Oliver Mol is a writer, who writes very good things. If someone asked me what I admire most about Oliver Mol, the quality of his writing or the brilliance of his entire attitude, I’d say FUCK OFF THEY’RE PERHAPS PART OF THE SAME THING? Oliver Mol is someone who I feel like is trying really hard, and he’s happy to tell you that he’s trying. In many ways he’s succeeding really hard too, but I feel like he thinks that’s less important, because he’s trying, you know? I’ve had a couple of times where I’m reading his stuff where I’m like ‘damn, nailed it’ and a couple of times where I’m talking to him and have that exploding head sensation where I’m like ‘shit, I’m so uncomfortably inspired right now, I have to go home and change everything that I’m about IMMEDIATELY.’
Oliver doesn’t so much wear his heart on his sleeve, as he wanders around in a suit made entirely of heart-skin, and you’re like ‘jesus fuck, I’d hate to feel that many emotions’ but because his writing is so good, when he’s feeling joyful and uplifted, you feel joyful and uplifted, and when he’s feeling shitted, you feel pretty shitted too. I feel like he is incredibly generous by sharing so much. Some people have accused him of being self indulgent by sharing so much. I think he’s entirely aware that all writing can be both?
I am so excited about Oliver Mol’s debut book Lion Attack! Lion Attack! is coming out in May, and you can preorder it now. I urge you to preorder it now. Lion Attack! was signed after Oliver won the Scribe Nonfiction Prize.
Beach Sloth said this about Lion Attack!: ‘This is what literature feels like when it is alive.’
Read these beautiful letters in Going Down Swinging: Two People Write Letters to Each Other While they are in Different countries even though nothing much happens
Here is an article on Writers Bloc that he wrote called ‘BEING A CIS WHITE STRAIGHT MALE WRITER ISN’T RISKY, BEING ANYTHING ELSE IS RISKY’ and holy shit is that a good thing to read, let’s fucking burn the pedestals we put middle aged white dudes who write about sleeping with their students, yeah?
Here’s a picture of Oliver Mol’s tiny butt.