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Tom Bradley

Bradley’s books include Black class cur (Infinity Press 2001, nominated for the Editor’s Book Award), Killing Bryce (Infinity Press 2001, nominated for the New York University Bobst Award), Hustling the East (Xlibris Corporation 1999), Acting alone (Browntrout Publishers 1995), Fission among the fantatics (Spuyten Duyvil, NYC) and his latest, Lemur (Raw Dog Screaming Press 2008). (Watch video.) His writing has been published in McSweeney’s, Salon and elsewhere, and on tombradley.org.

My hands were clean

[ fiction - july 12 ]

In which the author observes that the existence of the internet proves that we're on the eve of the Night of Brahma, where existence itself ceases to exist. With added bonobo chimps and Gadarene swine.

The wolf stepped out

[ bookreviews ]

A novel written between the cracks...

Rassle-Mania: political activist Mickey Z versus apolitical quietist Tom Bradley

[ opinion - may 10 ]

By the time we're as old as dead Bellow, we'll be accommodating the masses with baby talk, finger-painting in excrement on the walls of the nursery known as the American "mind"

Motels of burning madness

[ bookreviews ]

The tale of a male stripper with a heart of gold and bloody awful luck

Kali Yuga on the Rio Pinheiros

[ bookreviews ]

The only genuinely new literary form to appear in the last 70 years: mathematical pornography


[ fiction - april 08 ]

"She's plainly plotting to rob the place, just as soon as the methamphetamine she's gobbling kicks in."

Surplus will

[ opinion - august 07 ]

The fiction of Andrew Gallix.

Painting Rust & Blood and Salsa

[ bookreviews ]

"Racism is the fons et origoof entire shitloads of poetry. Tribalism may be humanity's curse, but is boon to poets who, unlike us farmed mud-people, us golems, still have access to it."

The Life and Times of LaFontaine the Mesmerizer

[ fiction - november 06 ]

"He bows gracefully as red roses rain down on him. He waves massive, white-gloved hands through the air like a magician or a priest."

Nite Caps

[ fiction - july 05 ]

"During the greater part of my fourteenth year, I was obliged to pay regular visits to a certain loved one in the loony bin. I was the only person in the family who could spend time in the locked ward without acting too cheerful"

At the Creative Writing Workshop

[ fiction - march 05 ]

"These people are right on the verge of finding literary agents, for Christ's sake, and I can only assume that my nephew was cast among them, like an earthworm among rainbow trout, through some clerical error in the registrar's office."

A sense of no place

[ opinion - may 04 ]

"I was born downwind in Utah in the heat of the aboveground hydrogen bomb test era. There's a projected mass die-off of Utahns my exact age, of thyroid cancer, due to commence any day now."

Why I never walk through a Chinese park during Spring Festival

[ places - october 03 ]

"The civic authorities have drained the artificial lake, and thousands of handcarts are purging the bed of five centuries' accumulation of mucus, slopping it everywhere ankle-deep."

Boomtown Roosky sing this song

[ fiction - july 03 ]

"A Hiroshima city bus, marked RADIATION EFFECTS RESEARCH FOUNDATION in both Japanese and English, worms its way in low gear, sliding up inside acid rain-ravaged bamboo groves on a dank mountain that blots the sunrise from Ground Zero every morning: a sinister peak of pre-rational alchemy plunked down, among rumors of genetic engineering run amok, at the edge of a necessarily modern metropolis."

The Nagasaki literary scene

[ places - april 03 ]

Nagasaki is not Paris in the twenties. Japan is a nation in its death throes, vocalizing its terminal agony, not going quietly.

Harsh words of mercury

[ fiction - november 02 ]

"Pity the Japanese woman who thinks bleak thoughts every time silvery water presents itself to her eye. Sui-gin, 'water silver': the imagistic way her native tongue denoted a certain substance. She'd long since forgotten the term for it in Russian (probably an English cognate). This heavy, shiny, rolling gunk was like no other liquid her kindergarten classmates had ever run between their fingers and fondled in palms with all the scrapes, vermin bites and unnamed sores of active, normal, marginally nourished Soviet childhood."

Baptizing dead people for fun and profit: organized religion's most imaginative scam

[ strangeness - june 02 ]

The Mormons have an interesting take on celestial vote-rigging.

My public ministry among the heathen

[ places - april 02 ]

"I was privileged to be in 'Boom Town' (as Nagasaki is affectionately known among certain cloddish members of the foreign community) on the Feast of the Transfiguration."