Call it an experiment. Call it a fear that everything electronic will one day vanish or be absorbed. But whenever I finish a manuscript, I typeset it, print it, and shelve it. Most of those manuscripts don’t publish (though many of them should).
So here’s the deal. Send me $10 (cash), and I’ll send you a book no one else probably has.
Write your choice on the envelope, a Post-It, or whatever you have laying around. Send it with the cash. (You’re not supposed to send cash in the mail, but live dangerously.)
(1) short novel about divorce, standup comedy, Seattle
(2) long novel about the Rapture set in 1988 central Washington
(3) story collection about contemplation and connection
(4) story collection about strange and irregular moments
(5) children’s fiction about a fourth grader in 1981
(6) essays written in real-time during the early months of the pandemic
(7) translation and notes on translation (Gospel of John)
Send your cash, mailing address, and request to the following address:
Joe Johnson / 3710 SW Idaho Ter / Portland OR 97221
And use the contact form to notify my if you haven’t gotten your book within a month.
Note: These are edited and typeset with care, but they’re likely to have a few glitches and errors. Such is the nature of solo human craft. To that point, I refuse to give away any part of my writing (either process or work) to LLMs and AI. That means I haven’t touched the stuff at any point, including research, editing, illustration, or all the other mundane and exciting aspects of writing/publishing that I treasure too much to let an algorithm take from me. And I give no consent for my work to be absorbed into the machines.
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