It behooves mentioning that ZYZZYVA, the literary journal of West Coast writers and artists, is celebrating its 25th Anniversary. Under the auspices of its editor, Howard Junker, the journal does the noble work of providing folks on the far side of America with the chance of appearing in a class outfit that is not, unlike almost every other West Coast journal, under the sway of pseudo-literary, pseudo-celebrity editorship.
Junker prides himself on finding previously unpublished writers, and as such the 25th Anniversary issue, just out now, is an overview of writers whose first fiction appeared in ZYZZYVA. This includes actual luminaries like F.X. Toole and Haruki Murakami. It also includes me.
One’s best bet is probably getting an issue directly from ZYZZYVA. You will also find it in better (and not so better) bookstores. But, really, good people everywhere would do right to and subscribe to ZYZZYVA. It’s worth it.
I happened to be in town for the dramatization by actors of several of the pieces included in the issue. A few days before the event, Howard Junker suggested that I prepare five minutes to read. Somehow these five minutes exploded into a pre-game warm up, reading for thirty mad minutes in the Koret Auditorium at the San Francisco Public Library. Given that the piece is not one which lends itself easily to oratory, and given that I hadn’t looked at the material I was reading, it went about as well as possible. I was thrust into total delirium.
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