Leslie Bazzett’s story, “Preludes,” was published in Issue 63.2 of The Carolina Quarterly. Her work has been published in New England Review, where it was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and received special mention, in addition to West Branch (also nominated for a Pushcart Prize) and New England Review Digital. Her novel, Abandon, was a finalist for the James Jones First Novel Fellowship, and was nominated for a Pushcart Editor’s Choice Award. Preludes will be her first publication in the Quarterly. Leslie grew up in a family of artists and was trained as a classical musician but, from the age of 10, has always wanted to be a writer.
- Moira Bradford, Fiction Staff
Leslie Bazzett (LB): I have always written, but I only recently attended my first writers’ conference. A friend of mine—a playwright—mentioned to me that people would be obsessed with point of view. I definitely found that to be true!
Carolina Quarterly (CQ): What do you think the obsession with point of view is?
LB: I think… I was a little astonished. I read a lot of work where there is shift in the narrative point of view, and I’m married to a poet, and so I’m used to approaching reading with verve. I respond to that (the obsession with POV) with a certain amount of bafflement and amusement. I think people who go to workshops are attuned to talking about point of view shifts, but I don’t think it throws readers. I think this is a case where writers are being lazier reader than readers are!
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By Michael Leal García
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From birth until the sixth grade, home was a room on the tenth floor of the Hotel El Dorado in downtown Los Angeles. During its heyday in the 1910s and the 1920s, the hotel stood at the foot of the Spring Street Financial District—the Wall Street of the West—amidst the Braly Building (at twelve stories tall, the city’s first skyscraper), the Hotel Alexandria (frequented by Humphrey Bogart and Greta Garbo), and, just blocks away, City Hall, all regal and white, looming over the blooming metropolis. For a brief period of time the El Dorado even laid claim to its own celebrity resident in Charlie Chaplin. By the 1960s the financial institutions had mostly fled west to Wilshire and Figueroa, and the burgeoning quarter was rendered hollow, splendor laid waste.
By the 1980s the El Dorado was home to rats and roaches, and the elevator was jumpy, alternately lurching and painfully still. Apprehensive of those on the other side of our thumping walls, Mom wouldn’t let my siblings and I venture alone into the hallways, cast in the dingy, unsaturated hues of seventies film stock. The fire escape creaked under the rumbling footsteps of anonymous neighbors. The rats, with their tiny pink feet, scurried along our walls. At midnight sirens wailed angry and sorrowful songs, occasionally in response to a neighbor free falling to earth – or at least that was the story concocted by my father before he up and left.
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We at Wordsmiths, Carolina Quarterly, and Cellar Door envision a world of in which the greatest artists and creators are those whom seek to push the boundaries of their chosen craft. The same holds true for poetry.
As a result, the boundaries between performance and print are in a constant state of fluctuation. The realm of poetry is not meant to be about dichotomies, but about the expression of human experience in it’s purest form, regardless of whether that medium lies on the page or the stage. This evolution of poetry could not be more visible than it is at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
In order to enable the burgeoning young minds of our historic institution and push forth the progression of the art, we will be conducting an annual manuscript submission competition in order to deem one exceptional young creator of poetry as the UNC poet laureate. Submissions will be open from January 1st, 2014 until February 15th, 2014 at 11:59pm. The winner will receive: publication of their chapbook, 25 free author copies, will serve as the feature of the Wordsmiths year-end poetry open mic, and earn a $50* honorarium. All finalists’ work will be considered for inclusion in Carolina Quarterly and Cellar Door.
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by Sjohnna Bruce McCray
A Carolina Quarterly web exclusive
There comes a time in every superhero’s life when he must reveal his identity to the ones he loves. He’s kept his late-night acrobatics hidden to protect his family and friends from enemies who would strike when he was most vulnerable: ordering a caramel macchiato, taking little Johnny to hockey practice, picking up mom from dialysis. Gay people face a similar dilemma. When we reveal our rainbow tights, it’s usually because the jig is up.
Some parents never catch on, while others put the evidence together—like a disco-themed CSI but with more body glitter. “The only sport he ever played was that Dance Dance Revolution, always making a racket with those high kicks.” Observant parents suspect their son is gay well before he decides to double major in theater and blowjobs. Or, if you’re like me, your father might casually mention that if his son were a fag, he would kill him with his bare hands. He says it would be satisfying, too, and glances in my direction before asking for the salt.
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