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Friday, September 30, 2016

Save the Date for a reading of “The Orange Eats Creeps”

First time novelist Grace Krilanovich will be reading from her book, “The Orange Eats Creeps,” at Tavin boutique in Echo Park on Friday night (Nov. 5) as part of the Little Birds Reading Series. The book is set in the Pacific Northwest, “refracted through a dark mirror, where meth and madness hash it out in the woods,” according to the publisher. Krilanovich said the following excerpt comes early in the novel and is set in the Washington state town of Irondale:

“Down by the creek there’s a small town by the name of Irondale, a single lane of highway tacked down right in the middle of a lush forest wilderness the likes of which would do Marty Stouffer proud.  I found the rest of my hobo buddies camped out among a few modest houses and sheds situated on a dozen acres littered with mobile home trailers and smelly Meth accoutrements, a display resplendent of the region’s claim to fame in the local papers: seedy clusters of mutant skinless stripped-bare mobile home trailers.  This was one of the famous Meth squats of Irondale, a real mustache on the face of depravity.”

Click on the link below to read the rest of the excerpt.

The Jefferson County Leader routinely sent out reporters to lurk behind some crap-filled bathtub, taking notes.  More than one soul had been absorbed.  Irondale stood as a living monument to Meth dudes who had casually reached a level of ingenuity whereby — after selling the metal siding off their trailers for scrap — they found themselves with nothing left to practice tagging on, so they put the word out, soliciting others to haul in something to fill the void.  A yard full of wrecked shit fulfills many needs, doubling as shelter, jewelry, target practice, and . . . ?  Some neighbors were once baffled to see a Meth squatter hauling a boat filled with garbage on a trailer with no wheels.  When the trailer couldn’t be coaxed into going any further it was unceremoniously abandoned out in the middle of the road, which even by Meth squat standards is pretty resourceful.  The garbage that actually did make it onto the property was cast off behind some trees, or used to prop up one of the corners of the skinless trailer, or else dragged off by wild animals for use in their own squats.  Very little could grow on Meth squat land and what did was burned down.  Massive jamborees were held around giant cauldrons of altered medicine that bubbled delectably away at the fire.”



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One comment

  1. This kind of writing gives the author lots of practice, and succeeds in carrying hyperbole to an extreme. It may have some use as fantasy fiction or twisted humor. Otherwise, it has nothing to do with the reality of Irondale. Though there may be some value in portraying the suffering of the homeless and addicted hangers on of Irondale, it is at base a big smear, and I wish she would have use a town name as fictitious as the rest of the text.
    If it were about an individual, they would sue for slander, and could easily prove their point in a court of law. It makes me sad that our beautiful and serene home town is pictured as a screeching insane asylum of Bagdad might be.
    The true picture is that there are many conventional homes and typical Americans sprinkled throughout the developing wooded area, with access to a saltwater beach, a salmon creek, all in pristine condition. The bad part is much smaller than protrayed: there are some people living in travel trailers, and an occasional drug-creeps is caught prowling the empty ones in search of items to pilfer for his next fix. There is a police presence, and for the most part things are peaceful. What community can say it has no meth problem at all? So, why pick on us? Do I have to write the counter-novel, telling about what it’s really like to live and grow kids and a garden here? . .Peace doesn’t sell… violence and fear sells..

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