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Contemporary women writers on tour

The Wreckage of Reason II blog tour continues. The post Three Questions to Three Women Writers or Russians was retweeted this morning to 62,000 people via the #MondayBlogs. I guess that’s good. I haven’t started tweeting (despite my company name). I haven’t been convinced of the value of it for me at this time.

And during another stop on the tour, Alexandra Chasin reflects on Andrea Dworkin’s contributions to and advocacy of unconventional writing by women (and the conventions as constraints on thinking). I didn’t know, or had forgotten about, Dworkin’s stand on punctuation. The amazing thing is, I’ve been thinking about Dworkin a lot lately, considering re-reading her and others regarding the porn industry. (Why? Let’s just say I have a 14-year old son with internet access.) It always amazes me how just when I need something, it is so often brought to me by another woman writer.

This Literary Mothers, btw, is another Tumblr site I am now following.

What an amazing community. Have you enjoyed the stories in WORII yet? Have you posted your review?

Wreckage of Reason II: Back to the Drawing Board, is an anthology of experimental writing edited by Nava Renek. Wreckage of Reason is available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Powell’s, and other fine bookstores.

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TSP interviews writer Melanie Page

music writer, soundtrack
It goes to Eleven.

Melanie Page is the author of “Metal Eye Drifter,” a short story included in WORII: Back to the Drawing Board, An Anthology of Contemporary XXperimental Women Writers, edited by Nava Renek and Natalie Nuzzo. Her short fiction also appears in Paper Darts Volume 5, Necessary Fiction, and Corium Magazine.

Melanie is a graduate of the Notre Dame MFA program. She runs Grab the Lapels  and collaborates with authors to create unique posts for virtual book tours.

“Metal Eye Drifter” is about rock n roll, at one level at least, and if you know me, you know I love this topic. In my job as Senior Editor at the creative non-fiction literary magazine Under the Gum Tree, I take a special interest in the department we call “Soundtrack,” and I love to work with the writers in this category to get to the bottom of the stories they want to tell.  This is one of the reasons I was so excited to interview Melanie Page about her writing.

The way things go in May, of course, what with the culminating projects in academia and parenting responsibilities climaxing, etc., I never got around to meeting Melanie face to face over Google Chat or Skype as we planned on doing. But nevertheless, I found her answers to my questions posed via email to be fun to read. I hope you will too. I am very grateful for her taking time out of her busy schedule to have this “conversation” with me.

Robin Martin: “Metal Eye Drifter” is written in the second person point of view. You’ve written and published pieces in first person and third person as well, and seem to move easily among these points of view. What kind of conscious thought goes into deciding what point of view to write a particular story in? What do you think you gain in “Metal Eye Drifter” by inviting the reader in with this pronoun “you”? What is your favorite point of view to write in? What is your favorite point of view to read?

Melanie Page: A few years ago, I read a piece by Cris Mazza called “Too Much of Moi?” in The Writer’s Chronicle (Vol. 42. No. 2). She had polled numerous small presses, like Jaded Ibis and Chiasmus and found that nearly everyone is writing in first-person today. The article made it seem like first-person is selfish, and unless you have to write in first-person, you shouldn’t. It sort of confirmed my sense that young writers (yes, my generation) are using “I” because they really are writing about themselves, and since I’m on Facebook, I can frequently confirm my suspicions through networking. Of course writers include personal experiences in stories, but stepping into third-person can give a new writer the chance to explore what someone else might have done in a situation that the author really lived. There’s more room to imagine. Second-person POV gives the reader the sense that the character is a stand in for everyone. The only novel I can think of written entirely in second-person is Girl Imagined by Chance by Lance Olsen, and I’m surprised I don’t see it more often. If I’m discussing ideas that are important to me (even if they’re small ideas), I don’t see how I can feel alone—someone else must feel this way, too, and I want him/her to share the ride with me.

RM: “Metal Eye Drifter” seems to be written in conversation with Ted Nugent, whose quote opens the piece.  Why Ted Nugent?  He’s said some very reprehensible things (about women, about immigrants, etc.).  Are you a political person, a political writer? Is this political/facetious writing part of what makes a work distinct from mainstream writing?

“Metal Eye Drifter” has absolutely nothing to do with Uncle Ted’s recent idiotic remarks, nor do I consider myself a political writer. In fact, I was disappointed that Ted Nugent wore a t-shirt that said, “DITCH THE BITCH, TED FOR GOV” when I saw him at a concert in Michigan. Somehow, though, I got over the stupid shirt and was just terribly excited. My love of the hard core rock personas began long ago, way before I even thought about politics. Metal was something you could get excited about because it was so powerful, and it would bring you and your friends together. Never before have I listened to Bob Dylan and thought, “Yeah! I rule!” Being around people who think they’re awesome (and it’s confirmed in the media) is contagious, especially if you feel weak inside. If you notice, my explanation of “Metal Eye Drifter” in the anthology is almost apologetic!

RM: In your brief notes that follow the piece in WORII, you mention your desire/drive to lose all things “wild/misogynistic.” I was taken with the way these two words were attached to one another, as if these two terms are somehow inseparable? What do you think makes wildness connect with misogyny in American culture? Without the album covers where a woman is trussed like a turkey on a platter, etc., do you think Rock-n-Roll would be as powerful?  What is it with those images?

While Ted Nugent is notorious for womanizing (“Wang Dang Sweet Poontang,” anyone?), a lot of metal bands aren’t. My favorite is Metallica, a group that doesn’t use women to promote their image. In fact, their fan base is mostly young men (and now middle-age dudes). When Dave Mustaine was in the group (circa ’81-’83), he confirmed that they didn’t want to write “chicky music” (music to attract women), but to “rule the world.” I suppose I think of wild meaning “irresponsible,” which without a doubt applied (they’re sober now) to Metallica. Rocking at the same time, though, are Van Halen and Motley Crue, groups that are really, seriously looking to get laid. Women are a huge part of the image of those bands; women want to be with them and men want to be them. I tend to have blinders on at times. Don’t care, lalala! Pretending misogyny doesn’t exist isn’t helpful, so it’s completely selfish and I realize that. In fact, I thought about throwing Motley Crue’s biography in the dumpster after reading some of it. As an adult, I can’t stand the high-level of awful treatment that band dishes out to women (who willingly accept it). As an adult, I also think I’m supposed to be responsible (hence wild/mysoginistic lumped together).

RM: The narrator in “Metal Eye Drifter” makes some fantastic and hilarious observations! On heavy metal: “the whole point of which is ruling the planet, fucking, and drinking yourself retarded.” On children: “little meat sacks.” On breeding out of cool: “She isn’t cool anymore. Booster seats, seat belts. Then again, neither are you. Cereal bowls that suction cup to the table.” (This last one is a beautiful juxtaposition of feelings and concrete images.) Here we are, we used to wear leather pants and slither through crowds of sex starved adolescents, and now we’re fucking middle aged or near to it. Or, worse, we missed our opportunity to wear leather pants and slither…etc., and now we are too old to do it and the cigarettes have left lines around our mouths, and leather in our décolletage.  Oh…sorry, forgive my tangent; I’m reading too much into it perhaps?  Will you talk some more about this narrator in “Metal Eye Drifter?” He is male, he is disillusioned, he is suicidal, he is not his father but he is suddenly just like his father somehow—inside an old man, looking out…

Thanks for seeing the humor in it, and I’m glad it struck a nerve with you, too! I wanted this story to make people say things like, “And remember this! And when we did this!” I don’t think you have to be in your 40s or 50s to feel like the narrator feels. When I was in high school, I had a Metallica shirt for every day of the week. Now I’m almost 30, and I feel sad, like I knew who I was then and don’t now. Things change around me and prompt changes in me. My husband and I don’t have kids, but many of those who rocked with me do, and I wonder, “What the hell happened to you people? You used to be cool!” Really, you could read this piece as being about a youth I miss that contained sporadic adventures like leaving on a road trip at 2am, and about watching others “sell out,” in a sense. The narrator in “Metal Eye Drifter” feels so unlike himself that he’s ready to let it all go. Instead, he gets to live in memories.

RM: Can you let me in on your writing process?  How often/how religiously do you write? Do you use any formal exercises to come up with metaphor and images? With this last question, I’m thinking in particular of the opening line in your piece “The Crissy” that appeared in Paper Darts Issue 5:  “Crissy’s hair is more beautiful than baby smiles.” How did that line come to you (do you remember)?

The imagination fairy occasionally feels kind enough to give me weird thoughts like comparing hair to baby smiles. Those honestly come out of nowhere I can locate, and frequently come out of my mouth without permission. It can make for an embarrassing life, though many people call it “cute.” As for my writing process? Imagine you have a crayon about an inch in length. It doesn’t have a wrapper on it. The crayon is your imagination. You use the crayon to color on a single piece of paper. The paper is your story. Since you are a passionate colorer, you press really, really hard! As you knew would happen, the crayon runs out fairly fast. When the crayon is gone, it’s all done. Sometimes the final result is, “Yay! Look at my story!” and sometimes the result is “Fuck, I ran out of crayon!” Crayons are difficult to locate.

RM: Why do you think “Metal Eye Drifter” is included in an anthology of experimental writing?

Possibly because it’s about a man and is nasty toward women, which people think means something when it comes from a woman. Possibly because the narrator gets to hang out in an eyeball.

This is me at an Alice Cooper concert. That’s Cameron Young on the left, who is now the lead singer/guitarist of a band called Space Funk Odyssey. He lives in L.A. now and places at places like The Viper Room.
MP: This is me at an Alice Cooper concert. That’s Cameron Young on the left, who is now the lead singer/guitarist of a band called Space Funk Odyssey. He lives in L.A. now and places at places like The Viper Room.


Melanie Page after pic
MP: This is me now, proud to be in the Wreckage of Reason 2 anthology. I don’t really listen to music much anymore, though I do watch a cartoon called Metalocalypse, which is about the greatest (fictional) metal band ever to rule the world. The characters are these funny stereotypes, and fans do gruesome things to even see the band. The musician who plays the guitar parts for this show actually tours. I’m not a wild person at all–I live in an incredibly conservative area: five miles from the University of Notre Dame–though you’ll notice, the jeans I’m wearing in this picture still have a ripped knee.

Thanks so much for giving me this interview, Melanie! I look forward to rockin’ out with you in person one day.


WoRII Guest Post: Lillian Ann Slugocki

“Eurydice 2.0” was a finalist for the 15th Annual Glass Woman Prize, and was shared with the Wreckage of Reason bloggers on our WORII Tumblr site on May 19.  Here’s a quote from it and a link to it. 


Step off, dude.  I have no intention of coming back to you.

I’m happy where I am.  I smoke cigarettes and opium for breakfast.  I copulate with men, women, animals, and sometimes even plants.  

Lillian Ann Slugocki has created an award-winning body of work on women and sexuality, for performance and for print, including the tantalizingly titled The Erotica Project.  Her piece, “Streetcar Deconstructed,” is part of the Wreckage of Reason II, published this spring by Spuyten Duyvil.
Wreckage of Reason II: Back to the Drawing Board, an anthology of experimental writing edited by Nava Renek. Wreckage of Reason is available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Powell’s, and other fine bookstores.
Spuyten Duyvil, Robin Martin, Nava Renek

Released: Wreckage of Reason II

I am very pleased to announce the release of publisher Spuyten Duyvil’s newest collection of experimental prose by women, and proud to say I am included in it with my story “The Room is Glass.” I recommend you pick up a copy, not because it supports me but because you’ll find some damn good writing in there–Karen Lillis “Guide to New York City (circa 1992)” and Melanie Page “Metal Eye Drifter” among my favorites.

WoRII cover
“This anthology provides a much needed venue to spotlight women writers engaged in serious creative writing projects chronicling and responding to our current culture.”

The editor, Nava Renek, and four contributors (Aimee Parkinson, Alexandra Chasin, Cynthia Reeves, Brooke Wonders) produced a panel at Seattle’s AWP conference, in which they discussed what makes prose experimental, which I really enjoyed because I don’t think my work is clearly experimental. By that, I mean I feel my work is still very accessible. Perhaps I like the term innovative writing better. Innovative writing has a smaller audience in mind, no pre-determined formula, and exists outside of easily defined narrative conventions.

Aimee Parkinson said, “innovative female authors constantly push boundaries of written expression, finding new ways to express diverse experiences and the diversity of their visions in an ever-transforming world.”

Alexandra Chasin notes that as women, we’re shackled by the knowledge that we are in danger, and our mobility is inhibited by this knowledge. Chasin advises a young woman to unshackle her mind and just “write like a fucking human being.” This, in and of itself is post-structuralism, she says, “the end of the Master narrative.”

Oh there’s more, so much more good stuff. Just click on any of these links and rock your world. I’m honored to be in the company of these brilliant women.


Gently Read Literature, New issue is available

Gently Read Literature

Reviews of Contemporary Poetry & Literary Fiction

Daniel Casey’s GRL: The Winter 2014 issue includes fiction reviews of authors such as Peter Cherches, Kirby Gann, Pamela Erens, Bonnie ZoBell, George Guida, Valerie Fioravanti, Adam Berlin, Luanne Rice, Bruce Holbert, Linda Lappin, and Juliet Marillier.

I’ve reviewed Bonnie ZoBell’s short stories from The Whack Job Girls and Adam Berlin’s novel, The Number of Missing.

Daniel Casey, Robin Martin, book reviews, chapbook,

Effective Critique: Avoiding dogma and snobbery

Professor Doug Rice, author of Dream Memoirs of a Fabulist and A Good Cuntboy is Hard to Find, (and more) was the second reader for my graduate thesis and a remarkable teacher of the craft of writing.

One assignment from my first master’s-level creative writing course with him required us to share our favorite short story by a published author. Each day, one of us would bring in one of these stories and we would critique it; we’d workshop it like we were concurrently doing with each others’ stories, but of course we had the knowledge that these stories were published stories that were loved by at least one of our colleagues in the class and likely a multitude of other readers in the world.

When it came time to share the story I had chosen, by a little known writer published only posthumously- Mary Ladd Gavell’s “The Rotifer”– a short story that had been influential in my deciding to enter graduate school for creative writing, I became acutely aware of all of the adverbs throughout, and I got scared for my writer and scared for myself. Rice rails against adverbs, can rant about their overuse for hours, replete with flying saliva. But instead of sharp criticism, I remember him asking me: “How do these adverbs work for this author, this voice, this piece?” And he said it kindly and invited us all to explore what was working so well. I left that class not with any shame about my taste or my lack of intellect or lack of sophistication but with a better understanding of critique and audience and purpose.

This exercise created new ways of reading and responding to literature. It enabled us to see “the rules” and how and when a writer successfully strays from them; to resist dogma and snobbery when evaluating a manuscript. This, of course, has been a foundation for me in my work with Narrative Magazine and Under the Gum Tree, and with my clients.

Don’t miss the Sept. 2011 Word Riot

The current issue of Word Riot is out and raises the bar once again for on-line literary magazines. Thanks to Jackie Corley and the editors for doing such a fine job finding gems. One of my favorites from the issue:

Word Riot

plans to be loved by Melissa Ann Chadburn


And from August issue:


Missed Appointment by Nicolas Sansone


What do I like about these pieces? Each contains 1. precision 2. singularity 3. depth of character  4. noegenesis 5. lines like this: 

“Truth was we couldn’t even show up to class six weeks straight with the proper produce.”

“Stephen is alone now and he will continue to be alone as he waits for Helen and he will be alone when he gives up on waiting and he will be alone when he goes to sleep and tomorrow morning he will be alone and alone is how he will go to work and come home and scour the bathroom floor with disinfectant and book his train tickets for the weekend and catch the train for his weekend trip and return from his weekend trip and ultimately die in a flash flood as he is driving home from work, after the passage of twenty-eight years more. Stephen is, and will remain, alone.”








Peter Grandbois Reading my story, “Homework”

A great “final” reading at Sac State by departing professor Peter Grandbois was a retrospective of sorts, as he generously read from the works of his colleagues who, as he put it, he ended up writing “in conversation” with. He read what he called “PPFF” pieces–prose poetry/flash fiction. Work by Doug Rice, Josh McKinney, Steve Owen, and yours truly. I was very honored to be included in this esteemed group, and was able to surreptitiously film it with my little pink cybershot. Sorry for the shakiness.