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Other Electricities
Meet “Yr Protagonist”: radio amateur, sometime vandal and “at times, perhaps the author” of Monson’s category-defying collection:
I know about phones. While our dad was upstairs broadcasting something to the world, and we were listening in, or trying to find his frequency and listen to his voice . . . we would give up and go out in the snow with a phone rigged with alligator clips so we could listen in on others’ conversations. There’s something nearly sexual about this, hearing what other people are saying to their lovers, children, cousins, psychics, pastors. . . .
The cumulative effect of this stunningly original collection seems to work on the reader in the same way—we follow glimpses of dispossessed lives in the snow-buried reaches of Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula, where nearly everyone seems to be slipping away under the ice to disappear forever. Through an unsettling, almost crazed gestalt of sketches, short stories, lists, indices and radio schematics, Monson presents a world where weather, landscape, radio waves and electricity are characters in themselves, affecting a community held together by the memories of those they have lost.
Ander Monson is the editor of DIAGRAM and the New Michigan Press. He teaches at Grand Valley State University and lives in Michigan. Tupelo Press recently published his poetry collection, Elegies for Descent and Dreams of Weather.
I know about phones. While our dad was upstairs broadcasting something to the world, and we were listening in, or trying to find his frequency and listen to his voice . . . we would give up and go out in the snow with a phone rigged with alligator clips so we could listen in on others’ conversations. There’s something nearly sexual about this, hearing what other people are saying to their lovers, children, cousins, psychics, pastors. . . .
The cumulative effect of this stunningly original collection seems to work on the reader in the same way—we follow glimpses of dispossessed lives in the snow-buried reaches of Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula, where nearly everyone seems to be slipping away under the ice to disappear forever. Through an unsettling, almost crazed gestalt of sketches, short stories, lists, indices and radio schematics, Monson presents a world where weather, landscape, radio waves and electricity are characters in themselves, affecting a community held together by the memories of those they have lost.
Ander Monson is the editor of DIAGRAM and the New Michigan Press. He teaches at Grand Valley State University and lives in Michigan. Tupelo Press recently published his poetry collection, Elegies for Descent and Dreams of Weather.
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First published May 1, 2005
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Ander Monson
29 books67 followersAnder Monson is the author of Vanishing Point; Neck Deep and Other Predicaments, winner of the Graywolf Press Nonfiction Prize; the novel Other Electricities; and the poetry collections Vacationland and The Available World. He lives and teaches in Arizona and edits the magazine DIAGRAM.
Although Ander is a proud graduate of Knox College, he also received advanced degrees from Iowa State and the University of Alabama.
More info is available here.
http://poetry.arizona.edu/presenter-a...
Although Ander is a proud graduate of Knox College, he also received advanced degrees from Iowa State and the University of Alabama.
More info is available here.
http://poetry.arizona.edu/presenter-a...
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May 26, 2013
Other Electricities is like no other book I’ve ever read. It’s not quite a novel, but it’s also not quite a short story collection. It’s somewhere in between – a group of essays and short stories that all interplay with each other; all create another piece of a grand novel. It’s a series that is bound by one theme – the lives of a small town shortly before and shortly after the death of a girl. Her accident – she and her prom date were drowned in a frozen lake after they attempted to drive on it – binds every character together to the point where each story, regardless of the protagonist, is ultimately connected.the episodic nature of Monson’s overall story is a collection of odd characters whose lives intertwined; each of these stories overlaps and peeks into the life of this town in the years leading up to and following the death. The setting is Coen Brothers, but the town could have been created by David Lynch.
Don’t think that this is a simple knock-off, though. Monson creates a complex town that’s filled with failed dreams and eccentric people – the group of bored and rutted kids that nearly always drinks too much, gets themselves stuck in the middle of a frozen lake, and commits murder. It’s cold, and the town has adapted to it. There’s mystery in the air, not to mention a vast array of disappointment.The variety in the style and length of each story in Other Electricities helps create a mosaic of voices and lifestyles; each character brings a new revelation about their small town, about death, and about growing up as a teenager in the middle of domestic tundra. Everyone gets their say.The layout of the book is wonderful. Monson charts out every character and connects each in a web, then gives an explanation of the themes and characters – both artistically and satirically.It’s amazing to think of these stories on their own – they’re all very good, but as a whole there are ideas and themes that aren’t even mentioned; are simply implied by the connections between stories. I’ve never felt so cold, and I’ve never desired to go wandering through a small town, around a lake, and into the city center during a vicious snowstorm as much as I did after reading Other Electricities.
I guess I could start now.
Don’t think that this is a simple knock-off, though. Monson creates a complex town that’s filled with failed dreams and eccentric people – the group of bored and rutted kids that nearly always drinks too much, gets themselves stuck in the middle of a frozen lake, and commits murder. It’s cold, and the town has adapted to it. There’s mystery in the air, not to mention a vast array of disappointment.The variety in the style and length of each story in Other Electricities helps create a mosaic of voices and lifestyles; each character brings a new revelation about their small town, about death, and about growing up as a teenager in the middle of domestic tundra. Everyone gets their say.The layout of the book is wonderful. Monson charts out every character and connects each in a web, then gives an explanation of the themes and characters – both artistically and satirically.It’s amazing to think of these stories on their own – they’re all very good, but as a whole there are ideas and themes that aren’t even mentioned; are simply implied by the connections between stories. I’ve never felt so cold, and I’ve never desired to go wandering through a small town, around a lake, and into the city center during a vicious snowstorm as much as I did after reading Other Electricities.
I guess I could start now.
October 26, 2011
I probably missed the year when everyone was like 'holy shit this story collection from Ander Monson is on fire with goodness' but holy shit this story collection from Ander Monson is on fire with goodness. If you liked Matt Bell's How They Were Found or Ryan Call's The Weather Stations or any of James Chapman's books or any bit of anything you've ever read in Diagram or, in a different vein, if you care anything for literature that does with words what we haven't seen done as well before: read this book.
April 29, 2012
SO MUCH SNOW COMING DOWN
If the pieces of the whole were mostly "luminous", were somehow made actual as in "galvanized", then the "scrambled"-ness of this editorial "experiment" may have proven to be more successful. Problem for me was I only believed one half of it and the "charge" was not as "sparkling" as it might (could) be.
I think the promise made by the Kentucky publisher, Sarabande Books, was a little beyond the pale when they claimed this work "...uncompromising and relentless, hypnotic and dreamlike, darkly humorous and surprisingly tender". Again, I would say maybe with a luckier draw they may have gotten something else half right. That is not to say there weren't some bright spots and near brilliance in this collection of stories for me. There were. But don't believe the hype.
Instead of a novel or a group of short stories I would much rather have from Monson mere doses of truth, or even false heads that feel like the truth, than whole stories made-up and sounding like they want to be seriously listened to. In other words, I prefer any day over these examples a Monson essay, or memoir, that isn't really or exactly true to these, for the most part, so-called fictions.
If the pieces of the whole were mostly "luminous", were somehow made actual as in "galvanized", then the "scrambled"-ness of this editorial "experiment" may have proven to be more successful. Problem for me was I only believed one half of it and the "charge" was not as "sparkling" as it might (could) be.
I think the promise made by the Kentucky publisher, Sarabande Books, was a little beyond the pale when they claimed this work "...uncompromising and relentless, hypnotic and dreamlike, darkly humorous and surprisingly tender". Again, I would say maybe with a luckier draw they may have gotten something else half right. That is not to say there weren't some bright spots and near brilliance in this collection of stories for me. There were. But don't believe the hype.
Instead of a novel or a group of short stories I would much rather have from Monson mere doses of truth, or even false heads that feel like the truth, than whole stories made-up and sounding like they want to be seriously listened to. In other words, I prefer any day over these examples a Monson essay, or memoir, that isn't really or exactly true to these, for the most part, so-called fictions.
November 30, 2020
Incredible group of linked short stories or novel about believable, full people in northern Michigan. Tragic lives with sad but not miserable stories.
September 6, 2008
This book is like "Winesburg, Ohio," with the characters scraped clean, like the story of the map at the beginning of that book. Anderson's book, like Monson's, attempts to piece together a community through "stories," but where Anderson focuses on the "life" of the small town, its people, Monson's theme is death, or absence of life, absence of people.
Which is not to say that Monson doesn't populate his fictions with characters, only that those characters make way for the harsh surroundings of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, give pride of place to it. It is commonly said, in this or that book, that "setting is a character," or setting, place, acts like a character. But in most of those works, the setting is only that, another "character," interacting with the more traditional characters in almost anthropomorphic ways. Here, in a kind of mirror image of those books, setting is "the" character, and the traditional characters act as backdrop to it, revealing it as in relief with their degrees of absence.
The recurring tropes of loss and death push the reader out of the human sphere into the elemental world, where buildings and water and snow and ice are all there is. With each facet, each bit of narrative, the place reveals more of itself, become more manifest to the reader, as Anderson's community with the accumulation of grotesques in his book. In the end, of course, the effects are entirely different-- though Anderson has made his work explicitly about the town it is set in, we have little idea of what that town is like, as a place-- we have a sense of it as a grown man returning to the house he grew up in, touching this spot and that, remembering what happened there, with no need to give it life. In Monson we are thrown, with the characters, to the mercy of the Upper Peninsula.
Which is not to say that Monson doesn't populate his fictions with characters, only that those characters make way for the harsh surroundings of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, give pride of place to it. It is commonly said, in this or that book, that "setting is a character," or setting, place, acts like a character. But in most of those works, the setting is only that, another "character," interacting with the more traditional characters in almost anthropomorphic ways. Here, in a kind of mirror image of those books, setting is "the" character, and the traditional characters act as backdrop to it, revealing it as in relief with their degrees of absence.
The recurring tropes of loss and death push the reader out of the human sphere into the elemental world, where buildings and water and snow and ice are all there is. With each facet, each bit of narrative, the place reveals more of itself, become more manifest to the reader, as Anderson's community with the accumulation of grotesques in his book. In the end, of course, the effects are entirely different-- though Anderson has made his work explicitly about the town it is set in, we have little idea of what that town is like, as a place-- we have a sense of it as a grown man returning to the house he grew up in, touching this spot and that, remembering what happened there, with no need to give it life. In Monson we are thrown, with the characters, to the mercy of the Upper Peninsula.
July 2, 2007
Creative and powerful use of the written word to convey deep emotions and connections outside the typical realm of word choice and structure. Dark but meaningful relationships and means to deal with life in all it's absurdity. Sparse presentation, dense content. I loved it!
March 3, 2024
Beautiful.
Brilliant.
Poetry in motion.
A reading experience unlike almost any.
Can we mark seven stars?
Delivers an emotionally comparable immersion and flow to Virginia Woolf's The Waves or Doug Dorst's S/Ship of Theseus.
With the exception of the second eponymous chapter, which stuck me up and had me shelve this book for over a year, Monson's writing produces a marvelous effect at every level, and when I picked it up again I did not want to put it down.
You won't read this book because of anything I or anybody else writes about it. It's impossible to sell unless you already hunger for what you don't know it contains. A summary or praise can't really do justice in the same way you can't describe or sell something original with "cult" appeal like Twin Peaks: An ensemble of character and emotion surrounding loss and mortality and society in and around Houghton, Michigan provided by an evocative panoply of slippery-as-ice narrators, facts, observations, and voices produced through a gestalt of fragments and structural play--who would read that?
All I can say is this writing is fine art.
Monson's work here is evidence why books must exist.
If the United States and the study of the English language survives another century, kids will be reading this book in AP American lit class in the 22nd century and writing papers about early 21st century Midwestern culture.
Special thanks to Aubrey Hirsch, who introduced our writing class years ago to one of the short stories comprising this work, "Big 32," which led me to seek out this book-as-whole itself.
Brilliant.
Poetry in motion.
A reading experience unlike almost any.
Can we mark seven stars?
Delivers an emotionally comparable immersion and flow to Virginia Woolf's The Waves or Doug Dorst's S/Ship of Theseus.
With the exception of the second eponymous chapter, which stuck me up and had me shelve this book for over a year, Monson's writing produces a marvelous effect at every level, and when I picked it up again I did not want to put it down.
You won't read this book because of anything I or anybody else writes about it. It's impossible to sell unless you already hunger for what you don't know it contains. A summary or praise can't really do justice in the same way you can't describe or sell something original with "cult" appeal like Twin Peaks: An ensemble of character and emotion surrounding loss and mortality and society in and around Houghton, Michigan provided by an evocative panoply of slippery-as-ice narrators, facts, observations, and voices produced through a gestalt of fragments and structural play--who would read that?
All I can say is this writing is fine art.
Monson's work here is evidence why books must exist.
If the United States and the study of the English language survives another century, kids will be reading this book in AP American lit class in the 22nd century and writing papers about early 21st century Midwestern culture.
Special thanks to Aubrey Hirsch, who introduced our writing class years ago to one of the short stories comprising this work, "Big 32," which led me to seek out this book-as-whole itself.
January 26, 2022
This book was mostly a success for me, though at times it seems to push itself too far simply for the sake of doing so. Some excellent rhythmic, lyrical writing; some sharp documentary-style observations about small-town life; some stunning despair and beauty of winter.
3.5/5
3.5/5
July 27, 2025
Autofiction-y linked short story cycle written with Monson's characteristic lyricism and playmaking of form, as well as great compassion for the people who populate Michigan's upper peninsula.
February 22, 2013
OTHER ELECTRICITIES is a story collection crackling with light, heat, and—well—lots of snow and broken ice. It’s logical to assume that a story collection from the editor of DIAGRAM isn't likely to be any old story collection. The short answer is that it isn't.
I can see where a collection of this kind might be polarizing for many as its overall concept is a sprawling one, mixing solid short fiction with heavily stylized poetic elements, sometimes [de]generating [into] surreal lists of text or absurdly detailed actions and snippets of electrical circuit illustrations.
It was this mixed aesthetic, however, that appealed to me most. So much so, in fact, that I became less engaged with some of the stories in spots, eager to get back to the quick and whirring strange.
Despite my aesthetic preference for the surreal side of this collection, OTHER ELECTRICITIES is a solid and beautifully crafted book, breathing character quirks and [dis]quiet[ing] chaos—life—into every one of its 153 or so pages.
I can see where a collection of this kind might be polarizing for many as its overall concept is a sprawling one, mixing solid short fiction with heavily stylized poetic elements, sometimes [de]generating [into] surreal lists of text or absurdly detailed actions and snippets of electrical circuit illustrations.
It was this mixed aesthetic, however, that appealed to me most. So much so, in fact, that I became less engaged with some of the stories in spots, eager to get back to the quick and whirring strange.
Despite my aesthetic preference for the surreal side of this collection, OTHER ELECTRICITIES is a solid and beautifully crafted book, breathing character quirks and [dis]quiet[ing] chaos—life—into every one of its 153 or so pages.
June 10, 2007
It's been a really long time since I've read a book that has connected with me in a way that this book has. Maybe it's because I'm from a Michigan small town (albeit Lower Peninsula) and can recall, if not somewhat relate to the many characters in these series of seperate, yet intertwined stories. Ander Monson has definitely picked up a new fan and I can't wait to read more from him.
Added note:
I was finally able to see Ander Monson at the Printer's Row Book Fair after a couple of previously failed attempts. I still find the fact that he got caught in a snow storm while on the way to a book reading pretty funny considering his stories. Anyway, a very dynamic and interesting speaker. This was how my book was signed. To Angie, with love. See pg 53.
Pg. 53 was the Chapter on how to not get murdered. "Don't go out on dates. Don't go out on dates with men."
:)
Added note:
I was finally able to see Ander Monson at the Printer's Row Book Fair after a couple of previously failed attempts. I still find the fact that he got caught in a snow storm while on the way to a book reading pretty funny considering his stories. Anyway, a very dynamic and interesting speaker. This was how my book was signed. To Angie, with love. See pg 53.
Pg. 53 was the Chapter on how to not get murdered. "Don't go out on dates. Don't go out on dates with men."
:)
February 8, 2010
One of the most unique books I've come across. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of reading what reminded me of a diverse set of poems. Clearly the author is fascinated with words, structure and all things literary. I imagined him sitting with an image, a scene, a plot and transcribing in almost a free association way all the words that came to him without a filter. But that's not quite right either as he clearly put much careful construction into the book -- like chapters built entirely out of sentences that begin with consecutive letters of the alphabet. It was liberating to step away from my expectation of "knowing" exactly what was happening and why and instead allow the many layers of meaning to make my own interpretations part of the journey.
January 22, 2013
The cover declares Other Electricities "stories," but I think of it as a story cycle, or a novel in stories. What connects the stories is their location, which is not just a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, but a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in midwinter: snow and ice fill the book, or empty it out, blank as empty pages, empty spaces, loss; lost girls and women, murdered or drowned by misadventure or simply gone away.
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Full review at: http://coffeeandink.dreamwidth.org/36...
June 12, 2008
Monson's Other Electricities is collection of delicate and moving short stories, or rather "shorts" that piece together the life of a group of friends and families who are coping with death, love loss, boredom, malaise. The best story in this book remains the title piece, that to me seems the heart of the entire book.
October 26, 2008
Monson has some great characters here and you've got to love the odd interconnections between characters. You get these weird kind of snapshots, collage-like, from the various characters lives. Monson does a good job connecting the reader to the characters' senses of loss. Oddly put together, but interesting nonetheless.
January 14, 2022
Have you ever driven in the snow when you can't even see a few feet in front of you? When the windshield wipers barely work to scrap the ice-crust/frozen slush from your windshield, and you wonder what might happen if the tread on your tires suddenly fails to grip the asphalt and you lose control and barrel headfirst over a railing down into a frozen lake below? Or has this ever been a dream you've had? Well, if so then you'll probably like this book. Think of snowstorms, static broadcasts, electro-magnetism, loneliness, the sound the wind makes when it blows a gust of snow upwards and out. A book of short stories/ poems that all contain these motifs.
January 9, 2026
Favourites — Fracture, Big 32, Subtraction is the Only Worthwhile Operation
I loved so many of these. Reading it during a Michigan winter certainly helped. There were times that I wished it had more elements of a novel, but these little vignettes of cold lives had a lot of heart. Was so well thought out and well written, an outpouring of poetry. Already needs a reread.
I loved so many of these. Reading it during a Michigan winter certainly helped. There were times that I wished it had more elements of a novel, but these little vignettes of cold lives had a lot of heart. Was so well thought out and well written, an outpouring of poetry. Already needs a reread.
March 8, 2023
The words chosen by Monson haunt the page much like the characters who float through their world
October 4, 2008
Monson's stunning stories move 'from a world of hard but sparse facts to a storyscape of soft, fulfilling fictions.' He writes with distinctive whimsy and obsesssion, earning moments of inevitable, surprising beauty. At the center of everything is the ‘radio amateur,’ a meditative youth in Michigan’s upper peninsula, whose father is withdrawn into a world of ham radio, whose mother has vanished, and whose older brother is armless and aphasiac. Around him gather stories of friends and town-folk that center on absence, loneliness, energy, causation, and magic. ‘Everything in Michigan is due to saws or mines or bombs or Vietnam.... There’s something unnatural, unbalanced, like an equation. Something to be righted. Solved.’ Monson’s prose is always charged and arresting as he plays with post-modern structures as deftly as Stuart Dybek, William Gass, and the hypertext innovator, Michael Joyce.
April 11, 2007
this book of short stories/pieces left me verbally imprinted with loneliness and grief. don't read this if you are depressed. Monson is from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Funny, because I once had a long distance boyfriend who lived in this strange little town and I often took the greyhound up to visit him. Such a weird place! It is like being in some 1950's Finnish town and I love that the acronym for the university there is F U. I spent a year 2000 New Year's eve there, far away from technology. anyway, I read this book along with his book of essays, Neck Deep and Other Predicaments (a much more uneven but hilarious read). they work very well together, both complimenting and counteracting eachother.
March 11, 2012
I was very impressed with this book. I had never read anything like this before. The structure threw me off at times and made me feel frustrated because I didn't always understand what was going on and how the different characters were related to one another. I know I am going to have to read it again to get the full meaning behind it. While it says that it is a book of Stories, the stories really work together to form a novel. The use of Indexes, character guide, and table of contents really helped me navigate through the book. This is definitely an unique way to write fiction! The book has very dark themes, but that is what I found to be so fascinating.
April 2, 2008
My favorite part of Other Electricites was the form--short stories told from differing perspectives and centered around the deaths in a Northern Michigan town. I found Monson's writing most interesting when it was at it's most poetic and his forms were more experimental. I truly liked the index of themes at the end.
I definitely felt the characters were always real and never being looked down on. My only criticism was that there are few light spots in the dark/wintery tone that permeates the stories. Otherwise, quite a satisfying read.
I definitely felt the characters were always real and never being looked down on. My only criticism was that there are few light spots in the dark/wintery tone that permeates the stories. Otherwise, quite a satisfying read.
March 15, 2014
I think that every hopeful writer should read this. Ander Monson has crafted this so well that he can lay all the metaphors and motifs out for the reader and still make you think about each line you've just read.
The book is a collection of short stories, but they are all thread through the idea of distance between people--radio waves, snow, stars. The writing alone is beautiful, but the concepts and the cohesiveness is something that could be studied.
I know I'll reread this book (which I don't often do) in order to improve my sense of the craft.
The book is a collection of short stories, but they are all thread through the idea of distance between people--radio waves, snow, stars. The writing alone is beautiful, but the concepts and the cohesiveness is something that could be studied.
I know I'll reread this book (which I don't often do) in order to improve my sense of the craft.
January 30, 2020
I loved the sense of place here. It's not just about death, this is a book about weather. So much snow. When you read about cold places when you are warm inside it creates a very cozy feeling. Because this author knows upper-midwestern things his dialogue was familiar and the topics were homey. Isle Royale, Lake Superior...he mentions Highway 41 going to the land of sausage and beer (WI).
read the rest of my review at https://heartoflit.wordpress.com/2020...
read the rest of my review at https://heartoflit.wordpress.com/2020...
March 29, 2007
A series of interrelated, experimental short stories. The best stories in this collection (even though they are often bleak) make me excited about reading and living. There are several that are just alright and there are one or two things I thought he could have handled much better. I am probably a little more generous than others might be, but I give him a lot of credit for trying new things and because the good stories are that good.
October 16, 2008
Wow! What to say about this book...
Monson expertly transports the reader to the dark, icy, snowy world of upper Michigan. The several characters--and their reflection upon a girl who once fell through the ice and drowned--reveal who they are through the lens of this experience as well as a mysterious murder of another girl. It's a somewhat complex kaleidoscope of accounts, but absolutely worth every word and page.
Monson expertly transports the reader to the dark, icy, snowy world of upper Michigan. The several characters--and their reflection upon a girl who once fell through the ice and drowned--reveal who they are through the lens of this experience as well as a mysterious murder of another girl. It's a somewhat complex kaleidoscope of accounts, but absolutely worth every word and page.
July 30, 2010
I really wanted to like this. Ander Monson came to my writing class and showed us his website, which was awesome, and lectured, which was awesome, and this book was experimental and unique and interesting, which should be awesome.
But it ended up being so experimental that it wasn't engaging at all. I found it hard to stay focused. And I imagine it would be harder for a reader who is not a writer as well to appreciate it.
But it ended up being so experimental that it wasn't engaging at all. I found it hard to stay focused. And I imagine it would be harder for a reader who is not a writer as well to appreciate it.
February 10, 2015
I got this book as I needed a book to read for a challenge that was published by an Indie Press-this was. This also intrigued me because it was about people who lived in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and my daughter has decided to go to college there. That being said-this book was extremely hard to follow. What I learned from this people is a lot of people die going through the ice in the winter. Hopefully my daughter will stay off the ice!
December 4, 2024
I loved this strange, inventive, beautiful collection of stories, halfway between poetry and insanity.
I love the lonely, fucked-up, snowy, magical setting of the UP. I love the radio schematics and diagrams. I especially love everything having to do with Liz, Carrie, and Yr Protagonist. There were a few stories I didn't love, but that doesn't dull my appreciation for the work as a whole.
I love the lonely, fucked-up, snowy, magical setting of the UP. I love the radio schematics and diagrams. I especially love everything having to do with Liz, Carrie, and Yr Protagonist. There were a few stories I didn't love, but that doesn't dull my appreciation for the work as a whole.
March 3, 2010
Ander Monson's Other Electricities won our seventeenth annual John C. Zacharis First Book Award. The award honors the best debut book by a Ploughshares writer, alternating between poetry and fiction.
You can read the full announcement here: http://www.pshares.org/issues/article...
You can read the full announcement here: http://www.pshares.org/issues/article...
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