My friend Andrew Worthington mailed me an advanced review copy of his first novel ‘Walls’ on May 11th, 2014, along with a $5 check to pay me back for a gin and tonic I bought him when I was visiting New York the previous month. He asked me for a blurb to put on the back of the book. I obliged after reading the novel and enjoying it, but then I realized that writing blurbs is a terrifying nightmare and I suddenly felt completely incapable of writing one. Anyways, here are the blurbs I ended up writing:
If you feel positively about even one of these things: sex, drugs, happiness, the laughter of small children, bacon, cashmere, any disney movie, efforts to reverse global warming, adorable animals, then you will LOVE Walls by Andrew Worthington.
I once heard a story about Andrew Worthington secretly putting orange juice in guacamole because he thought it would taste good, but then the guacamole just tasted like orange juice and it was bad. He didn’t do anything like that with this book.
One time I bought Andrew Worthington a drink, then I moved across the country and he mailed me a $5 check to cover the cost of the drink, which was $8.
One time Andrew Worthington brought blood sausage to a rooftop barbecue and I ate it because I felt bad that nobody else was eating it.
Andrew Worthington looks a lot like Dermot Mulroney, who is an actor that I didn’t know about at all until someone told me Andrew Worthington looks like him.
An engrossing book and one that is often difficult to swallow, emotionally. Ultimately redemptive, uplifting, great characterization. Well done. -An Amazon customer review for Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
Ultimately, none of my blurbs were used to promote Andrew’s book. Which I think was a really smart decision on behalf of Andrew and/or his publisher.
After all my blurbs were rejected, I offered to interview Andrew instead. It took us ~1.5 months and 52 emails before we finally sat down and had a Gchat conversation. Which, by the way, has nothing to do with Andrew, who is very reliable. It is entirely due to me constantly forgetting to respond to his emails for multiple weeks.
The following is my conversation with Andrew Worthington, author of Walls, which is available now via Civil Coping Mechanisms.
laughing at this insane fucking intro by mira
— Mira Gonzalez, I Will Never Be Beautiful Enough to Make Us Beautiful Together (via quoted-books)
Welcome to Week 4 of What Would Twitter Do? in which ten of my favorite people on Twitter talk about their Twitter philosophies, their do’s and don’ts, and what they make of the medium in general. This week I speak with the poet Mira Gonzalez (@miragonz) who was born in 1992 in Los Angeles. She is the author of I Will Never Be Beautiful Enough To Make Us Beautiful Together (Sorry House, 2013) and her tweets and her poetry share a world: drugs, sex, loneliness, laziness, recklessness, self-loathing—she writes about these things in an extremely humourous and warm manner.
I wasn’t sure to what extent her performance on Twitter was just that, so was surprised when (asking her to contribute to a book I was putting together) her email reply was prompt, professional, incredibly polite—the opposite of what I would have expected from how she appeared online. It seemed we were suddenly living in a strange and backwards world, where a person’s public persona might be scattered and dissolute, and their private persona, professional and straight. A recent popular tweet of hers: “’success is the best revenge’ seems horrifying. id much rather just egg someones house or something.”
Her feed is brilliantly open, spontaneous, artful and unabashed. I was eager to speak to Mira for this series.
- Sheila Heti
w (possible) special guest readers chelsea martin, jordan castro, tao lin, etc.
*start puttin’ yr order together now. i don’t mind bein’ the “kill” person. there’s emotion in that.
(and before you start sub-tweetin’ or sub-bloggin’ how ‘fake’ ppl are, remember there isn’t one not-fake person alive, esp on the internet, and we know you on the internet if you readin this so. check. and mate. homey.)