The Place Where You Start
Welcome to my home page.
I write literary fiction.
Stop looking at me like that.
OK, that’s a legitimate question. What do I mean by “literary fiction”? The term is a little vague, I suppose
I guess you know it when you see it.
No, you’re right. That’s not really an answer.
So there are a couple of major themes I seem to repeat: memory and identity, isolation and redemption. Many of my stories revolve around time and many of my characters have lost something. For some unknown reason, I find myself compelled to name secondary characters, “Roger.” I am recovering from an unsatisfying addiction to ambiguity.
I am allergic to cumin. Fine, that has nothing to do with writing, but it is strange. And really unfortunate. Do you have any idea how many things have cumin in them? A lot. It sucks. Trust me.
Sometimes I digress. Go off on tangents. Lose my train of thought. Space out.
(And I have a blog. You can see the tab for it on the top navigation bar. Or you can go to the blog categories over there on the right. This is mainly where I write about movies, music, TV and books that I like. Feel free to leave me pithy comments. Oh, and because I am a bit obsessive, I’ve created a handy little index of bands and authors and shows and other things I’ve blogged about here.)
But I digress. Again.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. I write literary fiction.
Welcome to my home page.
Michael Landweber writes literary fiction that many find oddly compelling. He lives in Washington, DC with his wife and two children, who tolerate him. His stories have appeared in Pindeldyboz, Fourteen Hills, Barrelhouse, American Literary Review, Fugue and some other places. He is an Associate Editor at the Potomac Review and the Associate Director of a non-profit organization. He likes titles with the word “Associate” in them. He can also be found blogging about TV and other fun stuff at Pop Matters.
