Scott McClanahan is one of those writers who if you know who they are, they aren’t a surprise to you, but if you don’t know who they are, you’ve never heard of them before. No, wait, scrap that. That’s how knowing things and not knowing things work.
Anyway, my mate Oliver Mol kept saying I should read Scott McClanahan, and talking about reading Scott McClanahan in interviews, and finally one day, when I actually needed something to read, I remembered that name, Scott McClanahan. It’s one of those names where when you type it, it feels like you could keep typing it forever. Scott McClanahanahanahnahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahan
So, I read Crapalachia, and so far this year, it’s been my favourite book. I welcome other books to come and trump it, because my reading life is like a gladiatorial pit, but no matter what happens, Crapalachia can rest easy in the knowledge that it was a champion at this point in time, that it was showered with conjugal visits and fine wine and tigers, of the allegorical sort, in my mind. I insist you read Crapalachia.
But I didn’t really know much about Scott McClanahanahanahanahanahan. I knew he had written a book. I knew he had a kind of free and easy approach to fiction versus non-fiction, which I respect. So I did some reading and stuff. I Googled him, but like a drawn out, month-long Google.
I really liked this interview in The Rumpus:
Rumpus: Tell me about Rainelle, West Virginia.
McClanahan: It’s the most horrible, joyous, disgusting, beautiful place on earth. It’s the type of place where you can catch a lady peeing in her front yard one morning on your way to the school bus. The one I caught didn’t even act embarrassed. It’s the type of place where you see bumper stickers that say Earth First: We’ll Log the Other Planets Next.
He is also apparently a film maker, and also does a lot of readings and stuff, here’s a reading he did, he has a certain presence. He is reading a story of his I like called ‘Kidney Stones’.
But honestly, it was when I saw his book trailer for Hill William that I kind of developed a writerly love for him, which is like a brotherly love but with no guilt or responsibility involved. Who does good book trailers? What even? I have Hill William winging its way to me as we speak from America, I am tres excited to read it.