Apologies for being down and out for the count. Back in the day, we made the mistake of registering our domain with Network Solutions and it took several angry words to explain to the unhelpful little bastard on the phone that we had been screwed over by his company and that the company itself hadn’t bothered to send us any notice that we hadn’t renewed this domain. So if you emailed us lately, we didn’t get it. (Of course, our backlog and response rate is so embarassing that we apologize for this too.)

And while we’re at it, we’ve got to stop using first person plural. Last we heard, we hadn’t been coronated by anyone. And in fact, the last time we played checkers, we recall very clearly never being crowned once.

All this is to say that we apologize for the delay and we offer a return to ferreting out the finest literary news of our time.

Apparently, your blog can now be turned into a PDF book.

Guy mails camera through postal service, guy instructs USPS workers to take pictures. To guy’s surprise, postal workers fulfill their end of a nutty Faustian bargain. There’s even a cameramail schematic to boot if you’d like to try this experiment yourself.

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A Soul Apart
A Ryder Rental
Plimpton’s Enigma
Won’t Sell Out
George is Holding on Line Five
Revue Review
Lit My Fire
Lit Me Darkly
Lit Me Beer Me Seduce Me
Literary Merlot
Tales for George
Tower of Richard Powers
Surrender, Dorothy Parker
Bridgid’s Bitchin’ New Mag
Hughes & Plimpton: Together Again
The Peoria Review
The Paris Review Review
Melt My Tallow
The Disbeliever
The Atlantic’s Remains
Kiss Me, Short Story
Do What You Like
Do Like You Do
Mr. Do’s Literary Castle
Slush Puppy Pile
Form Acceptance Letter
We Put the Ink in Slink
SweecMeeney’s
Quarterly Schmarterly
A Public Bus Shelter
A Public Telephone
A Public Television Pledge Drive
We Pay Writers, They Don’t
Playstory
A Private Cache
A Private Privacy
A Public Privacy
A Public Space