Leila has chosen a story by one of our hugely talented regulars. Ashlie Allen sends us unusual and intriguing pieces – this is what Leila had to say:
If produced by a lesser talent, Ashlie Allen’s I Called My Alcoholic Friend Sad Satan would be a boring, humorless dirge. But from Allen’s reliable hand shines a light within the relentless blackness. Moreover, the author’s intelligence allows her to make certain twists here and there with confidence and a wonderful disregard for the reader. Deliberately disregarding the reader is a dangerous thing to do; but I agree with it as long as the writer remains true to her vision.
Q: There’s a paradox formed by lovely, non-judgmental prose describing ugliness. Do you find it hard to write about such a thing while maintaining your objectivity?
Q: The final few sentences, for me, are wonderfully metaphysical. Did (or Do) you worry about losing the bozos’ ability to follow where you led them?