I really like this deb olin unferth…I’ve only read really short stuff of hers but man. Man alive. She’s a total weirdo at first, and not in a gimmicky way, not in a wes anderson way, I mean a 100% quirko; one of those types that, wow, can sometimes be the most rewarding— and I say this with a real envy because I know I’ll never be this— those people who start out as total Cringe Factors*, perhaps even with awareness of such, but sort of have this air of— trust me on this, you may be cringing now, but after another page, you will fall deeply in love with my cadence and my voice and admire what I chose to wear to this reading and how I somewhat sheepishly asked if I coudl stand behind the chair instead of sit in it. Deb! I’m with you! I wouldnt want anyone to sit and watch me slump over in my chair, my thighs all splatted out and rolling over the sides as I crossed and recrossed my legs in a nervous fit while everyone craned their necks to see if they could catch a glimpse of cellulite (<—- i have just revealed to you The Thing I’m Always Thinking About).

Anyway the point is I love her. She gets language and beats and just EVERYTHING so well and she can fucking do anything she wants and she can pull it off. Midway through her reading i started writing stories in my head. Ironically, whenever I really enjoy a writer, I completely stop listening to what they are saying. So if anybody has a copy of Vacation I can borrow… that’d be, uh, great.

*I once volunteered with a girl who was so cringeworthy and offensive in everything she said or did, we used to fantasize about producing a reality tv show you could force your enemies to watch that consisted solely of videotaping her daily interactions with the world and all of its victimized inhabitants who came in contact with her; naturally it was to be called Cringe Factor.