Thursday, October 2, 2014

"Dingbat. Assbeast. Boomba. And, for some reason, ‘vomit’ and ‘penis'."

While this is clearly a negative review, I consider it complimentary (despite the reviewer's intention). I do feel bad that she felt obligated to finish reading it and review it when she clearly disliked it so much, but I very much appreciated that she did.

There are parts that seem to tell a quite interesting story – for instance, the book starts and ends with a father creating a ‘kind’ bomb, upon which the daughter murders the father – but this narrative is too fragmented, too much interspersed with incomprehensible lists and separate poems, and this makes it impossible for the reader to follow the narrator. The work contains shrapnels of keen insights, but they are written in too dream-like a manner: these insights appear within a jumble of incoherent messages, the narrator skipping from one to another without differentiating between the profound and the ridiculous. There are words that are repeated so often you’ll start either loving or detesting them. Dingbat. Assbeast. Boomba. And, for some reason, ‘vomit’ and ‘penis'.

Read the entire review here.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Rebecca Loudon on Bombyonder

Rebecca Loudon generously wrote this:

“I loved you against all odds and algorithms.”
~Bombyonder, Reb Livingston

In Bombyonder (Bitter Cherry books), Reb Livingston is not afraid to name the monsters that crowd and clog our neural pathways. Bombyonder is a book devoted to language, to deconstructing the 21st Century dream, a pink page-a-day diary that leaks secrets and secretions, the saddest animal, the flattened science of the flesh. Bombyonder is a holy scream into the blasted slag heap. It is love and love’s conjoined twin, hate, in no uncertain terms. It’s a terror, a stupid white wedding, a stand up comic that barks like a seal, a black Bakelite telephone ringing and ringing in the deep night when you think you are safe. Livingston’s language tangles, weaves, dances and involves itself in deep play. There is discomfort this book. It is not a lullaby or a watercolor heron flying into the night. Livingston upturns every rock in the tide pool and she doesn't pull her punches. I found myself holding my breath as I read. Bombyonder shoots out of the most tender cannon you could possibly imagine. Be careful when you read it. You will become splendid. You will bleed.
Rebecca Loudon 


I might have a different type of review to share on Monday. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Special Pre-order Sale for Bombyonder eBook

If you prefer to read on an eReader, you can pre-order the Bombyonder eBook for only $5.99 (until October 14). After that the price goes up to $7.99. Not only do you save money and receive the eBook as soon as its available, pre-orders will increase the book's ranking thereby making it more visible to customers at these retailers.

Pre-order on Amazon

Pre-order on Barnes & Noble

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Pre-order on Smashwords

If you prefer to read a print book, you can pre-order Bombyonder directly from Coconut Books for $15 (free shipping). The best deal over there is to subscribe to the entire season and receive all six titles from Coconut's Fall/Winter 2014 catalog:

Invisible Reveille by Carina Finn
The Dead Girls Speak in Unison by Danielle Pafunda
Soft Threat by Alexis Pope
Slice by Arielle Greenberg
Bombyonder by Reb Livingston

Sunday, September 7, 2014

God Damsel is a Free Ebook

In anticipation of Bombyonder, God Damsel is a FREE ebook for the rest of September. Use Code: RS84V to read it on your Kindle, Nook, Sony Reader, iPad, on your laptop, in your web browser. How ever you want.

Just because fairy tales don’t exist doesn’t mean we don’t need them—need their promise of a happily ever after—need their heightened, fanciful language to infuse our flat, modern vernacular with pomp and poof and oompf—but need especially their infusion of momentous meaning into our seemingly pointless actions and humdrum adult lives. Through that hole of need enters Reb Livingston’s stunning God Damsel: a pyrotechnic, syntactical orgy wherein the speaker’s both creator and victim of a world that mirrors our own in disappointment and loss. She’s a creator of her own language, yet a victim of the limitations of all language. The poems are like the bizarre, hybrid-mutant animals slithering around the island of Dr. Moreau—cross-breeds of humor, whimsy, sharp intelligence, and deep—near unspeakable—sadness. I can hear Henry Darger’s Vivian Girls eerily reciting from God Damsel, like a primer, in unison. Do avoid the dreaded Woe-Dodo, and take a stroll through the puffy pink clouds (careful to avoid the inky-icky black pits) of God Damsel-land. 

—Jennifer L. Knox

Reb Livingston (hymnographer, crier of laments, wry chronicler of blockages, seepages and Thingamabobs) combs the spiritual runes, tunes and ruined stockings that remain after traffic between the sexes. God Damsel is a fractured, fractious and funny allegory which just might get biblical on your ass. Check it out.

—Tom Beckett

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Preorder Bombyonder

You can pre-order my novel, Bombyonder, from Coconut Books along with new titles from Carina Finn, Danielle Pafunda, Alexis Pope, Tyler Gobble and Arielle Greenberg.

Or better yet, subscribe to the 2014 Fall/Winter catalog and get them all for just $65. That's over a 30% savings.

One sentence novel synopsis: Lady swallows a bomb in pill form (invented by her father), barfs up a dead bird and embarks on an excavation layered with murder, sexual politics, patriarchy, matricide and ancestral torment along with a parrot-faced cat girl, a boy on a donkey, a terrifyingly handsome lover/golem, an unconceived brother, a straight-texting friend who lives in a box inside a box and Medusa.

Excerpts from Bombyonder:
Eleven Eleven (reprinted in Redux)

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I'll miss you Wendi

Wendi Kaufman passed away yesterday after a long battle with cancer. The Washingtonian posted a brief piece about Wendi. For those of you who read my Cackling Jackal blog, you may remember her as The Happy Booker.

Wendi was funny, warm and incredibly generous. Not just with other writers, but with everyone who crossed her path. She often volunteered her time to worthy causes. Truly someone who gave to her community. She was a huge support to me early on by giving me a monthly poetry column and the space to write about whatever I wanted, however I wanted. She went out of her way to connect me with other writers and literary folks. Simply because she was a wonderful, selfless person. This was something she did for countless writers.

Also, Wendi was a talented fiction writer herself. Her first collection of stories, Helen on 86th Street and Other Stories, from Stillhouse Press is coming out this Fall. You should pre-order it.

The last time I saw Wendi was two summers ago, she was in remission and positively beaming. She talked about her new appreciation for her health, the changes she made in her life and how good it felt not to be sick anymore. Then a few weeks later I heard from a neighbor that her cancer returned. I didn't want to believe it. No, no, Wendi overcame cancer, I insisted.

Wendi is survived by her husband and their two teenage sons.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

3 Good Books

Here I suggest "3 Good Books" on Oracles and Dreams at Push Pull Books.

And lots of other good book suggestions where that came from.

Speaking of oracles, the Bibliomancy Oracle now offers over 2500 prophecies.