brothercyst: February 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

WRITERS AND MONEY; TED ON GENIUS

Have not posted as much this week as I intended to. Midnight Picnic is out and people are buying it. While I continue to encourage all to buy it from Word Riot, let me also encourage you to review it on Amazon.

Overwhelmed, lately, with temporal demands. Torn between enthusiasm about new project(s) and indecision about job/apt/what city to live in. What kind of job do writers suggest getting these days? I'm trying to think of the published novelists I know who are my age and live in New York (or, in one or two cases, other major cities). How do they survive? (A caveat, this is anecdotal, not researched or verified; in some cases people could be lying or my impressions could be wrong.)

  • Lives entirely off income from acclaimed major-publisher literary novels and maybe grants/fellowships, definitely doesn't get money from parents.
  • Lives almost entirely off income from successful major-publisher novels and income streams that exist as a result of those novels, supplemented by some freelance work in a non-writing-related field.
  • Makes some money off acclaimed major-publisher novels but still requires somewhat stressful full-time day job to live. Also gets grant money.
  • Makes some money off major-publisher novels but is already wealthy from family money and lives according to whims and adventurous caprices.
  • Makes some money off successful indie published novels, has no real job, gets money from wealthy parents although never acknowledges doing so.
  • Makes a little money off novels, mostly freelances, somehow doesn't ever seem to have day job, may get subsidized by parents.
  • Makes very little money off indie published novels, works shitty day job.
  • Makes very little money off indie published novels, works a full-time but relatively easy/comfortable day job. Also gets grant money.

One of the above is me, but my description will soon change for any number of reasons.

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Check out this talk from the TED Conference on the nature of creative genius.


Monday, February 23, 2009

CRASH

Huh, people lost a lot of money today. Imaginary infrastructure collapsing. That's what happens when you build things on "confidence"--they say.

Midnight Picnic inaugural reading happened Saturday night, went very well. Full house at KGB, thank you Jackie, Marty, Ariel, Elaine, Rachel, Sabra, David, Stu, Todd, Karan, Tom, Mahbod, Dan, Rich, Lexy, Lucy, Brianna, Nick, many others, and even a good number of people I didn't know, and thanks for buying the book. I signed the books. If you couldnt go because you're not in New York but you want to buy a signed book, email me.

So, so sleepy for the last 36 hours. Yesterday all I did was drowse. Unacceptable.

Matt DeBenedictis wrote a post about Midnight Picnic, including illustrations. Nice.

Friday, February 20, 2009

GOOD EVENING

Tonight I saw Brian Evenson and Jesse Ball read. (Wikipedia... I'm not important enough to have a Wikipedia entry.) Two awesome writers with new books out that I'm excited to read. Last Days by Evenson sits beside my bed.

Exhausted from work.

The Midnight Picnic book trailer ran on TV for about a week. For 93,000 people who subscribe to cable via the Dish Network, it ran on Lost last Wednesday night, costing me about $75. The total number of estimated viewers of the ad according to Google was ~700,000 and the total cost for the whole campaign was ~$800, an amount which I can afford thanks to a grant I got a little while ago. The rest of the grant will go to paying my rent and buying me food.

Remember, my inaugural reading for Midnight Picnic will be this Saturday, February 21 at KGB Bar. Bess is going to do something strange with my short stories, I'll read a little, and people will just hang around and drink. Books will be available.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

BOOKNOTES ON LARGEHEARTED BOY FOR MIDNIGHT PICNIC

Largehearted Boy posted my Book Notes essay (list of songs I listened to while writing the book) for Midnight Picnic. Read it here.

And Elizabeth Hand wrote about Midnight Picnic in the February issue of Fantasy and Science Fiction. Click here, scroll down.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

FAWLT

New issue of Fawlt is up. There's an excerpt from Strangelets, the now-on-hold novel that will one day be finished. And there's an interview with Alex Tse, the screenwriter of Watchmen.

READING SATURDAY NIGHT AT KGB

Reading from Midnight Picnic Saturday night at KGB Bar.

7 PM
85 East 4th St
free

The "release reading."

Come by.

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Midnight Picnic trailer on Galleycat.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

NIGHTMARE STORM

Terrifying sandstorm in Australia. Like something out of a nightmare. The quiet grinding sound of the car and the tinny noise of the radio make it even worse.



And oh god, the ending is creepy.

Friday, February 13, 2009

DREADFUL WEEK: OVER (+ BOOK TRAILER & MOVIE ODDS&ENDS)

This week sucked. I won't go into the reasons, but let's just say I'm getting seriously impatient and I gotta get the fuck out of this daily brain rot/jerk off situation.

But the Craigslist project was a lot of fun and kind of heartening. I kind of thought no one reading the Missed Connections would notice. But they did, and they played along and made it really interesting!

I'm running Fred's Midnight Picnic trailer on TV. You can do that via Google adwords. I don't think this will be profitable at all, but it's an experiment. I paid about $60 for it to run last night a couple times on BBC America and something called CHILLER. It also played on FX during Damages. I think it's going to run on some other channels tonight. It's a bid system, like buying a Facebook ad, and it only goes to homes where cable provider is the Dish Network. (Time Warner or RCN? Forget it.) Adwords estimates it was seen by about 50,000 people last night. I'll be surprised if one of them actually goes to wordriot.org (buy it from the publisher!) or amazon and actually purchases a copy. But hey, why not? I'm going broke anyway.

I read most of Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, then stopped. It's about a girl who really really wants to fuck. The writing isn't good and the plot drags.

This alleged murderess, unfortunately, is really "foxy." It also kind of sounds like all prosecution witnesses are just puritans and think she slept around too much.

Check out the amazing list of movies expected to be shown at Cannes:

Broken Embraces (Pedro Almodovar)
Antichrist (Lars Von Trier)
The White Ribbon (Michael Haneke)
Inglourious Basterds (Quentin Tarantino)
Bright Star (Jane Campion)
Taking Woodstock (Ang Lee)
The Limits of Control (Jim Jarmusch)
Forgiveness (Todd Solondz)
A Serious Man (Joel and Ethan Coen)
The Girlfriend Experience (Steven Soderbergh)
The Informant (Steven Soderbergh)
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (Terry Gilliam)
Ondine (Neil Jordan)
Agora (Alejandro Amenabar)
Looking For Eric (Ken Loach)
White Material (Claire Denis)
Enter the Void (Gaspar Noe)
Thirst (Park Chan-wook)
Face (Tsai Ming-liang)
Vengeance (Johnny To)
Nymph (Pen-ek Ratanaruang)
Mother (Bong Joon Ho)

WHAT THE FUCK? New movies by Park Chan-wook, Gaspar Noe, and Haneke, not to mention Tarantino, The Coens, Claire Denis, Soderbergh x2, Amenabar, and von Trier? And Solondz and Lee and Campion and Jarmusch? ALL AT ONCE? Does anyone want to pay for me to go? Really, does anyone? Park AND Noe??

There seems to be a bit of disappointment among internet types in response to the trailer for the Tarantino flick. Fascinating. I think it looks awesome, except maybe for Brad Pitt's vocal inflections in his introductory line.

Today I saw the new Friday the 13th remake. It's actually fucking good! A couple times it surprised the shit out of me. (For the record, I don't particularly like the original or any of the sequels I've seen.) The characters are actual characters and the movie is pretty funny. There's a ton of blood, a ton of naked girls, and some good decisions on the part of the writers. It is what it is and it does what it's supposed to do. Only one major problem... what is up with the premise... okay, Jason is killing teens to avenge the killing of his mother... who was killed by teens who she was trying to kill because they weren't paying attention when her son Jason went swimming, so he drowned. So... Jason died, right? But then he's alive as a child again at the beginning... and he grows up to be an adult... seems pretty alive... IS HE ALIVE OR UNDEAD OR WHAT? Early on, one guy says, "he came back" but do they mean he came back from the dead or he wasn't really dead? Whatever, the movie's fucking fun as fuck, go see it. Tomorrow I want to go see Gamorra.

"THE CRAIGSLIST MISSED CONNECTIONS STORIES" pt. 5 (of 5)

It's Craigslist Missed Connections week on this blog.

Each day, I posted four short installments of a story on Craigslist Missed Connections. The story is written in the form of Missed Connections posts.

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Today is the fifth and final day of Craigslist Missed Connections Week. Today's four CL posts are below.

(Read Monday's, Tuesday's, Wednesday's, and Thursday's installments for earlier posts in the story.)

The email responses continue, especially to posts written by female characters.

In slash fiction today, we have this. (Screenshot.)

Here are today's installments written by me.

You Didn't Want Me, And I Didn't Want That Other Person Who Did Want Me - w4m - 25 (east village)



You Just Snuck Out of My Bedroom While You Thought I Was Asleep - w4m (my bedroom)



Gorilla – m4g – 29 (UES)



MC w/ Beautiful Silent Patient – m4w – 36 (the ER)

Thursday, February 12, 2009

WRONGFRED MADE A BOOK TRAILER FOR MIDNIGHT PICNIC

In the fall right before the December release date of Midnight Picnic, wrongfred made this creepy book trailer.


Midnight Picnic by Nick Antosca (a book trailer) from brothercyst on Vimeo.

Ian, btw, I didn't delete the other comments on this post. (The book's coming!) I had to repost the whole thing because the embed code for the trailer wasn't working.

"THE CRAIGSLIST MISSED CONNECTIONS STORIES" pt. 4

It's Craigslist Missed Connections Week on this blog.

Each day this week, I will post four short installments of a story on Craigslist Missed Connections. The story is written in the form of Missed Connections posts.

Of unrelated interest today is the history of the 1st Theremin Concert for Aliens.


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Today is the fourth day of Craigslist Missed Connections Week. Today's four CL posts are below.

(Read Monday's, Tuesday's, and Wednesday's installments for earlier posts in the story.)

Also, a selection of posts not written by me:

-This guy scolds one character. (screenshot)

-Eye patch guys sacrifices his dignity to get laid. (screenshot)

-And a number of people, like this one, put it together. (screenshot)

Interestingly, the first of today's posts below has gotten more email response than any of the others so far.

You Left Your Creepy Email on the Library Computer - w4m - 18 (bk)



I Watched You Watching the Models - m4x - 29 (Tribeca)




you love your dogbaby and it's sweet - 25 - m4w (UWS)



I Enjoyed Watching You Fail - m4m - 34 (Soho)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

"THE CRAIGSLIST MISSED CONNECTIONS STORIES" pt. 3

It's Craigslist Missed Connections Week on this blog.

Each day this week, I will post four short installments of a story on Craigslist Missed Connections. The story is written in the form of Missed Connections posts.

Today as a bonus let's look at some agreeably emphatic interview quotes from Lady GaGa
, who I've increasingly come to believe is some sort of genius. "Russian roulette is not the same without a gun/and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun." Come on! Who loves pop music?

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Today's four CL posts are below.

(Read Monday's and Tuesday's installments for "background" as it were.)

I've continued to get a bunch of emails from people replying to the posts themselves. They range from men hitting on the "female" posters to men expressing opinions to the effect of "that's what you get for being a slut, bitch."

The best one was from the woman who asked "Who's your gynecologist?" I'm impressed by that woman.

Also, posts started showing up Tuesday afternoon that appear to be written by a person or persons playing along with the story and writing installments of their own. Good job, person or persons! Here is post one and here is post two. (And here are the screenshots.) They're describing a person/character like the pale roommate in the story who sits alone and reads at Bar Veloce. I didn't write these.

Wait, even better, updating the draft of this post with another one. (Screenshot.)

Oh and I like the polygamists one. (Screenshot.)

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Here are today's posts that I did write:

mc w/ the no-legged man who lived in the hole - m4m - 28 (bushwick)





U R lame - w4m - 22 (ur bed)




Strange Conductor - w4m - 22 (Cortland St. station)



Sociopathic Eyepatch Guy, I Am Intrigued - m4m - 31 (think coffee)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

POPMATTERS REVIEW

Of Midnight Picnic by Nick Antosca.

"THE CRAIGSLIST MISSED CONNECTIONS STORIES" pt. 2

It's Craigslist Missed Connections Week on this blog.

Each day this week, I will post four short installments of a story on Craigslist Missed Connections. The story is written in the form of Missed Connections posts.

And today's special random bonus link (courtesy Alex Remington) is audio of Barack Obama saying, "You ain't my bitch, nigga. Buy your own damn fries," and other colorful things.

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Today is the second day of Craigslist Missed Connections Week. Today's four CL posts are below.

Read Monday's post for the first four.)

One thing I didn't really think about (fair, this was not a meticulously planned project) was how many people would respond by email to the posts even though they were obviously not the intended recipients. Many thanked the poster for entertaining them ("you can't write fiction this entertaining!" was one response to the gynecologist post below) while others send suave or shirtless pictures of themselves and ask the (ostensibly female) poster out for coffee. Also things like "what the fuck have u been smoking? lol youre seriously deranged" Then there are posts like this.

In any case, here are today's:

You Were My Gynecologist - w4m - 24 (Midtown)



Horrorface on 2 Train - m4m - 27 (Chambers)


Famous Artist, I Saw You With Your "Woman" - 29 (in the night)



MC With Frustrating Girl-Roommates - m4ww - 25 (our apt)


Monday, February 09, 2009

"THE CRAIGSLIST MISSED CONNECTIONS STORIES" pt. 1


It's Craigslist Missed Connections Week on this blog.


Each day this week, I will post four short installments of a story on Craigslist Missed Connections. The story is written in the form of Missed Connections posts.

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Craigslist has been a useful resource for me in the three and a half years I've lived in New York.

I've used Craigslist to get a bed, a bookshelf, a job, an apartment, dates, buyers for things I wanted to sell, entertainment (mostly from "Best Of"), information both functional and sociological, and probably other things I'm forgetting now. The most interesting things on Craigslist are the Missed Connections, though. An acquaintance from college was obsessed with the Missed Connections and mentioned them to me a while back; after that I started looking at them pretty regularly. In two cases I saw posts that described me; in one of those cases I responded to the post and met the person in real life.

Fiction published online doesn't have much of a readership (although there are many excellent fiction sites). Sometimes I don't feel like submitting stories by email to places that will takes six months to read them and maybe not even email me back. For fun I decided to write a short story in the form of Craigslist Missed Connections. And just publish it piece by piece on Craigslist Missed Connections. So I wrote it this weekend and I'm posting it this week.

The stories will not be posted in "real time" (the timespan of the plot is more than a week anyway). I will just do four posts a day for the rest of this week. Some will be stand-alone posts, others will be part of a larger narrative.

I'll link to the posts here, and I'll also take a screenshot of each one and post it, since they'll probably be flagged and taken down, or something, which is both fine and to be expected.

Here are the first four.

L train Sunday night, glance(s) w/ handsome pirate
- w4m - 26 (L train)




Eye Patch Guy at Think Coffee - w4m - 21 (Think Coffee)





Girl Who Dreamed About Wires and Fingers - m4w - 25 (Financial District)





Businessman with the Flesh Cabinet - m4m - 34 (Midtown)


Saturday, February 07, 2009

REALLY?

I saw Slumdog Millionaire and Push in the last twenty-four hours. I liked both... but I liked Push a lot more.

Also, I tried to re-listen to the Bat Segundo interview with me that was posted the other day, and I realized that I'm exhausting to listen to in the way I speak rapidly and haltingly at the same time, stumble over thoughts, start new sentences without finishing old ones, and say ummm and you know constantly. Barack Obama, I'm not.

Amazon is already temporarily sold out of its Midnight Picnic copies as of yesterday. Good. Remember, buy directly from the publisher.

"DOS PERROS, BLANCO Y NEGRO"



I'm so fucking jealous of my dad right now, and it's not a Freudian thing. He's spending a month at his friend/student's house in Mexico. His friend/student isn't there, though. It's just my dad hanging out at this amazing house with some dogs and a swimming pool in beautiful weather, and writing music. Not the normal Antosca lifestyle. Every day or two, I get .jpg photos in my email with the hyperreal dream-like quality of the ones above and below this paragraph. Sometimes of the dogs, sometimes of strange birds or particularly vivid flowers, sometimes of the swimming pool, sometimes of food. I am so goddamn jealous. Forget a cabin in the woods, I want to go stay at this place in Mexico.

Friday, February 06, 2009

GET ME OUT OF HERE


There's this incredible feeling of enraged restlessness that I'm sure has something to do with having just come back from California to a cold, grey place. More particularly, I don't want to be where I am right now, sitting where I am sitting, looking at what I am looking at, expected to do what I am expected to do. I have got to get out of here. Worse, I have a sore throat. I hate sore throats. That reminds me I once saw a clip of a pornographic movie called Sore Throats that made me never want to watch porn again. I'm eating lozenges. Last night I fell asleep way too early--I can't believe how early I fell asleep. I read a short story by James Salter and another one by George Saunders. Does my last name sound Italian or something else, like Romanian?

BAT SEGUNDO INTERVIEW BY ED CHAMPION

There's a long audio interview with me about Midnight Picnic up at The Bat Segundo Show, click here. We did this interview earlier in the winter, right before the original release date. It's quite long (and there's an odd preface). We're in a sushi restaurant. There's a lot of uhhhhmms and you knows. I sound a little confused/nonsensical, I think.

Listen to the interview... then buy Midnight Picnic from the publisher (not Amazon!).

If you're not familiar with The Bat Segundo Show, you should maybe get familiar with it. Ed just brings his recording equipment and sits down with authors for interviews that are long, strange, comprehensive, and uncut. Archives are here. They include Bret Easton Ellis, David Lynch, Martin Amis, Charlie Kaufman, Neal Stephenson, Marilynne Robinson, Ethan Canin, Tao Lin, Grandmaster Flash, Richard Price, George Saunders, Richard Ford, Kelly Link, Mark Z. Danielewski, Jonathan Safran Foer, John Updike and 100+ others, so basically many of my favorite living authors.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

TIME TRAVEL / MOBYLIVES INTERVIEW

I just traveled from summer to winter in four and a half hours. So cold in New York. So trite to say so. God, California was beautiful. After reading Helter Skelter, the song "Come Together" seems to be specifically about Charles Manson.

***Tao Lin interviewed me about Midnight Picnic for Mobylives.***

***Here is a permanent page on the Word Riot website where you can order Midnight Picnic.***

LATER: I posted the above paragraphs at 7 AM this morning after getting home from an all-night flight. I'm still wide awake. Sleep is a fucking plague. I can't afford that shit right now. I've got to stay up at least another five hours working. And don't even get me started on stuff I want to read. Or human beings I want to interact with. Yeah, forget about that.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

LOS ANGELES



I'm in Los Angeles. It's sunny and surreal in that spaced-out L.A. way. Click to embiggen the above picture if you want to see the nude mannequins and me in the rearview mirror. More on this later.

There's a fucking snowstorm in New York right now, HA HA HA HA HA.