"The Garden" just went up in the Northville Review. Yeah, I know, David Foster Wallace...I resisted the footnotes for a long time, but the story was just this bloated mess without them...and they are the funniest part of it...so yeah. I would call it a tribute, though I honestly wrote it a couple years before he died.
On a side note, remember the Jayhawks?
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Yes, it is a "funny" story, with all the tinges of bizarre, almost
other worldly imagery. Is it a dream? Reminded me of a Rod Serling
teleplay; would have made a terrific "Twilight Zone" starring
Burgess Meredith, Art Carney,
or Wally Cox. Because of its darkness, it circumnavigates just being a short story, or flash fiction, nestling in somewhere between prose poem, and fantasy;
a kind of Stephen King goes rogue,
something Hugh Hefner might have
printed in the middle of PLAYBOY,
with an illustration by Frank Frazetta. I read it twice before I began to smile, the third time I laughed; its layered like lasagna
literature. No wonder so many turned it down. It was beyond them, in some other strata of poetics.
At first, I wanted to explain the deer/garden connection more--what was really happening, but I think this way is funnier. Still not sure about that.
No, it's not a dream. Most of the dreams I remember are about snakes, spiders, or demons. I have an essay coming out in The Dead Mule about a dream, actually--I was throwing a party at my father's house for all these Hollywood celebrities, and suddenly snakes fell from the ceiling into their martinis. But then everyone laughed.
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