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Once I tried to sneak into an R-rated movie. Ironically it was Mel Gibson’s Passion of The Christ. But it turned out it was playing in another wing of the theater. The ushers didn’t care, and I could have snuck into Eurotrip instead, but I decided to flee the theater in my shame. I ended up getting stuck in an emergency stairwell for two hours because I was afraid to go through a door marked as alarmed. It turned out the door (which was not alarmed) opened into the lobby of the neighboring Marriot, and I staggered out into the night. It was then I realized I would have to be good because I had no aptitude for badness. In later years this would bring me crawling to the church.

General enquiries, hate mail, and proposals of marriage can be sent to Incanto 32 at yahoo dot com [no spaces]. You spambots ain’t getting sent a pizza roll; I do not need solar paneling for the house I don’t own.

Or you can contact my publisher at Unbridled Books.

the novel

prose and verse

Navajo JoeOf course, I hope to sell my short stories and actually make money; but I’m sitting on enough, I can afford to give this one away. It’s old but, I think, a good one.

Huck Finn: The Lost ChapterLawks, this dates to high school. The assignment was to satirize something in the spirit of Huck Finn; aping the style was my call. I chose to satirize satire.

Sanditon: Or The BrothersMy abortive attempt to finish Jane Austen’s Sanditon.

Against ProserpinaMy response to Swinburne’s ‘Hymn to Proserpina.’

The Steel Reserve SongAn ode to Steel Reserve High Gravity lager. Contact me for the tablature. Yes Mom, I know you’re reading this. (Co-written with Gabe Jouard.)

essays

graffiti

Anxiety in Shakespearean TragedyDates to the Cambrian period of my junior year of college; but explains, I think, a lot about my novel Taroko Gorge.

From Northanger Abbey to Mansfield ParkI’m taking Jane Austen back for the menfolk. All you women have done for the past two hundred years was moon over the size of Mr. Darcy’s cravat.

The Dr. Sexx ColumnsThe sex column (or rather the satirical, life-hating, anti-sex column) I wrote for my college newspaper. [College Name] excised because I loathed my college and don’t want them to get accidental publicity from anything I do.

on tour

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Reading & Booksigning w/ Jacob Ritari (double bill w/ Deborah Schupack)
Wednesday, August 4 at 7pm
Newtonville Books
296 Walnut Street
Newton, MA
www.newtonvillebooks.com

To schedule an event, please contact Rich Rennicks at rich@unbridledbooks.com or 888-732-3822 ext. 108.

“It was intelligence and nothing else that had to be opposed;
which is presumably why I, who had the job, was armed with an immense intelligence.” —Kierkegaard