I will be representing the most excellent journal Quick Fiction in LITERARY DEATH MATCH III, the third installment of a new, competitive reading series, presented by Opium Magazine. I will be going head to head in a furious, violent, heady, orgiastic scrum of letters with representatives of McSweeney’s, Nerve, and Me Three. I am thirsty for blood, and I will take no prisoners.
The reading starts at 8:00pm on Monday. It’s at The Back Room, 102 Norfolk Street (between Delancey and Rivington). This horrifying, chilling spectacle, not for the faint of heart, is free.
More information, for the moment, is available at Sweet Fancy Moses, which, at the moment, refers to me a Thomas Hopkins representative. Which I’d like to think I am, always. Although if I think about it too much, I might have to start referring to myself in the third person, or the first person plural, or both, depending on context.
We at Thomas Hopkins would be delighted to see you there.