So NAILED it is and all blog tour and such. So hit it. It just might change your life. Excerpt? Word.
NAILED: When was the last time you NAILED it?
BRADLEY: Well, we have been talking about sex and
desire, so why not go there, huh? Like 36 hours ago. Oh, wait did you
mean writing-wise? Well, I just turned in a manuscript to a publisher,
so that was sweet.
Showing posts with label Nailed Magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nailed Magazine. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
"One knock-out punch of a line after another." My Father's House gets NAILED. And likes it. A lot.
Big thanks to the John Barrios and the whole NAILED crew. And drinks on us, many, soon, somewhere, some how. Excerpt? Cool.
"To this reader, it feels as though a lesson is learned in every chapter. The narrator may not always understand what he is processing, but the reader has a deep sense of the working of the narrator’s mind. It is a good place to spend an afternoon. Ben Tanzer displays his ability to balance the darker moments of grief with a humble sense of humor. It is not only Tanzer’s sensitive wit, but the timing and delivery of his humor within the structure of the narrative, which helps ensure the impact of the more dramatic moments."
"To this reader, it feels as though a lesson is learned in every chapter. The narrator may not always understand what he is processing, but the reader has a deep sense of the working of the narrator’s mind. It is a good place to spend an afternoon. Ben Tanzer displays his ability to balance the darker moments of grief with a humble sense of humor. It is not only Tanzer’s sensitive wit, but the timing and delivery of his humor within the structure of the narrative, which helps ensure the impact of the more dramatic moments."
Friday, April 26, 2013
New joint. No Response. At the Nailed Magazine.
“I need to talk to you guys about something that happened on Friday,” I say as we walk to school on Monday morning.
I am holding Noah’s hand as Myles zips along beside us. I could have said something at breakfast as they wiped the sleep from their eyes and ate their cereal, but I didn’t know if they would go to school after that.
“There was a shooting at a school on Friday,” I say, “and Mommy and I want to be sure you hear about it from us and not someone else.”
No response.
“The important thing,” I continue, “is that it happened far away from here.”
I say this because we read that this is what you are supposed to say."
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