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The Fat Studies Reader is available for pre-order from NYU Press. Edited by Esther Rothblum and Sondra Solovay, it's got my short essay, "Why Fat Girls Need Fiction," and tons of other great stuff, including essays by [ profile] charlottecooper, [ profile] mermeydele,[ profile] bearsir, and I don't even know who all else. There's a foreword by Marilyn Wann. I really do think that the publication of this anthology represents a kind of watershed moment for fat liberation, making a lot of thought, writing, research and scholarship about fatness more visible as active, engaged, insightful, important and of interest to a lot of different individuals and groups than it has been before.

Also, Lessons from the Fat-O-Sphere by Marianne Kirby and Kate Harding is available for pre-order, too. Marianne blogs at The Rotund (link to lj syndication), and Kate blogs at Shapely Prose. I first noticed Marianne's writing on fatshionista, and it's really interesting to see voices come out of these online forums and make an impact on mainstream culture.

And not a moment too soon. Go team!


Aug. 23rd, 2008 07:56 pm
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Today I rode to the reservoir in Leeds. I haven't been there before, in all the years I've lived here. It is past the end of the bike path, past Look Park, and there is a big hill on the way, since this is the beginning of the rise into the hill towns above the Connecticut River Valley. I wasn't at all sure I could make it, but I put on my swimsuit, brought a jar full of ice water, a pear, and a bunch of my stuff in a bag, and tried. The hill on Florence Road had me gasping, and I finally got off and walked for a little while. I wasn't sure how much farther the reservoir was, and there was also a pretty big downhill that made me nervous for the ride home, but, once I got there, it was perfect. A little sandy beach, other people on bikes pulling up, families. I put down my towel and walked into the cold water. It's a river, marked off with rope and floats for swimming. Lots of kids, and lots of room. There were many little fishes in the water. A very tan and friendly woman told me the sandiest place to walk in, to avoid the rocks. The water was cold and lovely after all of that effort, and I was langorous. I floated on my back, and swam to a far corner, then back. There were foamy bits on the surface.

When I got out on the beach, a chubby little boy showed me his rubbery chain of flowers, which twirled and bounced, and told me the story of his only sunburn. I read bits of The Forest for the Trees: An Editor's Advice for Writers, by Betsy Lerner, the pieces at the back about what editors want from writers and what writers want from editors, and about the life of the book itself, once it's bought. It's not good for daydreaming about books, but it's a bracing reminder of some common points of view of people who work within the industry. I'd been enjoying reading my Dickens biography, which, itself, was a study in a dazzlingly successful career as a novelist and some of its costs. But I'd finished the biography, and the beach, with the water in front of me and the ride home still ahead, was a good place to think a little bit about the publishing industry, with plenty of gritty sand and the story of a sunburn so bad that a little boy had to take a shower instead of a bath to put it in perspective.

There was also a little girl walking very purposefully down the beach, saying to herself, "Something is wrong. Something is wrong." I looked up, but couldn't see what was the matter. Finally, in the water, she shouted, "Something is wrong, and IT'S TADPOLES!!!" She went running up the beach, and the next time I saw her, she had a jar full of green water, trying to catch some of the very present small fishes.

Also, I saw a garter snake before I set off, small and fast, there in the dirt near where I park my trike. Such a good late summer day.

I saved my legs for the one hill, but, mostly, it was coasting, all the way home.


Oct. 31st, 2006 07:23 am
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Moved to do this by the death of John M. Ford (a writer people on my friendslist are mourning and missing), Neil Gaiman has posted a simple will for writers and other people with creative property, along with instructions on how to use it.

I've downloaded the form, and, while it is very simple, it's going to take some thinking for me to figure out who I'd like to ask to be the executor and the creative trustees. But it does seem like a prudent and considerate thing to do, and also a generous and constructive response by Neil Gaiman to the loss of his colleague and friend.
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They've posted the table of contents of the latest issue of Lambda Book Report on the Lambda web site. They didn't post the Fat and The Word article online, but, if you like, you can see the cover or read "Mortal Softness," the review of Venus of Chalk.

Also included are links to the cover story, with interviews of five gay poets; a review of a new book by the poet Carl Phillips; and others of Femme's Dictionary, poetry by Carol Guess; Wrestling with God&Men: Homosexuality in the Jewish Tradition by Steven Greenberg; a revisit to Crimes Against Nature by Minnie Bruce Pratt, and a write up about Pride&Joy, Northampton's lgbt bookstore, along with links to news and queries.

Also, local folks might want to consider going to see Ishle Yi Park, the poet laureate of Queens, tomorrow at Amherst College.

She sounds amazing  )

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Jan. 10th, 2005 10:17 pm
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Spinsters Ink, which published my first two novels, is in the process of closing. This, sadly, is due in part to the serious illness of the current publisher, Sharon Silvas. It's also part of the larger trend of the disappearance of many feminist publishers, bookstores, and journals that made up much of the context in which I first became a published writer, and where the great majority of readers have found my work.

My most recent book was published by Firebrand, itself revived from closure by Karen Oosterhous after publishing some of the most powerful, influential and well-loved books in recent feminist literary history, books by Dorothy Allison, Shay Youngblood, Les Feinberg, Cheryl Clarke, Cherrie Moraga, Beth Brant, Minnie Bruce Pratt, Kitty Tsui, Jewelle Gomez, Judith Katz and Alison Bechdel among them. Oh, I read these books with such voraciousness and desire, steaming up my glasses with urgent language and hot, hot, hot aspirations. Many of these books are still available from Firebrand, mind you, and I'm proud to be published by this press, and to have my work on a list with such great history and such really fine new work.

One of the gifts that small, independent presses give their authors is that the books often stay in print for much longer than at larger houses. But now my first book, Fat Girl Dances with Rocks, is out of print. I only have seven copies (including two I just bought secondhand over the internet) left, so if I'll have to be very selective if I want to show the book to anyone. There are more copies of Martha Moody. There is always the possibility of new life for these books – new editions or new ways to distribute existing copies – but, for now, I just want to say that I love them enormously, and I love what I know about the life they've had in the world, and in the brains and dreams of individual readers, some of you dear to me on my friends list. I wish them more life.
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  1. [ profile] charlottecooper
  2. has posted some really ravishing stuff about her recent trip to the US from London at, "Inside the American Beast." Every short essay is a gem -- really -- fireflies! doo wop architecture! chocolate fondant body wrap at the Hershey's Spa! Nolose! (and what she said about hearing me read there made me cry) -- but my very favorite is "Kill The Car, Robosaurus!" about a monster truck rally. The pictures are great, too. Don't miss this! So so so so good!

    2. The amazingly supportive Robert, who runs the website at Lambda Rising in DC, has put up a bunch of pictures of me at the recent reading there along with a blurb that calls me "wonderfully spirited," and ends, "Her energy is boundless and her writing is just delightful." Okay, then. I'm particularly happy about that boundless energy thing, because I've been wondering... There's a very sweet picture of me and Robert, and he gives ways to order autographed copies. (Also available locally at Pride and Joy.) Also please note: my beloved friend Lynne gave me the shirt I'm wearing at the reading, and I miss her and can't wait to see her!

    3. I just got an email from the Oxford American, which begins:

    Dear Susan,

    I love your fiction and would love to find a way to get your voice (whether
    via fiction or nonfiction) into The (new) Oxford American, which has just been resurrected down here in Arkansas.

    Can't argue with that! Especially since the description of the upcoming issue goes as follows:

    (Winter 2005) This big double issue stars Kaye Gibbons (debuting in THE OA with a new column), Barry Hannah (on encountering Jesus after a near-death experience), Wendy Brenner (on the trail of a snake fanatic), William Bowers (on movies), Billy Collins (two poems), et al.

    Plus, their last music issue won a Rolling Stone award and they were giving away signed posters of Lucinda Williams, whose music I love.

    Okay, so I haven't quite figured out how to do the list function. Still, things are pretty good.

susanstinson: (Default) is a website my friend Sally just sent me the link for that lists contact info for agents and editors. If you scroll through the lists, the guy who compiled them also posts his correspondence with the agents and all, and I find it quite funny, in that bitter yet valiant we're all getting the same rejection letters over and over and over kind of a way. He's got a new book called Ginny Good, too.


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