Hugo Lit Series: Nick Flynn, Rick Bass, and Jennine CapÓ Crucet, with music by Stella Haze
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Four writers will read original pieces commissioned by Hugo House on the theme "Some Like it Hot": Nick Flynn, author of the award-winning memoir “Another Bullshit Night in Suck City”; environmental activist and fiction/nonfiction writer Rick Bass, and Jennine CapÓ Crucet, author of the short-story collection “How to Leave Hialeah." Our New Works Competition winner, fiction writer Matt Baca, will also read his winning story, "Weekend Humanitarians."
Three writers will read original pieces commissioned by Hugo House on the theme "Some Like it Hot": Nick Flynn, author of the award-winning memoir “Another Bullshit Night in Suck City”; environmental activist and fiction/nonfiction writer Rick Bass, and Jennine CapÓ Crucet, author of the short-story collection “How to Leave Hialeah." Our New Works Competition winner, fiction writer Matt Baca, will also read his winning story, "Weekend Humanitarians." Stella Haze will provide the music.
Some Like It Hot
The drama of the climate change debate often upstages the heat of the matter. A defeated presidential candidate wins a Nobel Prize for illuminating the globe’s ails. At a convention in Copenhagen, hackers expose the deceit of British climatologists, and we dub the episode ClimateGate. But the real drama happens outside in plain sight. Katrina and Sandy are leading ladies. Tsunamis and earthquakes build the suspense, a sense of some impending doom. Our worry is evidenced in memes of polar bears on fragmented ice fields. Still we get in our gas guzzlers. We leave the radio on for the dog when we aren’t home. We take off our sweaters in January and say, “It’s so beautiful out.” How do we reconcile love for our modern lifestyle with the strange weather outside our car windows? Will the rising water drown us when it rages down our doors? Or will our anxieties kill us off before we have a chance to battle through Mad Max’s desert world come true?
Some Like It Hot
The drama of the climate change debate often upstages the heat of the matter. A defeated presidential candidate wins a Nobel Prize for illuminating the globe’s ails. At a convention in Copenhagen, hackers expose the deceit of British climatologists, and we dub the episode ClimateGate. But the real drama happens outside in plain sight. Katrina and Sandy are leading ladies. Tsunamis and earthquakes build the suspense, a sense of some impending doom. Our worry is evidenced in memes of polar bears on fragmented ice fields. Still we get in our gas guzzlers. We leave the radio on for the dog when we aren’t home. We take off our sweaters in January and say, “It’s so beautiful out.” How do we reconcile love for our modern lifestyle with the strange weather outside our car windows? Will the rising water drown us when it rages down our doors? Or will our anxieties kill us off before we have a chance to battle through Mad Max’s desert world come true?
