Download the complete The Best of Cantaraville in PDF here Ever hopeful, I placed this ad in Grafitti , the ONLY real live PHYSICAL alt.literary publication in town. Had my ideal situation transpired, I wouldn’t be writing this post but happily midwife-ing a worthwhile project by a promising POC of whichever race or sex. Instead, this is what happened: Within 48 hours of the issue with my ad hitting the freebie paper stands I got two replies. One was from a white guy named Scotty B—, who said he was “impressed by my credentials”, as if I were applying for a goddamn job from him. But when I asked him about his work, his writing, he was evasive—said that it was all in notes he needed to “organize”. He said he was fifty, out of work and couch-surfing. More out of sympathy than anything, we arranged to meet with him, buy him lunch and sound him out a little about what he felt he needed, as far as his writing. Mister Grumble and I were already at the restauran...
Swimming in the literary pond