"I don’t try to be funny, I just try to be honest and it turns out funny. I like to think about all the petty, vulgar, or dumb thoughts people have during a day. I feel like an hour of listening to the thoughts of someone alone in a bathroom will tell you more about a person than a 10,000 page biography."
#Timothy Willis Sanders
Wed, Oct 22 – Bloomington, IN –EXCESS, 8-10 pm, w/ Jordan Castro (114 ½ Grant Street) https://www.facebook.com/excessbloomington
Thurs, Oct 23 – St. Paul, MN – The Turf Club (in the basement, AKA The Clown Lounge), 5-7 pm
Friday, Oct 24 – Northwestern, University Hall 102, 6 pm
Saturday, Oct 25 – Indianapolis, IN – General Public Collective, 7 pm, w/ Jordan Castro, Scott McClanahan, Juliet Escoria
Sunday, Oct 26 – Champaign, IL – Exile on Main Street, 4:30 pm, BYOB
Monday, Oct 27 – Ann Arbor, MI – Literati Bookstore, 7pm
Tuesday, Oct 28 – OBERLIN College, Cat in the Cream, http://www.oberlin.edu/bowling/cat.html, 7:30 pm w/ Jessica Tolbert
Wed, Oct 29 - Toronto – Type Books, 7 pm
Thurs, Oct 30th – Montreal – Drawn&Quarterly Bookstore, 7 pm
"It felt to me like the situation had already happened and I was being sent back to review what I’d missed, but I couldn’t figure out what I’d missed."
"After I returned from Venice I found a letter from Csokor in which he informed me that the P.E.N. club had just elected me a member! Unanimously! By ballot! Now I had a real mess. As with every other association in the world, I had no desire, naturally, to be a member of the P.E.N. club either. How to say this to the lovable old gentleman who wrote the Austrian national play 3 November 1918 without wounding him? I had nothing against the P.E.N. club fundamentally, even today I don’t really know what it is, but on no account did I wish to be a member, I had always hated associations and societies, and of course literary associations most of all. This is the reason I resigned from the so-called Darmstadt Acadamy which I’d never signed up for, and thirty years ago I also resigned from the Socialist Party, which I had actually signed up for not long before, I didn’t and don’t like parties and societies."
"I was still chained to a truly pitiful caricature of myself and my bottomless existential despair, when the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen came. It was not the prize itself that saved me from my emotional, indeed my existential catastrophe, it was the thought that the prize money of ten thousand marks would enable me to get my life under control, give it a radical new direction, make it possible again. The prize was announced, the amount of the prize was known to me already. I had the chance to do the most sensible thing with the money. It had always been my wish to have a house to myself, and even if not a proper house, at least walls around me within which I can do what I want, permit what I want, lock myself in if I want."