The unfortunate thing about the ease and rapidity of passing one's story around electronically is that I never get a glimpse of the dog-eared copies like I used to see poking out of the tattered backpacks or tanning in the back seats of the small circle of friends I used to circulate my bizarre little stories among. They're a little too cerebral for the pulps, a little too sensationalistic for the lit journals, and I've been increasing this bathetic dynamic to whittle my audience down to microscopic size out of some unexamined self-punishment urge. Sounds lovely, huh? My influences are Hawthorne, F. O'Connor, Kafka, Faulkner, Borges, Sterne, Saramago, Toni Morisson, Calvino, and Ismael Reed, among a ridiculously lengthy list of others, but mostly the first three.
duhleenkwint's Genres: True fiction, false non-fiction, white-trash-slash-ethnic-fantasy/sci-fi, queer horror, historical, tabloid impressionism, "literary"
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