Ana
@motherslug.bsky.social
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Detroit writer. Books, jazz, records, eclectic music, bleak sci-fi, depressing and upsetting fiction and films, the works. Read me in print media (Uncut Magazine & Maggot Brain), plus motherslug.substack.com and some other places when they will have me!
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A wonderful subgenre of synth-based music with only medieval, folkloric, or fantasy themes. The dungeon synth l was listening to is Fief, a great representative of the genre as a whole. Give it a listen if any of that is even remotely appealing!

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I-IV, by Fief
28 track album
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I strongly recommend her novel The Hearing Trumpet as well, which is just as wild of a ride but a bit less wild in structure!
motherslug.bsky.social
The most arcane anti-patriarchy adventure story ever written! I listened to dungeon synth while reading and it was perfect. Obviously Carrington wrote well before Lynch made movies, but her ultra-surreal recountings of dreams are hauntingly proto-Lynchian. So fascinating and so strange.
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My latest! You've truly never heard Pharoah like this (meaning specifically with a pipe organ).
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I think the tide is starting to turn on Vineland, partially due to how fucking relevant it is! I loved it. I feel the same way about White Noise, this was a reread for me and I can see myself revisiting it again.
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Finished both of these on the same day, unintentionally. They make a good, weird pair: Pynchon saw the police state coming, DeLillo saw the dark broadening of our obsession with media, they both locate a unique power in non-traditional families. Very different dealings with death, though!
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I've no idea what Leonora Carrington was getting at here in The Stone Door, but it sure does evoke an arm of the sinister paranoia powering contemporary America. Ungodly in its bleakness: "Perhaps hate as well as love could reveal secrets.” #NYRBWomen25
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Time to dissolve! #NYRBWomen25
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My latest is here! Perhaps you’ll find something nice but esoteric to listen to this long stupid weekend.

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032: Eight albums of nice but esoteric music.
Avant-everything!
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Wow, you made my day. Thanks so much for the kind and thoughtful words! I think you’ll LOVE the album!
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Had the distinct pleasure of interviewing Joan Shelley and compatriots regarding her wonderful new album, Real Warmth, out in just a few days on No Quarter. Uncut subscribers can read the full feature in the current issue. ❤️‍🔥
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This coincides with the book club a friend of mine runs at a local bookstore. Yay!
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White Noise as pandemic novel. This paragraph HURTS: “Remarks existed in a state of permanent flotation. No one thing was either more or less plausible than any other thing. As people jolted out of reality, we were released from the need to distinguish.”
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You know a track called "Improvisation with Pipe Organ" is gonna fucking rip.
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Inspired by Ana, I've finally taken the plunge & started reading my first Pynchon. Dove in while bench-sitting in a park in Antwerp, waiting for @stephthorpe.bsky.social to finish her run. Followed by picnic, gallery, wine, lots of fries & good beer. Really enjoying the book, and Belgium, so far. 🙏😎
Sitting under the shady canopy in a park in Antwerp - a lake visible in the background, where ducks are swimming freely. In the foreground, a paperback copy of The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon.
motherslug.bsky.social
Sick, stupid, skin-ripping heart of the American fantasy in Vineland: "...the destined losers whose only redemption would have to come through their usefulness to the State law-enforcement apparatus, which was calling itself 'America,' although somebody must have known better."
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If you haven't already been moved to pick this up, here's another reason: “…down the corridors of the surface streets, in nocturnal smog, the adobe air, the smell of distant fireworks, the spilled, the broken world.” 🥺
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Give me your nicest music that's still a little esoteric, experimental, or avant-garde in some way. I need something nice but not pure today. Please. ❤️‍🔥
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i finished rereading "vineland" yesterday but also maybe i never will.
motherslug.bsky.social
Hot Pynchon Summer continues on page 180 of Vineland: “…the thousand bloody arroyos in the hinterlands of time that stretched somberly inland from the honky-tonk coast of Now.” I mean, that’s fucking HEAVENLY.
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A most beautiful sight: marigold shadows of encroaching dusk arcing in aetheric stems through the hallways of my home, pulsing with invisible remnants of the electromagnetic energy inhabited and shed by the generations who've passed through these carefully imposing walls.
motherslug.bsky.social
Hot Pynchon Summer continues on page 180 of Vineland: “…the thousand bloody arroyos in the hinterlands of time that stretched somberly inland from the honky-tonk coast of Now.” I mean, that’s fucking HEAVENLY.
motherslug.bsky.social
Recent stuff from me. Shelley Burgon comes highly recommended if you like the harp and experimental music.
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It’s not Bodhi Dharma Pizza, but it’ll do. 🍕