The shadow of the Beat generation is long, and, just like when Karl the Fog descends, some think they may never see the light again. Yes, there was the hotspot of literary activity in the early aughts. But many feel the writing scene is dead, and that’s not so bad

What started out as a cozy little get-together at Adobe Books in 2016 has grown into a many-headed beast of literary goodness, with journals, mixtapes, puzzles, prose, poems, and performances. And, strangely, we have the pandemic to thank for that.  

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

BY CASEY BENNETT  Happy endings aren’t all that they are cracked up to be. What’s so good about characters riding off into the sunset and living “happily ever after”? Boring.   What is not boring is Happy Endings, the monthly reading series, held the second Tuesday of every month at The

Full disclosure:  I was on the quiz bowl team in high school.  Actually, I was captain of the quiz bowl team.  For four years.  Now that’s a Code Red Nerd Alert if I’ve ever seen one.  That being said, I have a soft spot for trivia, or any kind of

  October means the beginning of Fall, Halloween, harvests, unaturally hot weather in the Bay, and most importantly, the Litquake Literary Festival. Literature fiends can go full geek and see a crapload of literary events around the city, culminating in the ultimate event: Litcrawl. Think of a bar crawl, except

Tonight the legendary City Lights bookstore on Columbus will be hosting a reading from Stoners and Self-Appointed Saints, and Fever Chart – the latter of which was published by McSweeney’s – that impossibly twee publisher/website/lit rag founded by love-him-or-hate-him memoirist/novelist/newspaper man Dave Eggers. To go along with the readings, their

The PEN World Voices of International Literature hits the city in a few days, which means 160 writers over the course of 6 days OR 26.6 writers a day doing conversations, panels, performances, and readings.  Obviously that is far too many; an overwhelming choice that leads to paralysis and blocks