Publisher’s Thoughts

  • All
  • Archives
  • Atticus Review
  • Book Excerpts
  • Books
  • Creative Non-Fiction
  • Featured Books
  • Featured Records
  • Hell Yeah! Worthy
  • Independent Bookstores That Rock Our World
  • Interviews
  • Music
  • Of Literary Interest
  • Poetry
  • Press Releases
  • Publisher's Thoughts
  • Short Fiction
  • Six Degrees Left
  • The Book I Will Write
  • Writing

Unlocked, Loaded, And Ready For The Bare Possibilities

The indie publishing universe is an exotic animal kingdom. It renders irrelevant the usual pecking order of a profit-driven henhouse. The food chain is an all-you-can-eat buffet table. It’s an unpredictable habitat without any bars or barricades. Upon entry, there is no map, guide, or menu. There are no taboo conversations and there are no hard and fast rules of engagement. Visitors and gawkers are welcome, but they need to check their expectations at the gate.

Unlocked, Loaded, And Ready For The Bare Possibilities Read Post

White Noise, Black Mirrors, and the Rising of Self-appointed Gatekeepers

I considered writing an essay last month during the Baltimore riots that contained only an expansive list of ethnic slurs to see if that list somehow could provide a wakeup call to the foolishness of playground name calling—a stark and punchy commentary on the childish state of race relations in America—but Wikipedia already had beaten me to the punch.

White Noise, Black Mirrors, and the Rising of Self-appointed Gatekeepers Read Post

Finding Your Way Home

MADISON, NJ — When you’ve lived in a handful of states, it eventually strikes you that with each and every move, you drift further and further from home.

For those who leave home for college, it’s a paint-by-numbers existence. In your late teens, when you have a good head on your shoulders and a better family by your side, you’re expected to shed your skin gradually.

Finding Your Way Home Read Post

Posers to the Left of Us, Misfits to the Right, Here You Are, Stuck in the Middle With Me

Atticus does not publish literary posers. We discover authentic voices whose timbre rings true. They’re not voices that you hear every day, and some may rattle your bones a little, like the staunch intensity of a Tom Waits garage sermon or an Allen Ginsberg rant. These writers are necessary (instrumental, even) in getting you through the night. They’re like a shot of complex bourbon at closing time. Their words go down rough. They scratch your throat and fill your head with industrial disease. They’re an acquired taste, the medicated goo that Steve Winwood and your first creative writing professor insists is good for you.

Posers to the Left of Us, Misfits to the Right, Here You Are, Stuck in the Middle With Me Read Post

Scroll to Top