Literati smackdown!
So, we* knew we’d be sorry that we didn’t go to the “Literary Death Match” recently held in San Francisco.
I usually get something out of the readings and literary panels that I go to – sometimes inspiration, sometimes a good laugh that I have to hold in until I’m a polite distance from the event. But I have never been to one that erupted into multigenerational violence.
One of the judges, Howard Junker of Zyzzyva, said that Stephen Elliott of McSweeney’s “had no literary merit” as a writer. Later, Elliott threw beer on Junker! Yowza.
Elliott’s response:
“I don’t understand why Junker left last night,” said Elliott the next day. “I had a shirt in my bag he could have borrowed.”
You can read the sordid details here. And you can read about the time Howard Junker threw a book at my head here.
Update: Junker blogs his side of the story here.
–Marcia
*Self-conscious footnote: We = Joy and me; I do not use the royal we to refer to myself







