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NER Essays Cited as “Notables” in Best American Essays

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9780544103887_lresThree NER essays were selected as “Notables” in Best American Essays 2013, edited by Cheryl Strayed and Robert Atwan.

In addition to Matthew Vollmer’s “Keeper of the Flame” being selected for inclusion in the collection, three more essays were cited as “Notables.” Those cited were Karen Holmberg’s “Songs and Calls of the Human Species” (33.1), Eileen Pollack’s “Ranch House,” (32.4), and Francis-Noel Thomas’s “Tea” (33.1).

A full list of selections and notables can be found on the Houghton Mifflin Harcourt website, and the book can be purchase there and at your local booksellers.

Matthew Vollmer Selected for Best American Essays

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BAE 20132We’re pleased to announce that Matthew Vollmer’s “Keeper of the Flame” from NER 33.1 was selected for Best American Essays 2013. This year’s guest editor is Cheryl Strayed, and the series editor is Robert Atwan. The anthology will be out next fall from Houghton Mifflin.

Vollmer contributed a short piece to our NER Digital series last fall, entitled Epitaph IX, which is included in his book Inscriptions for Headstones.He is the author of Future Missionaries of America, a collection of stories and co-editor, with David Shields, of Fakes: An Anthology of Psuedo-Interviews, Faux Lectures, Quasi-Letters, “Found” Texts, and Other Fraudulent Artifacts.

Thousands of ladybugs

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An Epitaph | By Matthew Vollmer

Matthew Vollmer

Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from inscriptions for headstones (Outpost 19 books) a collection of thirty short essays, each crafted as epitaphs, and each unfolding in a single sentence.

Epitaph IX

oh sleep in eternal rest man who once drove from a town in Indiana to another in Iowa so as to search for a place for his family—his wife and his two-year-old son—to live, and once he’d arrived at his destination, and after following a realtor to possible habitations, he settled (more or less) on a craftsman-style house, one with white exterior walls and blue trim, a house that the deceased would subsequently—and, no doubt, stupidly—agree to rent without his wife having had the chance to see it—that is, by the time she signed her name to the lease, she would have viewed only the dozen or so photos that the deceased had taken (using a cheap and rather cumbersome turn-of-the-millennium digital camera), a fact that the deceased’s wife would bring up whenever she discussed the shortcomings of this particular house, which turned out to be quite often, since, from the very first time she entered the house she disliked it, not only because the rental company had neglected to have it properly cleaned, which meant that the corners were coated with dirt and dust and grime, but because it was, in many ways, a house that had seen its better days, a house whose basement utility room was puddled with mud and standing water, which meant that if one wanted to keep one’s feet dry during laundry retrieval, one would have to walk from the rickety and unsafe-seeming stairway to the room where the decrepit washer and dryer lived by following a series of wobbling wooden planks placed strategically along the floor, and furthermore it was not clear whether the paint on the front porch—or anywhere else in the house, for that matter—had been the kind produced with toxic lead, a chemical that—if ingested by their two-year-old son—could cause brain damage and lead to a host of other developmental problems, but these things were only the tip of the proverbial iceberg, as the family would soon discover that the floors creaked and the loose window frame whistled with cold air and many rooms lacked overhead lighting and thus languished in various degrees of darkness, and furthermore, every fall the house’s bright white façade reflected the warm October sun, thus attracting thousands of ladybugs, who, thanks to the many cracks and openings in the house, found their way inside, releasing musky pheromones or whatever it was they released if you touched them or attempted to vacuum them up, which the deceased did on a number of occasions, not understanding that any interference at all with the ladybugs would trigger this aforementioned musk-release, thus attracting more ladybugs, and yet enduring this nightmarish plague of beetles—a swarm through which the family would have to travel whenever they entered or exited the front door of their house, squinting their eyes and batting the insects from their sleeves and hair—was infinitely preferable to the agonies the family suffered during the months of December through March, when the weather turned  cold and damp and icy

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To read the rest of this and other inscriptions for headstones, order the book from Outpost 19. NER Digital is a creative writing series for the web. Matthew Vollmer is the author of Future Missionaries of America, a collection of stories. He is co-editor, with David Shields, of Fakes: An Anthology of Psuedo-Interviews, Faux Lectures, Quasi-Letters, “Found” Texts, and Other Fraudulent Artifacts. He teaches in the MFA program at Virginia Tech, where he also directs the undergraduate creative writing program. His work “Keeper of the Flame” appeared in NER 33.1 and was a Top Pick of the Week at longreads.com.

F for Fake?

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Matthew Vollmer, author, professor, and collector of odd literary jags, has a new book coming out in October. It’s called Fakes, and the subtitle runs, “An Anthology of Pseudo-Interviews, Faux-Lectures, Quasi-Letters, ‘Found’ Texts and Other Fraudulent Artifacts.” He and David Shields co-edit the anthology, 40 short stories hidden beneath such guises as an unhappy letter to the parking department or a personal ad in the newspaper. Matthew also runs a Tumblr account, MIRRORHOUSE, which includes an ongoing “Compendium of Literary Artifacts, Both Actual and Fraudulent.” One intriguing hoax mentioned by Vollmer on his site involves “The Amber Witch,” a 1841 book claiming to be an instructional manual for avoiding malevolent magic.

Vollmer’s “Keeper of the Flame” appears in the current issue (NER 33.1), and has been selected as a top read by longreads.com.

Curators

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Vollmer's Future Missionaries

In “Keeper of the Flame,” featured in the current issue, Matthew Vollmer takes a disturbing excursion:

My father glanced over his shoulder at me and emitted a wheeze-burst of laughter—an exhalation intended to express disbelief. He had led me to an underground vault containing the artifacts of the last century’s most brutal regime, and he now seemed downright giddy. I, on the other hand, didn’t know what to think or what to say. I found it difficult to process what any of this meant. That is, I didn’t know why it was here, how it had gotten from where it had been made to where it was now. Were we in the presence of some kind of monster? Or had he created this space for stuff he deemed historically significant, buried it in a moisture-controlled vault because he fancied himself one of history’s unbiased curators? Was this the product of an obsessive and sympathetic mind, one which interpreted the mainstream records of history as having been unduly cruel to the Third Reich, which had been a movement, in his eyes, about nationalism, about ancestors, about revering and honoring the past? I didn’t know. And, honestly, I was afraid to ask.

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