Apparently the reading-tour diary is a thing, at least over at the mysteriously respected HTML GIANT. Why these young authors thought recording every banal detail of a reading tour would interest people in their literary works is beyond me. Personally, I have filed all parties involved under NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY as a result. Here’s a sample passage:
Brooklyn: We stayed with my sister, Bridget, who showed us around Bed-Sty. We went day drinking at a place called Pearl’s because I told her that I wanted to do whatever she would normally do on a day off. I had two greyhounds and got a little tipsy, wanting to rap Plastic Little songs, so Bridget made me a chicken sandwich before we headed over to Mellow Pages, which is a really cute space. Eric Nelson, our host, wore a Tupac durag, and played ‘We Fly High’ by Jim Jones, and then I asked him to play the remix with Juelz Santana. I was super happy to read again with Jess Dutschmann, and to meet Laura Marie Marciano. Beach Sloth phoned-in on Laura’s phone a set about snowballs and the solar system. Got to meet Elizabeth Foster, Tiffany Wines, Alice Atlas, and Stephen Tully Dierks and they are all really rad. We went out after the show because we wanted to dance and Bridget took us to a noisy, crowded club where every song sounded like 2 Chainz. Elizabeth told me he wanted to come down to Philly and I told him bus tickets were cheap so he bought a cheap bus ticket.
If that’s not torturous (or “rad”) enough you can watch the author (Alexandra Naughton) roll her eyes in world-weariness while she inflects every other sentence like it’s a question here. Have fun?
In other news, here are two writer bios that I came across recently at another online publication (I left the names out, but otherwise they are verbatim):
[writer x] is a mestíza born and raised in the California Central Valley.
[writer Y] is a Pinay poet, writer and educator born and raised in San Jose, CA.
Question: When did we convince a younger generation of writers that their race/gender was their most valuable asset, so much so that it’s the first detail offered in their bios? I try to keep my posts here in the realm of the literary rather than the political (yeah yeah all art is politics, etc. — yawn), so I’ll spare you my rant about how I think this sort of thing is emblematic of a broader political failure. But I’m curious to know if others have noticed this trend and what you think of it.