In his disparaging late-1950's book about Chicago, "The Second City," New York journalist AJ Liebling notes that the only Chicago author worth his salt that had not fled the city was Nelson Algren. The comment has enlivened what Liebling would consider to be my Chicagoan inferiority complex, and has me defensively running around reading as many Chicago authors as I can find. In the after-life, I will confront Mr. Liebling. "James T. Farrell may have gone to New York," I will say, "but Joe Meno stayed," and never mind that Liebling wasn't a fan of Farrell, anyway.
Messinger is an active figure in the Chicago literary scene, frequently hosting readings, writing for Time Out Magazine, and fathering featherproof Press. "Hiding Out" reflects his presence in Chicago. The stories are set here, and believably so. Surprisingly, he is originally from Boston (still not sure if I believe that). The authenticity of his Chicago-based stories is a testament to how much of a feel Mr. Messinger has for his adopted home. It is a challenge, it seems, for some authors to write of any place except that of their origin, even while in exile.
There is enough range displayed to keep this collection into settling into an easy rhythm. Subjects range from a high school slam poet savant, replete with commentary on cultural exploitations and miscommunications, and a tale of an ex-boyfriend stalking, dressed in an elaborate robot costume. The titular connection in the stories--the poet hides on stage, from himself, the stalker behind an impenetrable Iron Man wall, etc.--lends consistency to the book.
I look forward to more books by Messinger, and am excited to explore the rest of featherproof's roster. Also, he is doing a reading at Roosevelt University next Wednesday, April 10, which should be radical awesome.