Jack Brickman is tired of reading fat and lazy literature. Literature that barges into your house and stretches out on your couch with a bag of pork rinds. Literature that doesn't get it. “If you're going to barge into my house,” he wants to tell this literature, “get up off that couch and shove me around a little bit, maybe kick me in the balls.” In an attempt to see that more of this kind of literature is published, Brickman recently quit a job at a bloated pretentious literary magazine that we can't name here for various legal reasons, and launched SuckerPunch Press. If you want to know anything else, email him at jbrickman@suckerpunchpress.com.
Violet Kennedy puts up with random rants from Jack. She can also spot a misplaced comma from a distance of 52 meters. Give her a handgun, and you can kiss that comma goodbye. She's been a newspaper editor, a backup singer for a failed southern rock girl-group, and a writing teacher. Now she's a mom, but she doubles as a part-time comma assassin, (you can picture her in a leather jumpsuit if you like). She's the resident hawkeye here at SuckerPunch Press. Questions? Need some unruly punctuation marks killed? Email her at vkennedy@suckerpunchpress.com.
Site design by Matt Getty.
Violet Kennedy puts up with random rants from Jack. She can also spot a misplaced comma from a distance of 52 meters. Give her a handgun, and you can kiss that comma goodbye. She's been a newspaper editor, a backup singer for a failed southern rock girl-group, and a writing teacher. Now she's a mom, but she doubles as a part-time comma assassin, (you can picture her in a leather jumpsuit if you like). She's the resident hawkeye here at SuckerPunch Press. Questions? Need some unruly punctuation marks killed? Email her at vkennedy@suckerpunchpress.com.
Site design by Matt Getty.
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