The Collectors

  • Caketrain (May 2009)
  • 2008 Caketrain Fiction Chapbook Contest Runner-Up, judged by Brian Evenson
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How the Broken Lead the Blind

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    by Cormac McCarthy
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  • 2009 Wigleaf Top 50 Very Short Fictions Selection, for "This Showroom Filled With Fabulous Prizes"
  • 2009 Dzanc Best of the Web Notable Story, for "The Folk Singer Dreams of Time Machines"
  • 2008 Caketrain Fiction Chapbook Contest Runner-Up, for The Collectors
  • 2008 Keyhole Fiction Chapbook Contest Finalist, for The Collectors
  • 2008 Million Writers Award Winner, for "Alex Trebek Never Eats Fried Chicken"
  • 2008 Dzanc Best of the Web Notable Story, for "Alex Trebek Never Eats Fried Chicken"
  • 2008 Pushcart Prize Nomination for "The Folk Singer Dreams of Time Machines"
  • 2008 Pushcart Prize Nomination for "Ken Sent Me: Lost in the Land of the Lounge Lizards"
  • 2007 Storyglossia Fiction Prize Finalist, for "Alex Trebek Never Eats Fried Chicken"
  • 2007 Pushcart Prize Nomination for "A Certain Number of Bedrooms, a Certain Number of Baths"
  • 2006 Pushcart Prize Nomination for "The Present"
  • 2006 Pushcart Prize Nomination for "White Lines and Headlights"
  • 2006 Pushcart Prize Nomination for "Rosemary Blooming"
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Matt Bell is the author of two chapbooks, The Collectors and How the Broken Lead the Blind, and a forthcoming fiction collection, How They Were Found, which will be published by Keyhole in the fall of 2010. His fiction has appeared or is upcoming in magazines such as Conjunctions, Meridian, Gulf Coast, Caketrain, Hayden's Ferry Review, Hobart, Barrelhouse, Monkeybicycle, and Keyhole.

He is also the editor of The Collagist and a member of the Dzanc Writer in Residence Program.

He lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and can be reached via e-mail at mdbell79@gmail.com.

The Collagist

A new literary magazine coming from Dzanc Books in August 2009, edited by Matt Bell with Poetry Editor Matthew Olzmann. Now open for submissions at www.thecollagist.com.

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23Jul

Michael Czyzniejewski's "When the Heroes Came to Town"

I got a copy in the mail this week of the new anthology Who Can Save Us Now? (edited by Owen King and John McNally), which includes brand new stories by Scott Snyder, Elizabeth Crane, Tom Bissell, Jim Shepard, and even my wife's favorite writer, Jennifer Weiner.  It's a great looking book, and a theme I can totally get behind--all the stories are about new superheroes invented by the authors. Michael Czyzniejewski's "When the Heroes Came to Town" is maybe the shortest story in the collection, but it's also one of my favorites for its ability to stay focused on the human troubles at the heart of the story.  Here are the first two paragraphs:

We felt, among other things, unimpressed.  Before the heroes, life wasn't that bad, or, depending on who you asked, going pretty good.  The county had just paid to have the thruway resurfaced, our boys had made it to the state semis, falling in overtime to the eventual champs, and business boomed at the tire factory up by the mall, which, in turn, made business book at the mall as well.  Everyone felt good about the economy, the kids were getting into good colleges, and if a town with prettier women existed, we hadn't been there.
Which is why we scratched our heads when these heroes showed, their jaws, their capes, their stoicism, all right there on their form-fitting sleeves.  Okay, so their debut was a splash, putting the fire out at the tire factory, the dark cloud lifting after three days, the smell of burning rubber and ultimate disaster disappearing soon after.  To boot, they maintained the integrity of the structure, limiting the shutdown to a mere month, tires soon rolling down the line once again.  A few days later, they saved that kid who'd fallen into the quarry, not one of our boys, but a kid nonetheless.  Not one of us could have squeezed into that drainage pipe, let alone pounded through the twenty solid feet of bedrock to pry his ankle free.  Our hats were off, and tipped.  Whethere we could have fought off the supervillians and their giant mechanical attack birds isn't worth discussing.  We had to give them that one, too.  They had a pretty good week.

Among other things, the story is a fine example of the first-person plural voice (and, perhaps because of that, somewhat reminescent of Andy Mozina's brilliant "The Women Were Leaving the Men").    It's also a great rumination on jealousy and marital discord, and a very fun take on what might happen after superheroes swoop in and save the day.  If the rest of Who Can Save Us Now? is this good, then I'm going to be very impressed.

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