The Best Alt Lit Stories of 2012 by Various Artists
never seen before.
Chiem survives a car crash. This is good. Cars are evil metallic creatures. A
hospital experience comes forth. From the hospital an entire family is
summoned. Reading how the car crashed re-affirms my simultaneous awe and fear
of cars. I like the approach for the Halloween party. The ability to handle the
accident in a rather strange way is definitely a positive feeling. Rather than
simplicity let the event or accident define, one can define what occurs around
Madsen writes about a lovely young bored couple. Dilan manages to get himself
excited talking about possessions. Amelia looks at the freckles on her hand.
While he talks in frenzy she calmly figures out a way to remove freckles from
her hand. Neither person dies. These are minor problems in a larger world.
Donahoo gets into my head. This is a scary story. Everything depicts the dull
Zen of office work. Dull Zen is the best emotion. It stems from the simple,
repetitive tasks commonly referred to as work. People pay Abigail money to be
bored at work. Parts of her life come really close to home for me. When one has
a poetry blog there are few they can tell about it. Writing anonymously in a
blog becomes a subversive, secretive act; a celebration of all one wants which
is too far away.
a 13 year old experience. Her clothing never fits. I had that living the ‘hand-me-down’
lifestyle. More people live this way than one could ever imagine. The sweet
creepiness of Mister Dean is quite nice along with very slight pieces of
foreshadowing. ‘Suzy Qs’ are the problem of a poor girl named Tinkerbell. Her
mother doesn’t understand. No one understands Tinkerbell as she goes to the
pond to search for remnants of things that disappeared long ago.
Shaw fakes her death for insurance money. Just kidding, she’s a
twenty-something, like most twenty-somethings, she is probably more in debt
than a normal human being. The twenties is the overrated part of one’s life.
Everything else seems about right. But the twenties, that’s a gruesome,
grueling, never-ending saga of poverty and boredom. If one had the ability to
go to one’s funeral it would sound like this. After reading this I realize I need
to make a MIX CD for my death. I refuse to have sub-par music at my funeral.
Play harsh abrasive music way too loudly at my funeral because to be alive is
Midwest. Destructive weather makes everyone calm. Rather than worry about the
Tornadoes they make small talk. A sense of space comes up with Oklahoma.
Everything is far away. Little details (such as the cats, random mentions of
Israel, and a skunk mailbox) make it feel folksy. Wonder how folksy people act.
Observing down to Earth people seems nice. Wish I could do it more often. Feel
they would probably ‘feed me’.
Inscoe knows love will exist at the end of the world. When the sky bleeds out
into the ocean and the tumbleweeds have been eradicated, remember everybody you
love. You’ll all be going through the same thing together. As long as the
internet holds up it will create a giant Wi-Fi cloud that can suck up our souls
and protect them forever. Heaven has the ultimate internet connection. With God
the wireless signal is always strong.
digs holes and fills them with soil. This is his goal in life: to dig holes and
fill them with soil. It is a slow life. Somehow he slows down time. Nothing
moves quickly. To slow things down even more he avoids any heavy thoughts. Most
of the story is him alone. With distance people are easily to deal with but
near people ‘Larissa’ he grows sad. Intimacy is scary.
Boyle gets vulnerable with the reader. Childhood is dissected and shown to the
reader. First she shows the class charms of faces and calls them ‘tiny people’
saying they are ‘special’. Show and tell is the product of a bourgeois society.
People talk to her as a child asking why she wasn’t paying attention. I
remember those many, many talks. Nicholas Cage is an attractive actor. Who isn’t
a little attracted to Hollywood’s #1 Hulk? Acting is tough. Acting on the
internet is easier though. No spinning is necessary on the internet, only in
this collection bunches. Think this is the definitive alt lit collection of
2012 probably. I’m excited to see Alt Lit Gossip getting into the literary magazine