At this year’s AWP conference, Melissa Reddish will be at our table signing books! Stop by table number 548-T on Friday, February 10th from 2:00pm to 3:00pm. Melissa will be signing copies of her Conium Press novella, Girl & Flame. You can also catch her and other Conium Press authors at our offsite reading on Thursday, February 9th at Bar Louie.
Melissa Reddish recently wrote a piece for Monkeybicycle‘s “If My Book” series–where authors compare their new books to strange things.
Melissa says “If Girl and Flame were a love letter, it would be addressed to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, Joan Jett, Garbage, Fiona Apple, Joan Didion, Margaret Atwood, and my mom.” We couldn’t agree more. Dig deeper into Melissa’s comparative interpretation of her novella here.
An excerpt from Melissa Reddish’s Girl & Flame: A Novella has been published at Fiction Advocate. The excerpt, “After the Fire,” contains the first three section from Melissa’s novella-in-flashes, out now from Conium Press. If you like what you read at Fiction Advocate, pick up a copy of Melissa’s book from our website or on Amazon.
Melissa Reddish’s novella, Girl & Flame, came out earlier this week. Through August 31st, we’ll be running a Goodreads Giveaway for her new book! As a special bonus, winners of the Goodreads Giveaway will also receive a complimentary copy of Brian Philip Whalen’s limited-run micro-chapbook, And It Will Be Called the Highway of Holiness.
Click here to enter for a chance to win one of five free copies available. Girl & Flame is an formally innovative novella that chronicle’s a woman’s search for self and understanding after her father, brother, and lover are consumed in a devastating fire. Sarah Rose Etter, author of Tongue Party, says “Reddish’s prose dazzles and burns. It’s a fire that’s impossible to ignore.” A reviewer for Sabotage Reviews calls the book “A daunting but dazzling blend of harsh reality and an eerie fantasy.”
The black jaguar, which was nobody’s favorite animal but the oldest one at the zoo, has died. It was a vague reminder of the darkness that will one day consume us all as it paced back and forth and back and forth and back and forth behind the iron fence. Nobody really liked watching it, but it was a kind of obligation toward our younger, more vulnerable selves. Not everything can be monkeys dangling from ropes and throwing feces. Not everything can be a big black bear scratching itself against a rock. Sometimes you have to take in a breath and hold it as long as you can. Sometimes you have to weep openly at the terror of unyielding credit card applications in the mail. There is no part of your body that you love.
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