The humor, the hatred of day jobs, the drinking, the gambling on life, the madness of the grind, giving away your soul for pennies on the dollar, I knew that world. I lived in that world.… more
The humor, the hatred of day jobs, the drinking, the gambling on life, the madness of the grind, giving away your soul for pennies on the dollar, I knew that world. I lived in that world.… more
So here’s the thing you should know about interviewing Frank Reardon. No bullshit. No flinching. No wincing. Much like the stories he writes, he doesn’t spin. Anything. He doesn’t shy away or go looking for attention. He doesn’t dress up his life to make it feel like anything other than it is same way he… more
If anything can humble a person, it’s the process of trying to “make it” as an artist; to devote your life to creating a thing that has no tangible, measurable purpose in our particular culture.… more
Let’s not mince words here. Frank Reardon makes his living as a butcher in Minot, North Dakota. Let’s just imagine for a moment the type of stories a butcher in Minot, North Dakota might tell. Now imagine a guy with the hard-earned writing chops of a Charles Bukowski or Larry Brown. Frank Reardon has published… more
I’ll let you all in on a little secret: for the past four years, Troy James Weaver has been quietly churning out some of the best books out there. Period. In 2015, there was Witchita Stories (Future Tense Books) and Visions (Broken River Books). In 2016, there was Marigold (King Shot Press). And now this… more