Ian Ross Singleton

Ian Ross Singleton

Writer – Teacher – Беллетрист – Kritzler – Sub Sub Sub Librarian – PS3619.I64
  • About Ian Ross Singleton
  • A Reading List
  • The Blizzard
  • The Lost Soul Boys
  • Zinaida (A Novel Query)

Ian Ross Singleton

Posts

  • Transferred Nationalism (Orwell) 12 September 2020
  • She Wanted Her Words to be Her Own 5 September 2020
  • Husbanding Cyanide 19 August 2020
  • Cleansed of the Dross of Speech 14 August 2020
  • Чёртова баба! 8 August 2020
  • Silly Stories by Chekhov 25 July 2020
  • Happy Holiday 19 June 2020
  • My Fear 2 June 2020
  • Damn. (Spring) 1 June 2020
  • The Object Lesson 31 May 2020
Older Posts

Fiction

  • *Odessitka* (excerpt) (Cardinal Points)
  • First Time (New Madrid) “It was like looking into a mirror. She was surprised A.J. could still appear so innocent, when she saw the live-motion portrait of him on the television more than a year later. She had seen that primed glance, like the ting off the tip of a fang…”
  • Her Pictures of the South (Fiddleblack) “Lynn’s first photographs of him, taken in a diner unawares, reveal a sneering figure surrounded by a gang of boys hunkered in a booth, devouring sopping fries, wearing a stressed leather jacket and threadbare jeans, pouncing in his seat…”
  • Michigan Central (Digital Americana) “I was only nineteen, alone, out of money, and ‘Auld Lang Syne’ was striking up. When he cracked the seal on a pint of Mohawk vodka and offered, I threw back…”
  • Sweetgum (Fiddleblack) “The sun’s just gone under, the livid pallor of all the surface, save the sweetgum, sucks at me. My neck snaps, I twitch. I shut my window and ride on. The empty fields course and whisper past, the earth rolling over on her shoulder from me…”
  • The Lost Soul Boys (Prick of the Spindle) “At school, we have to tuck our shirts in, remove any piercings. We have to buzzcut our hair. They confiscated my skull rings, my spike bracelet, and my handcuff belt. My head aches from the fluorescent light, my butt from the welded jailhouse desks…”

Fiction Writers Review

  • An Interview with Laura Thomas
  • Apollo In The Grass by Aleksandr Kushner
  • Betrayal
  • Black Holes and Blue Windows
  • Dystopias Future and Past
  • Irony is the New Chastity: An Interview with Charles Baxter
  • Little Histories in Svetlana Alexievich's Secondhand Time
  • Of Translation and Politics in Russian Literature
  • The Translingual Novel
  • The Value of Naïveté: Shishkin’s Maidenhair in Russian and English

Nonfiction

  • "Go Home and Keep Going: A Review of Immigrant City by David Bezmozgis" (LA Review of Books)
  • "Never Too Soon: a Conversation With Leland Cheuk" (LA Review of Books)
  • A Prize Muzhik Shirt
  • Gryphon by Charles Baxter, Old and Cold by Jim Nisbet (Word Riot)
  • Interview with Ian Singleton (David Alan Binder)
  • Interview with Ian Singleton (Fringe)
  • Résumé Against Boredom, Occupy the Ports (Fringe)
  • Shirley Jackson : the Library of America Anthology (Ploughshares)

Other Websites

  • Poets and Writers

Poetry

  • Breaking Ice (Dr. Hurley's Snake Oil Cure)
  • The Villainy of Hamlet (The Toucan)

Translation

  • "Janiculum" by Marina Eskina (The Wax Paper) “The hill’s shadow covers the sandy eternal city like the tide,/ as if time wants to wipe itself out, level off its depth./ Sun melts his back, yet the victor stands astride./ It’s our turn to decide: Rome or death…”
  • A Letter from Zürau by Marina Eskina (Asymptote) “Dreams about mice bode despair. The horde buries/ the cat, then envelops the horse from head to hoof,/ and the rider gallops astride mice…”
  • How We Buried You I Don’t Remember (To Father) by Marina Eskina (Cardinal Points) “Sorry that, on the way home/ from the burial, I probably counted crows./ How we buried you I don’t remember…”
  • The Prose of Life by Marina Eskina (Cardinal Points) As for the prose of life, just let it be,/ whether and what for it’s got poetry,/ and what string, other than the one you pluck,/ resonates with the wail of ambulance or fire truck…

Categories

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Ian Ross Singleton (Twitter)

  • RT @RanknFileAction: Missed our mini strike school last week? Want to refresh our notes on the Structured Organizing Conversation, from Jan… 1 day ago
  • Finally, voting is only one step, perhaps the first and most important. If there is an attempt to contend or deny t… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 day ago
  • So know your rights. In NY, there's an oath you can take if your right to vote is challenged. The official, I think… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 day ago
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