The Dish Celebrates One Glorious Year!

Just over a year ago, I met in the office of Electric Literature with co-founders and editors Andy Hunter and Scott Lindenbaum, along with then-online editor Anna Prushinskaya. They had a new idea for the blog, they told me, and they thought I would be a good person to carry it out.

The idea was Electric Dish, an events column that would show that, contrary to popular belief, the literary scene is  alive, well, and thriving.

In the year since Dish launched, we’ve expanded our blog team, increased our web traffic, and, in addition to New York, we’re now covering events in California, Portland, and Boston. I’ve personally been to countless award ceremonies, lit parties, and, of course, readings. It’s been good, it’s been hectic, it’s been – at times – boring. But all in all, it’s been awesome, and I feel honored to have been able to help bring attention to all the amazing events, bookstores, publishing houses, and writers that our fine city has to offer.

Here are the things I have learned by Dishing…

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INTERVIEW: Justin Torres, author of “We the Animals”

Justin Torres, the author of We the Animals, is 31, a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, a Wallace Stegner Fellow, a former dog walker, and a former employee of Manhattan’s much-loved indie bookstore, McNally Jackson. Basically, the man was bred for literary royalty.

In Torres’ novella-length debut, a family of five—Ma, a white woman from Brooklyn, Paps, a Puerto Rican, also from Brooklyn, and their trio of sons—scamper and wrestle through life digging trenches, barking at strangers, playing merciless games, testing one another ruthlessly, while loving each other relentlessly. We the Animals is a herculean-powerful story about a family. It’s a coming-of-age story, it’s a chaotic story, it’s a loving story, and it’s a story that continues to haunt me. If the book were a montage, it would intro frame on skinny, caramel feet dangling from chairs, cut to an aerial shot of mambo dancing in a suburban kitchen, jump to an intimate shower scene, fade to a lonesome pre-adolescent son dancing in a movie theater, flashback to a family in a big-dick truck, zoom in on empty beer bottles, and frame-freeze on the youngest, pack-oriented brother.

It would have been lovely to write an all-praising review for this book, as many others will do, but I would have failed. The problem would have been accuracy. Especially after I enjoyed it so much and have considered it, I’ll admit, way more than I should. Instead I wrote Torres, clumsily. It went something along the lines of: “I continue to read your novel out loud to anybody who will listen—friends, you know who you are—and retell, retell, retell the unforgettable descriptions from the book. Could I, maybe, possibly, interview you?”

He agreed.

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LIU Summer Writers Lab Reading

1. The crowd at Greenlight, ready to party. And listen. 2. Writer Benjamin Hale, Lisa Erickson of Scribner, & Sara Ortiz of Broadcastr.

On June 16-18th, you may have been going to the beach, or doing your shitty work at your shitty job, or going to the doctor’s office for that weird rash, or whatever else. At Long Island University’s Summer Writers Lab, however, students and writers were enjoying an intensive few days in which they learned (and/or taught) about the fundamentals of fiction. The lab included workshops lead by Jennifer Egan, Marlon James, Gabriel Cohen, Wesley Stace, and Rick Moody, as well as panels on the current literary marketplace and creating the writer’s website.

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May Mix by Benjamin Hale

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This is a mix of songs that mean a great deal to me and songs that I just happen to have been listening to lately.  I tried to arrange them in an order that kind of makes sense.  Enjoy.

1. I Put a Spell on You – Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

As sexy and terrifying as a werewolf.  There’s something chilling about the dark sparseness of this song: behind the understated rhythm and horns, the background is black and empty as the void, framing and isolating Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ absolutely psychotic voice.  This song was banned from radio when it was released in 1956—for no clear reason other than that it sounds like he wants to eat you alive: “I don’t care if you don’t want me—I’m yours.”

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Franklin Park – An Anniversary!

1. Writer Kyle Erickson & painter Sei Shiroma. 2. Reader Moshe Schulman. He said he’s excited to read at the series! He told me that he feels like an honorary Sarah Lawrence graduate since he has been put in touch with so many SL students and alums since living in the city.


Last night, Franklin Park celebrated their two-year anniversary! In usual FP fashion, the bar filled up early. (Tip: If you want to get a seat, get there before eight, even though the reading usually doesn’t begin until 8:30.)

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Things Get Heated at Literary Death Match

Cunnilingus quickly emerged as the unifying theme of Thursday night’s Literary Death Match. With three females and a Sarah Lawrence man competing, the subject seemed inevitable.

The first combatant to read was Melissa Petro, author of Sex Work Matters: Power and Intimacy in the Sex Industry, who wooed the audience with a story of youthful experimentation and portentous deflowering. Benjamin Hale, author of the forthcoming The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore, countered with a tale of primal urges between a primate and biologist.

The next bout pitted Rachel Shukert, author of Everything Is Going to Be Great: An Underfunded and Overexposed European Grand Tour, against Dasha Kelly, author of Hershey Eats Peanuts. Rachel, the first to strike, regaled the crowd with a tale of a lost crown and sexual assault at the hands of Italian dental hygienists.  Dasha stood her ground, countering with a combo of poems, recited from memory: one about the quest and conquering of orgasm, the other about our collective place in history.

The competition was fierce, but a sophisticated panel of judges arose to the occasion.  The trio consisted of: Bruce Benderson, author of The Romanian: Story of an Obsession, who judged literary merit and smoked a smokeless, electronic cigarette; songstylist Michael Hearst, of the band One Ring Zero, who critiqued performance and admitted that he felt like Howie Mandel on America’s Got Talent; and Elna Baker, on sabbatical from the Church of Latter Day Saints and author of The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance, who weighed in on the “intangibles” and enlightened the audience on the realities of “moose kisses.”

Melissa and Rachel were the evening’s finalists, the title ultimately conferred upon Rachel following a round of audience members pelting the pair with balls of duct tape symbolizing cholera (apparently there’s history there: August was once cholera season in New York, and consequently became the month that the publishing industry chose to vacate the city).

What did Rachel think of her victory? “I’m thrilled to have vanquished my enemies,” she said. “Although I contracted cholera and will soon die in a pool of my own bloody stool, at this moment, victory is sweet.”

–Benjamin Samuel is an Editorial Assistant for Electric Literature. He graduated from Sarah Lawrence College, will begin an MFA at Brooklyn College this fall, and was voted by his high school as Most Likely to be Seen at the Diner.