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Smoking With TJ Rivard
Not at all. The initials stand for Timothy Jude. My mother is a devout Catholic, so she picked a saint’s name for my middle name, even though Timothy is also one. Maybe because I was the sixth of six boys (no girls) is why she named me after the patron saint of hopeless causes. I’ve not noticed that initials have helped me in publishing anything, given the wide array of rejections I have gotten over the years. I did have a writing teacher once tell me I had a great name for a television detective – that was before TJ Hooker. Your story has the feel of a parable to it. Have many of your stories gone in this direction? This is really a new trend for me. For a long time, I tried to write the mainstream Raymond Carver-esque short story, but I finally decided that I would like to try something a little different. I wouldn’t call most of the stories I have written recently parables, although I do think this one falls into the genre of fable. My most recent stories fall into the category of magic realism, I think, and I like to write in that particular tradition mostly because it’s fun. I discover more about the characters when the possibilities in their world are less constrained. What keeps you writing? Used to be coffee next to the typewriter. Then it was coffee and cigarettes next to the computer. And now it is pure adrenaline and a cigarette or two out on the back porch before I start. New literary zines, especially online, are popping up every day. Do you have any favorites? I especially like The Barcelona Review, Café Irreal, flashquake, and Gulfstream!ng is a lot of fun. What are some of the more traditional rules of the craft of writing that you enjoy stretching and/or breaking? I don’t normally set out to break any specific rules; I think the story would run the risk of sounding too contrived and artificial in its conception and execution; however I always start with characters in fiction, rarely plot, and they often have no regard for the conventions of storytelling at all. The result can sometimes be very lyrical and beautiful, while at other times it can be something akin to watching dust accumulate. Read The Girl and the Snake. |
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| Issue Four (June 15, 2004): Bones by Vanessa Gebbie «» Possessed by Louise Jackson «» Clouds, the Gills of Fish by Myfanwy Collins «» Her Face in the Light by Sue Bond «» Left Standing by Susan Henderson «» Moonlighting by Jen Wright «» The Evening of the Dock by Steve Almond «» Microsecond by Stacy Taylor «» All the Good People by Kathy Fish «» The Problem with Logic by Theresa Boyar «» Layover by H. A. Fleming «» The Girl and the Snake by TJ Rivard «» Indulgence by Brian Howell «» Other Times at Sunrise by Melanie Ann Campbell «» The Beauty Of Estelle by Darby Larson «» Carnivale by Pia Z. Ehrhardt «» Remembering Elizabeth by Bob Arter «» Tiny Bombers by Jeff Landon «» Green Socks, White Lies by Liesl Jobson «» Certitude by Rusty Barnes «» Interviews: Vanessa Gebbie «» Myfanwy Collins «» Sue Bond «» Susan Henderson «» Jen Wright «» Steve Almond «» Stacy Taylor «» Kathy Fish «» Theresa Boyar «» H. A. Fleming «» TJ Rivard «» Brian Howell «» Melanie Ann Campbell «» Darby Larson «» Pia Z. Ehrhardt «» Bob Arter «» Jeff Landon «» Liesl Jobson «» Rusty Barnes «» Cover Art "Jealousy" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor | |||