Nathan Tyree: Poor Old Ezra

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Poor Old Ezra is now online at Lit Circus. Enjoy.


I forgot earlier: Stipped on Dogmatika

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Nathan Tyree: In the Gutter

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http://www.guttereloquence.com/issue2/tyree2.html

New issue of Gutter Eloquence has something of mine

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Nathan Tyree: UR

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Stephen King's new novella is only available on the Kindle. UR

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Nathan Tyree: Kafka

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I am on vacation. Despite this I went into the office for ten hours yesterday. I forgot to change my socks. It was a mess. My buddy Wally almost got me a job on the new Tyler Perry movie, which would have allowed me to quit my desk job (at least for a while). That the job didn't come through sank me into yet another round of despair. Kafka was a bureaucrat. I may be worse, since my shit day job doesn't inform my worldview or my writing. I may just be masturbating here, but at least I get off at the end of it.

I've toying with a few new ideas to make myself useful. One of them involves a walrus. I'd like to say more, but that would be telling.

At work I thought about hitting on the cleaning lady, but I wasn’t drunk enough. At least I’m writing at a regular pace. I want to hollow out the body of God and move my stuff in, but he wont hold still.



This morning I watched the episode of M*A*S*H where Radar's uncle Ed Dies and Radar gets a discharge and goes home. I thought that Radar must have felt guilty that he got what he wanted because someone he loved died. Life is like that. It's called blood money. When my mom died she left me a little bit of money and I used it to pay off our car loans, then I couldn't look at the cars without wishing someone would kill the weeds growing in my heart. Black snow piles up outside the windows, but we never turn on the heat.


I recommend the maker's Mark on the rocks.




Tags (beta): fuck you

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Nathan Tyree: A great review

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Somebody over at amazon posted a lovely review of Stygiophilia:

Okay, so say you're channel surfing, and you come across ... oh I don't know, The Reaper, and you think to yourself, not a bad premise--a bunch of kids, minimum wage employment, some cute girls, lots of supernatural elements ... but something's missing--what the hell's missing from this picture? And then it dawns on you; Bukowski! Bukowski is missing. If Buk could rise up from the dead and find employment as one of the writers for The Reaper, you'd have something pretty similar to Stygiophilia, a fast paced, tight-lined, no holds barred, brick to the head, macabre tale of one man's quest for absolution.

This is a great read. A quick read (98 pages), but a great one none the less. Nathan gets in and gets out, but still manages to slowly reveal a horrific back story that shapes everything the narrator (and the reader) experiences.

My only issue with the book is the layout, but that's just (I assume) a technical issue and easily overlooked once you get cruising along with the story line, which--from a writing standpoint--is liquid smooth.

All in all, a great book from a great writer.

- Billy


I like this review. Being compared to Bukowski kicks ass, frankly.

Stygiophilia

Check it

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