Daniel Perry from the Brockton Writers Series interviewed me in advance of my September 14 reading in Toronto
I'll be reading at the Brockton Writers Series on September 14 in Toronto. Daniel was kind enough to interview me about my writing:
BWS: One echo a premise about an anesthesiologist might create: T.S. Eliot’s “patient etherized upon a table” (“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”). Is it just this intereviewer? Or is there a connection you could draw between that famous image and Death and the Intern? Is there something about such a metaphor that strikes you as especially relevant to our time/our literary moment?
Annie Loubier interviewed me and my fellow Carleton-graduating writers Ben Ladouceur and Laura Clarke for the article Student Storytellers: Creative Writing and the English Department at Carleton University.
The piece appears on the Carleton University Department of English Language and Literature website, and will later appear in the glossy Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences annual magazine:
Hanson-Finger completed his BA with a Combined Honours in English and Communications in 2009 and an MA in English a year later. One of his favourite aspects of his English degree is the wide range of critical and theoretical approaches he encountered in his courses. At the time, he admits, he was under the impression that most programs offered such a breadth of perspectives, but after speaking with students at other universities he discovered otherwise.
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My 5000-word review of Andrew Forbes’s excellent short story collection What You Need is now available here thanks to the good folks of The Puritan’s nonfiction department. Includes bonus desert content.
The shirtless boy had earlier shown me a snakeskin nailed to a board. It was roadkill, he said. The skin was in good shape; clean edges, no tears. The tires had just made the snake flatter, perhaps doing all the flattening work required for skinning and mounting before the boy’s mother’s friend even happened upon it. The boy’s mother had promised to have it turned into a band for the boy’s cowboy hat. Now the boy offered me his BB gun.