit is overrated.
Misha is laid out on the back seat and she whimpers as the car bounces over the speed-bumps. Back home, Jamie’s coat is hung up in the hallway. ‘I’m back,’ I shout, the words echoing up the stairway of our maisonette, but not triggering a response.
There’s this girl who works a few shifts a week with me here. Generally, she likes taking the middle of the assembly line- you don’t have to talk to people as much. After a while, you can even start to guess what type of salsa each customer is going to go for. Upscale woman slumming it for a quick lunch? Medium and mild combo. Malnourished looking white dude? Hot, and extra if possible. Any male over 50? Mild, and they’ll look upset about it. Rachel can look and mime asking, can mime listening, but she’s always got her ear buds in. She’s always shifting slightly as she moves and stands - if you know to look for it, she’s rocking a little bachata, a little two step, micro-twerking her way towards the register, where I work.
That's what it says on the display of my watch. Well, y'know, specifically it reads eight-zero-zero-eight, but it'd take a man far more mature than I am to read that as anything other than “BOOB”. The colon that usually blinks away between the middle two digits is nowhere to be seen, so if it doesn't say “BOOB” it says eight thousand and eight, and since eight thousand and eight isn't even a time, I may as well read it as “BOOB”, because I'm late for work again and the levity is welcome. I arrive at the platform just as the dust from my departed train settles. My watch beeps, for no reason whatsoever.
Not even Google Maps could navigate me to the address listed on the customer service page of the company’s website. I ended up first at a nail salon, next at an optometrist’s practice, and finally at a non-descript facade with the correct number, no thanks to digital navigation software.
Thanks for all your submissions to our Analogue & Digital theme - we'll be announcing the lineup in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, we're now accepting submission to our BODY & MIND theme - deadline is Sunday, 31st August. All interpretations welcome - see our submissions page for full submissions guidelines, and drop us a line if you have any questions!
We'll see you next on Wednesday, 6th August for our Analogue & Digital Show - also featuring our regular literary themed trivia competition - with digital prizes! Oooooooh.
We may be living in a digital world, but many of us still have one foot left in an analogue past. It can be an occasionally uneasy relationship – so how does the past fit into our future? Where are we headed? And what have we left behind?
There's one week left to submit to our latest deadline - send us your ANALOGUE & DIGITAL-themed stories by Monday, 30th June! As ever, we’re looking for fresh, thought-provoking and emotionally engaging short fiction between 800 and 3000 words long- send your unpublished stories to us at email@example.com, but please visit our submissions page above for complete guidelines. We happily accept simultaneous submissions, though please let us know if your work is accepted elsewhere before we get back to you.