GERMAN EDITION COMING SOON! There's a massively long, obviously Teutonic address, but for starters, just click onto Amazon's German site: http://www.amazon.de -- and then enter "Rachel Resnick" -- and the German translation of GO WEST...will come up. The new title is: Wo, bitte, geht's nach Hollywood? With "Go West Young Fucked-Up Chick" below. No asterisk for those bold Germans!!! Even though I studied a bit of German in college, I sucked and had to drop out -- so I can't quite get the title. Seems colloquial. Something like, "Where, please, is Hollywood?" If anyone knows the right translation, let me know! Haven't gotten a copy yet, but will tell you when I do. The cover looks great. That dreamy hyper-saturated psychotropic skyblue heats up into a candyapple-red glaze!
Upcoming reading:
Monday, June 19th in San Francisco, reading at The Booksmith in the Haight, 1644 Haight Street. 7pm. This groovy bookstore has the unique offering of author trading cards -- surreal! Supposedly they did some of Yours Truly -- hard to imagine. Wonder if they get as much play as the Serial Killers Trading Cards?
Earlier on Monday, June 19th in San Francisco, there'll be a live interview streamed onto www.playtv.com at 3pm on "The Alex Bennett Show" -- San Fran's answer to Howard Stern. Check it out!
Another upcoming reading, last chance in L.A.!:
Tuesday, June 27th in Santa Monica, reading at the Barnes & Noble, 3rd St. Promenade, at 7pm with Carol Wolper, author of THE CIGARETTE GIRL (which coincidentally I reviewed for the LA Times Book Review -- see ARTICLES at left).
"The Meat-Eaters of Marrakesh," short story, will be coming out in CHELSEA magazine this month.
ANOTHER NEWSFLASH: On June 25th, I did the "Mark Ebner Show" for Comedy World -- online radio. Click on audio and listen in to the archived show! Steamy, stumbling, and nary a mention of the written word, it was an experience. Luckily Playboy Channel's Sexcetera Extreme Sex journalist Susanna Breslin (all 6'2" of her) was there picking up the...slack.
Hello!
[I figure if I affix an exclamation point, the words'll penetrate cyber-fabric and worm their way into your inner ears, right? Exclamation points as reality sabers, prose pin-prickers, cyber cables linking computerland to physical dreamland. Or maybe they don't do fuck all!]
Quick update here, rather than let the old spuds molder. Crazy-busy. Lots o' journalism been coming my way in midst of book-writing jags. Juicing the old prose channels.
HELL'S ANGELS -- HELLBROTH OF HUMANITY?
Almost joined Sonny Barger and the Hell's Angels for part of their recent Route 66 book tour/run to celebrate Sonny's just-published autobio (done with Zimmerman twins of Johnny Rotten book fame) -- almost sold the LA Times Magazine on it, but the committee sunk it). Would've done gonza-style -- using Hunter Thompson's classic as my guide, divining rod, hog meter and golden rule. See how things've changed, or not. Would've driven the cherry red metallic Dakota-steed and worn greezy jeans. But that dream's vanished for now. Did meet them in Venice at Beyond Baroque.
A sight to behold, them roaring up on hogs, parking them on lush lawn (though instead of 400, there were about 20, tops), Sonny a tanned charmer even with his throat patch where he speaks in soft distorted tones by pressing a white eerily flapping bandage -- makes you think twice about yer usual hells-a-popping literary reading, that's fer sher. Even if the fiery anus was tempered with the years and no lobotomy eyes anywhere, just a lot of Venetian bohemes with Gap leather jeans mixed with grizzled MC diehards, a stray Mongol, a Vietnam Vets contingent, and a sprinkling of leathery biker chicks -- one with a missing leg who crutched in on a six foot tall gnarled bit of what looked like cypress root. No public cunnilingus, no blow jobs at the signing table, no mayhem, no busted heads, just glad-handing and lots o' signing and a modest little intro by a gray-looking narrow-shouldered Dennis Hopper. Then they were gone, with a quiet burst of dirty thunder.
ROCKING THE TIN HOUSE
Just hired as consulting editor on a special fall issue of Tin House magazine on Hollywood and the interesection of film and lit (whatever the hell that means -- we're making it up as we go along). In the thick of brainstorming and assigning.
Got Jerry Stahl on board. He's going to tell Ann Magunuson all about how much fun it is to see your own horrible life up there in celluloid and ten feet high! And star poet Jeffrey McDaniel cooking up an original essay on how poets have been portrayed in films through the years, with fun categories like, Berets & Beards, Alcoholism & Dysfunction, etc. And gung-ho on snagging Alison McLean, director of the forthcoming "Jesus' Son" based on the fantabulous Denis Johnson collection of short stories by the same name -- easily one of the best collections of last couple decades. Then there's the mysterious Situationist-guru Norman Klein (HISTORY OF FORGETTING) who's going to draw up some imaginary psycho-geographic maps of LA based on cinematic images and LA literature's attempts to arrive at legibility. Of LA? Of the brain? Of our collective imaginings? Promises to be brain-twisting and soul-titillating.
More on Tin House as it clops along toward a shiny, neon autumnal birth.
BARCELONA REVIEW GIVES RAVE TO GO WEST...!
Also, my buds over at www.BarcelonaReview.com just reviewed GO WEST...in their Contemporary Fiction section -- and gave it a full-on hosanna!!! Love those Catalan cowboys and cowgirls!
THE BOOK LA, LIKE A GARDEN IN YOUR POCKET -- HUH?
Spent the last month jamming on this quotes piece on women and power for forthcoming The Book LA (www.thebookla.com) featuring women like: Gabby Reece; Maria Martos, a busdriver; Carrie Fisher; Triana Silton (who organized Justice for Janitors strike); Heather Graham; Ellyn Maybe, poet; an anonymous waitress, a little person actress, a seasoned contortionist, and many more! Was supposed to be out in May, but that ain't so. Should be soon and I'll keep you posted. Had to show my verbal muscle in a big way throughout the grueling editorial process. But all worth it! Right?
LATER DAYS as Eddie Little would sign off before he went home to the slammer...
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Sayonara from Topanga,
Rachel
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