By George!

Dark Sky Magazine is looking for a fiction editor. The ideal candidate is a whip-smart literary omnivore, proficient in Word Press, reveres traditional and embraces new publishing models, and can drink his or her fill without completely disgracing our hallowed publication. We’d love to find a person living in the Seattle area, but if you’re elsewhere and confident you’ve got the guts and the glory to help us grow, then by all means, send us an email. Please include relevant experience/education and any other tidbits you think might trick us into thinking you’re the next George Plimpton.

Interested? Let us know.

Not A Nice Young Jewish Boy

Imagine our surprise when we learned from an inside source that DSM contributing editor, Mr. Andrew Geer, is in bed with the Wall Street Journal. Don’t get us wrong, we respect the Journal for regularly publishing journalism of the highest order. But Geer’s allegiance to that prayer-piece of conservative dogma is downright sinful. Word on the street is he sleeps in a pair of WSJ nighties, which is enough to make the subjects of today’s stories micturate in their trousers. Philip Roth doesn’t do conservative, even if his next novel is a slim 160 pages. Edgar Allan Poe died drunk in the gutter — ’nuff said — but at long last Baltimore is giving him a proper burial.  Jean Rhys is known for her saucy demarcations; The Nation dries her out and puts her back together. Michael Jackson, that ambassador of popstar flooziness, is dead. But live on he does in Simon Crump’s new book. The Rumpus has a liberal interview of Alasdair Gray, Salman Rushide gives extremists another reason to hate America, as he is awarded the Carl Sandburg Award, and a documentary about Kerouac’s Big Sur has some left-leaning all-stars riffing to bebop. Where’s Buckley when you need him? — Kevin Murphy

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