Forgive the seeming Tourette's Syndrome, but that's postmodernism for ya...
Today I received my contributor copies of the fiction/non-fiction anthology Fucking Daphne (warning: cover image behind this link may not be safe for work!), edited by San Francisco performance poet Daphne Gottlieb.
The anthology has an interesting history — the germ of the idea began when Daphne got a call congratulating her: she was to appear in the annual anthology Best American Erotica. However, she doesn't write erotica. She was told she'd be appearing as a character in someone else's story. Then two other authors also happen to write stories featuring Daphne as a sexualized character of some sort. So, an anthology was born. My own piece, "Globalization: A Fuck Story" is an experimental work about the sex toy import-export trade and sweatshops. (And also fucking Daphne.)
The first publisher to accept the anthology later killed the title because the stories weren't "sexy" — instead many were postmodern ruminations on identity and sexuality and often had surreal or fantastical elements. Luckily, Seal Press quickly picked up the book despite exclusively publishing non-fiction and women writers. (Just under half the contributors to Fucking Daphne are male; many of the stories are fiction or at least have fictional elements.)
Anyway, check it out if you're pomo-minded, dirty-minded, or both.
1 comment:
always fun to see what you're up to.
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