Category: SGJ
The Fast Red Road—A Plainsong is a gleeful, two-fisted plundering of the myth and pop- culture surrounding the American Indian. It is a novel fueled on pot fumes and blues, a surreal pseudo-Western, in which imitation is the sincerest form of subversion. Indians, cowboys, and outlaws are as changeable as their outfits; horses are traded for Trans-Ams, and men are as likely to strike poses from Gunsmoke as they are from Custer’s last stand. Pidgin, the half-blood pr…
- Halloween
- Venison
- Captivity Narrative 109
- To Run Without Falling
- Episode 43: Incest
- Nobody Knows This
- Bile
- Filius Nervosus
- Last Success
- Conquistadors
- These are the Names I Know
- The Fear of Jumping
- Bleed Into Me
- Carbon
- Every Night Was Halloween
- Discovering America
2005 Interview with Native America Calling:
…The constant threat or fact of violence in these stories combined with Jones’s idiosyncratic, staccato prose makes for gripping and visceral reading
Imagine a world where the American government signed a conservation act to “restore all indigenous flora and fauna to the Great Plains,” which means suddenly the Great Plains are Indian again. Now fast-forward fourteen years to a bowling alley deep in the Indian Territories. People that bowling alley with characters named LP Deal, Cat Stand, Mary Boy, Courtney Peltdowne, Back Iron, Denim Horse, Naitche, and give them a chance to find a treaty signed under dur
Nazareth, Texas
Deputy Sheriff Jim Doe plunges into a renegade manhunt after the town’s sheriff is gunned down. But unbeknownst to him, the suspect—an American Indian—holds chilling connections to the disappearance of Doe’s sister years before. And the closer Doe gets to the fugitive’s trail, the more he realizes that his own involvement in the case is hardly coincidental. A descendant of the Blackfeet Nation himself, Doe keeps getting m…
[ rigged this together forever and a day ago, but it mostly still holds ]
born in 72, grew up on Elvis, even have some memories of being four years old and my mother holding me up above the crowd at one of his concerts, how there was just a sea of popping flashbulbs, this shiny guy way up front. grew up all over Texas, mostly West Texas, mostly in a place too small to even have a post office. learned farming and ranching from both sides of my family, who told me not to do what they did, to use my …
another one up here. ten fast questions.…
from the back of the book :
These thirteen stories are our own lives, inside out. A boy’s summer romance doesn’t end in that good kind of heartbreak, but in blood. A girl on a fishing trip makes a friend in the woods who’s exactly what she needs, except then that friend follows her back to the city. A father hears a voice through his baby monitor that shouldn’t be possible, but now he can’t stop listening. A woman finds out that the shipwreck wasn…
Because it’s been three years, right? The last one was IM, I think. This one’s phone. And, many thanks to Joshua Chaplinsky for, on the transcribe, pulling out all my “ums” and “errs” and “[unintelligible]s,” of which there had to be legion. He even made me sound like a person who occasionally remembers he’s in a conversation. No small feat, that.
Anyway, the link. Second interview to post today. Tis the season.
Al…
is live live live. all burning questions will be answered in some fashion. …
this originally posted over at the now-dead Depraved Press back in February 2008. Had completely forgotten about it, but Jesse Lawrence, the “JL” here — you’ll also find him in various acknowledgements and thanks in my books — hadn’t forgot, still had it saved in email. However, all the formatting’s gone, with this paste-across, so, much as I hate it, no italics for the titles. As of now, anyway. But all the words are the same
JL: …
is the NYT bestselling author of 35 or so books, +350 stories, some comic books, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots. More