Metamorphoses

Think of him as a circus beckett or a beckett circus or an early dylan of the early twenty-first century. Think of the pleasure of language as it rises and as it ebbs. Think that you know what to expect and you will be surprised. Meet the author. Evan Kennedy. Say it again. Evan Kennedy. He is The One. -Lisa Jarnot, author of A Princess Magic Presto Spell Kennedy seems actively interested in having the writing be identifiable with everybody and anybody's experience. Yet Kennedy is in essence only thereby revealing the process beneath which his practice lies. Intent upon pushing such identification deeper than mere surface associations Kennedy embraces activities/routines that could belong to 'just about anyone,' thereby shedding much of himself in search of the shared preoccupations of others in order to write anew the freshly forming ideas of self out onto the page. -Patrick James Dunagan, author of After the Banished This boy, high on his leather saddle flirting at intersections, is beatific . . . -Brian Blanchfield, author of Proxies His language-some kind of nouveau sermon-breathlessly conjures divine presences while in delis bagging radishes, while scaling impossible hills with baseball bros and sordid queerphobes, barrel-chested men and sneaky sickos. Donning his monk's habit-a gray hoodie-Kennedy reimagines the urban sphere as a public place of worship, a city of heaven glorified by glory-holes, the smell of sweat under leather, the bark of a masked puppy sub and the bite of his dom daddy. -Noah Ross, author of Swell