The good news

It never gets old, getting the good news from a literary journal. I got two rejections yesterday, just hours apart, and some days, you’re convinced you just ain’t got it. Your words are unmolded hunks of chalk, sand in the hand, a yard full of quickly scattering smoke from the barbecue. But a yes will go a long way. Somebody likes me, you think, and suddenly Friday afternoon’s other work doesn’t seem so important at all.

Anyway, River Teeth. In their next issue.


Jo Ann Beard Is My Kind of Writer


Jo Ann Beard’s essay collection The Boys of My Youth has long been a favorite. No one else gets at how awkward, funny, weird, intense it can be to be a kid. I teach several of her essays in my creative nonfiction courses. She’s great. And I get the sense I’d like her. No matter what anyone says, that’s important when you’re reading about someone’s life. Memoirs, no matter how good, when they’re written by jerks, that’s no good.

So when I saw that she’d written a novel, I was on it. In Zanesville, though I’m only halfway through it, might be the best novel I’ve read from an adolescent/early teen girl narrator I’ve ever seen. Reminds me of Tony Earley’s Jim the Boy. Simple, adolescent concerns, but real danger behind everything, zanesvilleand real worries, and real adulthood, just around the corner. And I like this girl, the narrator. She’s smarter than her 14 years and she and her best friend, Flea, are funny together. It moves very fast, too. She’s carried over that sense of young-adult awkwardness and precociousness into her fiction. Highly recommended.