We couldn't agree more 👇 The terrifying mouth of the cosmic universe is very balmy this time of year.
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A hearty happy National Librarian Day to Diachro author @iangoodale.bsky.social—guarding the stacks at UT Austin—whose genre-defying, absurdist novella will be joining Diachro’s cast of weirdos later this year!
“Artists are nourished by each other more than by fame or by the public, I’ve always thought. To give one’s work to the world is an experience of peculiar emptiness. The work goes away from the artist into a void, like a message stuck into a bottle and flung into the sea.”
— Joyce Johnson
Yes, this is real.
Downloading books on Libby and marveling, as ever, about this unique and glorious service offering.
No ads! No popups! No subscriptions!
Photo of a Trans Day of Visibility book display
Put up a quick Trans Day of Visibility book display!
Happy Trans Day of Visibility! Shoutout to all my trans friends/family. Keep creating fearlessly.
Ohhh this sounds great! Gonna check it out.
William Butler Yeats gazing in the direction of Bethlehem:
Did we mention get ready for so much carrot content in our feed?? All in honour of Beatriz Seelaender's wild ride of a veggie murder mystery, The Girl Who Was Tuesday. Out June!
RIP English writer Virginia Woolf, died this day 1941.
“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
“The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.”
London folks! Meet THE Joe Butler at Horrified Con this weekend. Along with his Diachro release "Imperfect Creatures", you can grab his other excellent mind-bending novels 😵💫
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An image of five chopped carrots that look like fingers on a pale yellow background. The text reads: He said I'd been found dead in my flat after the neighbours smelled gas from the stove. I told him that made no sense, for I was alive. And he was like, 'You don't say,' and I felt undermined for someone who had just miraculously resuscitated herself, but whatever.
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Review 'The Girl Who Was Tuesday' by Beatriz Seelaender.
For fans of: the London Underground / coded games of chess / The Man Who Was Thursday / absurdist comedy / Jekyll and Hyde syndrome / Oona Out of Order / Severance / bizarro whodunnits
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Please send me poems. Weird. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. Have fun with language. Put something strange in it. I don't know. Send me cool shit to read and maybe publish as a postcard.
A very simply drawn cartoon of a very round and green smiling frog squatting down and holding a ouija board. The background is blue and the text reads ‘fuck ChatGPT. I’m asking ghosts’
Mood for 2026, (the artist is Ainsley Drew, on Instagram)
In some NEWS, we have a brand-new book for you all to get hyped for 📖💥
The Girl Who Was Tuesday by Beatriz Seelaender is a chaotic meditation on autonomy, and individuality set against a veggie-based murder mystery. It's quirky, original, and a little bit batshit.
Time to put your best depressive self forward!
Concur!
Congrats to Diachro author Joe Butler–novelist and now screenwriter—on this next exciting project!! 📽️
Poem in the Shape of the Poet Beating Henry Kissinger to Death with Their Bare Hands by Felix
One box of ca. 1900 J. M. Dent titles and one of 1990s children's books, so I'm bouncing back and forth between Stodgy Antiquarian Voice and Enthusiastically Avuncular Voice in my catalogue description writing and it's exhausting.
Amazing!
I knew Canada was expensive for all things, but running a small publishing project out of Canada and trying to sell INSIDE Canada still has been shockingly expensive. It's wild.
oh my god, we're in love! Rootbeer! What a name.
thinking about the time my scandalized southern baptist grandmother heard little rax go ‘oh my god’ and told me ‘it’s not nice to say oh my god. we say oh my goodness.’ thinking about that as i write this essay about pornography
Great cover!! Sounds aces.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold and I am a mushroom. My gills expand, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough strands of a mycelium network. She must have transformed into spores and floated out the window with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping
Congrats on the Queen Mary longlisting! Read the blurb for your book in the announcement and IMMEDIATELY ordered a copy.