Children, who cannot comprehend death and are thus immortal, find a suitable surrogate in adulthood, which they perfectly wrongly treat as a wall, or pit, or dark faceless army marching tirelessly from an inevitable and desolate foreign land.
Skateboarders, however, with our backdoor solution to both adulthood and fear, worry only over that apocalyptic moment after which we’ll be forced to stop skateboarding. This, we call terror.
A music and art and literature festival in the middle of absolute nowhere, or very rural Iowa, one or the other. I’ll be showing up, living in a cabin, and writing something new to read. Others will read poems, show art, and play music. June 28 and 29…
In 2010, we published Adam Novy’s The Avian Gospels as two volumes, kind of Old and New Testament style. Having sold out of the two-volume edition, the book is finally again available, now recombined back into a single volume with rounded corners, gilded edges, a ribbon bookmark, and Bible-style line numbering.
The new cover is black. The two volumes were in red. The book has also been published in Spain (bottom left) and France (bottom right).
We are super excited! To celebrate, we are calling this “Adam Novy Week” and will feature an some kind of bonus Adam Novy miscellany every day. Today is an excerpt: Chapter 33.
"…there is not a nook or cranny in which you could hide anything from them, everything being theirs, said Korin at his accustomed speed, theirs is everything that may be possessed, and the decisive proportion of even those things that can’t, because heaven is theirs, and every dream, every moment of silence in nature, and, to use the popular saying, immortality too is theirs — only the most common and vulgar of immortalities of course — in other words, as the embittered losers justly but mistakenly say, everything is lost and lost forever."
