First Year: An MLP Anthology

First Year: An MLP Anthology

J. A. Tyler

Language: English

Pages: 298

ISBN: 2:00254761

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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First Year [An MLP Anthology] collected our first 43 chapbooks into one anthology. In their original form these were 4×4 handmade chapbooks produced in limited editions of 50-150 copies, and the anthology collects them all, including spectacular and previously unpublished work by Shane Jones, Blake Butler, Sam Pink, Jac Jemc, Kim Chinquee, Brian Evenson, Peter Markus, David Ohle, Johannes Göransson, Ryan Call, Kevin Wilson, Lily Hoang, Michael Martone and many others.


"an anthology of everything we have printed in our four-by-four chapbooks beginning in 2008 & going through to the end of 2009 & featuring the writing of ken baumann, shane jones, jimmy chen, brandi wells, blake butler, nick antosca, sam pink, james chapman, colin bassett, michael kimball, jac jemc, kim chinquee, kim parko, norman lock, randall brown, brian evenson, michael stewart, peter markus, ken sparling, aaron burch, david ohle, matthew savoca, p. h. madore, johannes göransson, charles lennox, ryan call, elizabeth ellen, molly gaudry, kevin wilson, mary hamilton, craig davis, kendra grant malone, lavie tidhar, lily hoang, mark baumer, ben tanzer, krammer abrahams, joshua cohen, eugene lim, c. l. bledsoe, joanna ruocco, josh maday, & michael martone as they first appeared in mud luscious print & here collected all together"


- How long before you started doing the little chapbooks (of which I have a million)?

- I think it was late 2008 when I officially started those, though 2009 – 2010 was when I produced the bulk of those. We made 43 volumes in the first year, and another ~35 in 2010 / 2011 before we officially stopped making them.















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