I put together a playlist for White Van – you can listen to it, and read the descriptions for each song, at the legendary Largehearted Boy. It’s great to be in such good company there. As the site notes: Previous contributors include Jesmyn Ward, Lauren Groff, Bret Easton Ellis, Celeste Ng, T.C. Boyle, Dana Spiotta, Amy Bloom, Aimee Bender, Roxane Gay, and many others.
Thanks to Adam Van Winkle for his excellent, unflinching review of White Van at Cowboy Jamboree! He writes:
It’s a rare thing when the form of art, the experience of art, the effect of art, captures the art’s subject. James Joyce did it. Beckett did it. Odetta did it. Ginsberg did it. Bob Dylan did it. Mark Rothko did it. In WHITE VAN, Meg Tuite certainly does it.
There’s a new review of White Van up at Volume 1 Brooklyn. Thanks to Ian Maloney! Here’s how he begins his thoughtful piece:
Meg Tuite’s latest collection, White Van, has foreboding, danger, and violence from cover to cover. Even the haunting cover with lightning striking a black van, defies our expectations and turns things upside down. Tuite’s collection is a series of poetic prose entries; some of the sections seem straight micro-fiction, while others appear more like poems. They defy easy categorization, just like Meg Tuite.
My excerpt “Planked By the Abyss” is published in Ginosko Literary Review #28 (PDF download—my piece is on page 30). Thank you to Robert Paul Cesaretti.
Thanks to Jonathan Montgomery for his kind review of White Van. He’s written a long and thoughtful post, part of which says,
Meg chooses to do battle with trauma, injustice, and the inherent cruelty of the world with an arsenal of pure language. This is a work more interested in the lyricism of criminality, the lexicon of desperation, and the poetry of bruises than audience-comforting elements such as narrative cohesion or conflict resolution– Jonathan Montgomery
And hats off to Jonathan for his website’s beautiful typography.
And also thanks to Su Zi for her review of the book, which can be read at GAS: Poetry, Art & Music. She begins,
Monsters are an ancient memory, a symbol, a staple of genre. Works thus of horror tend to time the reveal of their monsters, be it a frightening fog or a franchise of mutated outer space lizards. Not so in White Van, where the monster are monsters, unnamed, unseen. While a typical horror offering might involve the eternally invisible, it is precisely the prosaic settings Tuite depicts that make the work so horrifying.– Su Zi at Gas
I was happy to see this review tweet of White Van. Thanks @Ignatius Valentine Aloysius!
Thanks to Michael Hickins for hosting me on his podcast. You can listen here.
I’ve got a new piece at Anti-Heroin Chic called “No One Asks How Old a Seashell Is?” It begins:
Upholstered and isolated, food is canned and repressed, but beverages corner the caged scars of summer. I suck the marrow out of bottles. Today the kid has friends over, ravenous for anything. All pithy dimples, luster and mutiny, they’re a line-up of grenades on the couch.
Thank you to Dylan Brie Ducey and James Diaz!